"Just wait until I start cooking for you. You'll eat so much, we'll run out of stuff in no time."
Clint called back over his shoulder without straightening up, a smug grin playing on the corner of his mouth when he caught Natasha staring. After another second of searching through the mess of his clothes, he finally came up with something greyish-black and considerably tight. Just as well suited for swimming as possibly pleasing his partner's eyes. He wriggled his way inside gracefully and went for pants also a little shorter and lighter, fitting the temperatures.
The book he had found on the couch yesterday and a bottle of sun lotion wrapped into a big towel... He was pretty much set. There were plenty of beverage stands and shops opened all the along the beach alleys, so they didn't need to bring their own.
That grin was still plastered on his face when he joined Natasha to help her with the last of grocery Tetris. Which of course demanded brushing her body with his more than once while they were busy with the fridge. Well, maybe Natasha was a little more busy with it, and he was more busy with his lips on her shoulder, but no one was to say, he wasn't helping.
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Date: 2014-04-06 05:20 pm (UTC)From:Clint called back over his shoulder without straightening up, a smug grin playing on the corner of his mouth when he caught Natasha staring. After another second of searching through the mess of his clothes, he finally came up with something greyish-black and considerably tight. Just as well suited for swimming as possibly pleasing his partner's eyes. He wriggled his way inside gracefully and went for pants also a little shorter and lighter, fitting the temperatures.
The book he had found on the couch yesterday and a bottle of sun lotion wrapped into a big towel... He was pretty much set. There were plenty of beverage stands and shops opened all the along the beach alleys, so they didn't need to bring their own.
That grin was still plastered on his face when he joined Natasha to help her with the last of grocery Tetris. Which of course demanded brushing her body with his more than once while they were busy with the fridge. Well, maybe Natasha was a little more busy with it, and he was more busy with his lips on her shoulder, but no one was to say, he wasn't helping.