Clint gave a little yelp in protest when Natasha hit that one ticklish spot with utmost perfection once more. One of these days this would turn into a tickling contest, definitely. But not when they were enjoying being lazy for once so much.
"At your service, bella ragazza."
This time it was a little bow he drew around her navel with the lotion, with the matching arrow through it. Because yeah, he was 8 years old and enjoyed the fuck out of being silly from time to time. He hurried to get to work before he could earn another of these little pokes, though, looking down at Natasha with a rueful grin.
It didn't last for long. Try as she might, Natasha couldn't hide that she was tense when he touched her, and he got a vague idea that this thing with her stomach wasn't quite done with. He answered in being especially gently with her, more caressing than massaging her skin, hurrying with this certain area.
And he still kept his mouth shut because to Natasha it obviously wasn't a big deal, so there was no reason to ruin the afternoon. He just had to rely on her telling him if it got worse. Really, they had been through slightly rougher things than a sore tummy.
He tried to distract himself in giving her legs more attention, especially her feet and these certain sensitive spots, the insides of her thighs, or her hips, right there where the little fabric of her bikini hardly hid anything. He still worked with more method than dubious intentions, and if his fingertips slipped under her panties again one or two times... Well, that was totally to blame on the oil.
Her arms, hands and shoulders got the same thorough treatment, until finally his fingertips had the pleasure of taking care of her wonderful cleavage. He mentally patted himself on the shoulder for not letting them linger even once, no matter how big temptation was. He rather devoted such tenderness to the things, his lips were doing to her neck in the meantime. Just a few sweet seconds of nibbling on her skin, savoring the hint of salt there before a new generous layer of cream helped protect it.
He finished his work like a piece of art with gently caressing her face, taking care of even the most sensitive places like her eyelids, slowly circling fingertips memorizing every inch of skin new, every dimple and line.
"So..."
Of course he couldn't let her go without a quick kiss to finish his doing.
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Date: 2014-04-08 12:31 pm (UTC)From:"At your service, bella ragazza."
This time it was a little bow he drew around her navel with the lotion, with the matching arrow through it. Because yeah, he was 8 years old and enjoyed the fuck out of being silly from time to time. He hurried to get to work before he could earn another of these little pokes, though, looking down at Natasha with a rueful grin.
It didn't last for long. Try as she might, Natasha couldn't hide that she was tense when he touched her, and he got a vague idea that this thing with her stomach wasn't quite done with. He answered in being especially gently with her, more caressing than massaging her skin, hurrying with this certain area.
And he still kept his mouth shut because to Natasha it obviously wasn't a big deal, so there was no reason to ruin the afternoon. He just had to rely on her telling him if it got worse. Really, they had been through slightly rougher things than a sore tummy.
He tried to distract himself in giving her legs more attention, especially her feet and these certain sensitive spots, the insides of her thighs, or her hips, right there where the little fabric of her bikini hardly hid anything. He still worked with more method than dubious intentions, and if his fingertips slipped under her panties again one or two times... Well, that was totally to blame on the oil.
Her arms, hands and shoulders got the same thorough treatment, until finally his fingertips had the pleasure of taking care of her wonderful cleavage. He mentally patted himself on the shoulder for not letting them linger even once, no matter how big temptation was. He rather devoted such tenderness to the things, his lips were doing to her neck in the meantime. Just a few sweet seconds of nibbling on her skin, savoring the hint of salt there before a new generous layer of cream helped protect it.
He finished his work like a piece of art with gently caressing her face, taking care of even the most sensitive places like her eyelids, slowly circling fingertips memorizing every inch of skin new, every dimple and line.
"So..."
Of course he couldn't let her go without a quick kiss to finish his doing.
"Are you satisfied with the service?"