"I don't think that word quite covers", Clint finally managed to say when he wasn't seeing stars anymore.
With the arm not propped on that underwater rope behind them, he pulled Natasha close again to bury his face against her neck and keep them both afloat, give her a moment to recover. She looked like she needed it, and for a moment his conscience wanted to complain for letting her strain herself like that... Then he remembered, he was supposed to not worry that much about her and swallowed whatever he had been about to say.
Instead he let her know with soft, small kisses, still interrupted by heavy, fast breathing, how much he had enjoyed that and that he never took it for granted, how much she was giving herself to him.
A quick glance back to the beach and the people enjoying their quiet, peaceful afternoon there had him chuckle and shake his head half amused, half resigned.
"Guess I kind of bombed your relaxed afternoon at the beach."
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With the arm not propped on that underwater rope behind them, he pulled Natasha close again to bury his face against her neck and keep them both afloat, give her a moment to recover. She looked like she needed it, and for a moment his conscience wanted to complain for letting her strain herself like that... Then he remembered, he was supposed to not worry that much about her and swallowed whatever he had been about to say.
Instead he let her know with soft, small kisses, still interrupted by heavy, fast breathing, how much he had enjoyed that and that he never took it for granted, how much she was giving herself to him.
A quick glance back to the beach and the people enjoying their quiet, peaceful afternoon there had him chuckle and shake his head half amused, half resigned.
"Guess I kind of bombed your relaxed afternoon at the beach."