"Hm-hm, this guy here you can beat up without consequences though if he's being an asshole."
Clint just grinned and enjoyed the very alluring pictures she was creating for him with her body language instead of wasting time with pouting.
Even when she wasn't putting up a show, she was being utterly beautiful. Natasha was a woman of exceptional grace which only amplified a thousand times in the water. The waves carried her easily since she didn't even try to fight the strong tide but just went with it. The heat didn't seem to weigh on her as heavily as yesterday and in the morning anymore, which he was very thankful for. She had fun. That happened much too seldom and it was the really beautiful thing to watch.
When she finally stilled and let herself be carried, Clint allowed himself to understand it as an invitation and followed her back into the water willingly. He didn't even try to near her quietly to not startle her. He got behind her slowly and wrapped his arms around her stomach to pull her close, bury his face against her neck while he kept them afloat with lazy kicks. Out here where they couldn't be watched so easily, he didn't hold back as much but covered her skin with small kisses, licks and nibbles while enjoying the weightless feeling of the waves carrying them.
"Love it when you taste of salt", he murmured into her ear, arms tightening their grip just a little to pull her close against him.
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Date: 2014-04-12 04:58 pm (UTC)From:Clint just grinned and enjoyed the very alluring pictures she was creating for him with her body language instead of wasting time with pouting.
Even when she wasn't putting up a show, she was being utterly beautiful. Natasha was a woman of exceptional grace which only amplified a thousand times in the water. The waves carried her easily since she didn't even try to fight the strong tide but just went with it. The heat didn't seem to weigh on her as heavily as yesterday and in the morning anymore, which he was very thankful for. She had fun. That happened much too seldom and it was the really beautiful thing to watch.
When she finally stilled and let herself be carried, Clint allowed himself to understand it as an invitation and followed her back into the water willingly. He didn't even try to near her quietly to not startle her. He got behind her slowly and wrapped his arms around her stomach to pull her close, bury his face against her neck while he kept them afloat with lazy kicks. Out here where they couldn't be watched so easily, he didn't hold back as much but covered her skin with small kisses, licks and nibbles while enjoying the weightless feeling of the waves carrying them.
"Love it when you taste of salt", he murmured into her ear, arms tightening their grip just a little to pull her close against him.