When Clint started working her neck again, Natasha wound her arms around his shoulders and closed her eyes, giving herself over completely to the skill of his mouth and the strength of his body. Even disregarding what they were doing beneath the water that couldn’t be seen, they were revealing much more above it than she was used to, but the thought never crossed her mind. Public displays of affection weren’t normally her thing, but right now she didn’t care who saw her arms around him nor his face buried against her neck. In the long run, what did it really matter? They had spent far too long hiding their feelings, both from each other and from the world, and she just didn’t want to hide anymore. There were certain things that should be kept private, but she loved him, and why should she try to hide that, especially when it had no way of interfering with their job. Here they didn’t have to worry about that; here they could let go.
Holding herself tight against him right where it made her gasp, it took a little more effort to open her eyes and look at him when he pulled back again, but she managed. Thankfully she didn’t have to hold it for long, and she let out a low moan at both his words and his touch. His voice always took on this low rumble in moments like these, and she swore she had never heard anything sexier in her life.
“More...” she muttered, grinding herself hard against him and pressing her teeth against his shoulder. She didn’t elaborate if she wanted him to do more with his hands, his lips, or his voice, and whatever way he interpreted it she had no doubt it would be just what she needed.
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Date: 2014-04-21 03:11 pm (UTC)From:Holding herself tight against him right where it made her gasp, it took a little more effort to open her eyes and look at him when he pulled back again, but she managed. Thankfully she didn’t have to hold it for long, and she let out a low moan at both his words and his touch. His voice always took on this low rumble in moments like these, and she swore she had never heard anything sexier in her life.
“More...” she muttered, grinding herself hard against him and pressing her teeth against his shoulder. She didn’t elaborate if she wanted him to do more with his hands, his lips, or his voice, and whatever way he interpreted it she had no doubt it would be just what she needed.