She was playing with fire, teasing him and egging him on. She knew how good he could be with those hands, and challenging him was only going to make him more creative and more determined to fulfill that promise. He was driving her to the edge, barely moving against her until she was the one to push it, to press herself harder against his hand. Just like he knew she would.
Natasha gasped loudly at the sudden friction, so close to being painful in the best possible way. Pressing her head back against the door behind her she moaned as shivers ran through her whole body. Hand tightening in his hair again she pulled his head down roughly for a bruising kiss, though a short one. “Clint...” she panted his name against his lips, her other hand digging in to his shoulder.
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Date: 2013-08-22 11:54 pm (UTC)From:Natasha gasped loudly at the sudden friction, so close to being painful in the best possible way. Pressing her head back against the door behind her she moaned as shivers ran through her whole body. Hand tightening in his hair again she pulled his head down roughly for a bruising kiss, though a short one. “Clint...” she panted his name against his lips, her other hand digging in to his shoulder.