In spite of the rough, slightly distracted nature of his voice, Clint's answer to her teasing was completely sincere. Nothing but the truth here and before Natasha pulled back to make her promise come true, he was already close to getting lost in just her kiss again. Whether it was the amount of leisure time or the conversations they had had in the last days... It felt like they had never been closer. If he was to just hold Natasha in his arms for the rest of his days, he would die a happy man.
That didn't mean he was any less hot for her, though. With her mischievous grin pretty much the rest of blood in his body went straight downwards. Yep, she would be killing him again, and he would gladly submit.
There was no way people would miss what was going on between them by now, he thought, when Natasha suddenly vanished before he even felt remotely ready... But when his eyes nervously darted to the beach again, the guys there were still busy sunbathing and playing with their kids.
And then he forgot about audience and momentarily even of Natasha's health issues completely, because fuck, she was really pulling through with this. It was the second time within a few minutes, his legs nearly gave in. Natasha's skillful mouth was always a deadly to his overactive libido, but today, in this crazy environment... He couldn't think of a matching analogy. It was all kinds of hot, thousands of flashes going straight to his groin, carried on skin already sensitive from the salt water when it was worked so expertly.
That there was no way to direct her movements in any way underwater - not that he succumbed to that temptation often anyway - just made it more intensive. His nerve endings felt raw and open for every bit of stimulation she was giving him. His hand came to rest on her shoulder, without any pressure, only searching for support, contact, while he steadied his body against the tide with the other arm. They were close enough to one of the buoys now, he found relieved, which didn't only provide a rope to hold on to when Natasha's administrations would shake him even more. It also gave casual watchers a good excuse of him just trying to catch his breath out here.
Which wasn't exactly untrue.
He was kind of relieved, she wouldn't hear him that well underwater, because the sounds from his lips had gone from quiet moans to shameless groans of pleasure and her name thrown into it more than once. But she had to feel the hot pulse in his hardness from how fucking close he really was, his steadily working thigh muscles trembling where she touched him... And God, he really hoped she wasn't putting on too much strain on herself for him, because right now he was definitely too caught up to check on that.
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In spite of the rough, slightly distracted nature of his voice, Clint's answer to her teasing was completely sincere. Nothing but the truth here and before Natasha pulled back to make her promise come true, he was already close to getting lost in just her kiss again. Whether it was the amount of leisure time or the conversations they had had in the last days... It felt like they had never been closer. If he was to just hold Natasha in his arms for the rest of his days, he would die a happy man.
That didn't mean he was any less hot for her, though. With her mischievous grin pretty much the rest of blood in his body went straight downwards. Yep, she would be killing him again, and he would gladly submit.
There was no way people would miss what was going on between them by now, he thought, when Natasha suddenly vanished before he even felt remotely ready... But when his eyes nervously darted to the beach again, the guys there were still busy sunbathing and playing with their kids.
And then he forgot about audience and momentarily even of Natasha's health issues completely, because fuck, she was really pulling through with this. It was the second time within a few minutes, his legs nearly gave in. Natasha's skillful mouth was always a deadly to his overactive libido, but today, in this crazy environment... He couldn't think of a matching analogy. It was all kinds of hot, thousands of flashes going straight to his groin, carried on skin already sensitive from the salt water when it was worked so expertly.
That there was no way to direct her movements in any way underwater - not that he succumbed to that temptation often anyway - just made it more intensive. His nerve endings felt raw and open for every bit of stimulation she was giving him. His hand came to rest on her shoulder, without any pressure, only searching for support, contact, while he steadied his body against the tide with the other arm. They were close enough to one of the buoys now, he found relieved, which didn't only provide a rope to hold on to when Natasha's administrations would shake him even more. It also gave casual watchers a good excuse of him just trying to catch his breath out here.
Which wasn't exactly untrue.
He was kind of relieved, she wouldn't hear him that well underwater, because the sounds from his lips had gone from quiet moans to shameless groans of pleasure and her name thrown into it more than once. But she had to feel the hot pulse in his hardness from how fucking close he really was, his steadily working thigh muscles trembling where she touched him... And God, he really hoped she wasn't putting on too much strain on herself for him, because right now he was definitely too caught up to check on that.