"Of course. Have to keep my reputation as a special secret agent and all."
Her promise didn't exactly help to keep his hands where they were. She was so close that he could feel the heat coming off her skin, the sweet scent of the shower gel and that faint note he loved so much about her her hair.
Her nipples were revealed hard and sensitive under the vanishing lather, just begging to be sucked, but Clint was more and more surprised by his own self control. In a minute.
It did have a very special appeal just watching her like this for once, a new perfect image on his mind to remember for lonely nights, and to see her get turned on by the situation just as much as he was. His lower lip throbbed lightly where he kept on biting down while he waited for her to be done with her hair, which was getting harder by the second.
When he - mostly accidentally - shifted a little, straightening his stance, his thigh ended up magically between Natasha's legs, inviting her to grind down on him without really moving himself. The feeling of her moist soft skin against his was nearly enough to make him lose control again, but he restrained himself to only place one small, light kiss on the hollow of her throat when she leaned her head back.
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Date: 2014-05-18 09:12 pm (UTC)From:Her promise didn't exactly help to keep his hands where they were. She was so close that he could feel the heat coming off her skin, the sweet scent of the shower gel and that faint note he loved so much about her her hair.
Her nipples were revealed hard and sensitive under the vanishing lather, just begging to be sucked, but Clint was more and more surprised by his own self control. In a minute.
It did have a very special appeal just watching her like this for once, a new perfect image on his mind to remember for lonely nights, and to see her get turned on by the situation just as much as he was. His lower lip throbbed lightly where he kept on biting down while he waited for her to be done with her hair, which was getting harder by the second.
When he - mostly accidentally - shifted a little, straightening his stance, his thigh ended up magically between Natasha's legs, inviting her to grind down on him without really moving himself. The feeling of her moist soft skin against his was nearly enough to make him lose control again, but he restrained himself to only place one small, light kiss on the hollow of her throat when she leaned her head back.
"You are too fucking hot right now, red."