Clint knew, he was staring like an idiot and should probably close his mouth or at least say something, but he was far too busy eating Natasha alive with the pure power of his gaze. Well... That was definitely not what he had expected.
Not something that exquisite, delicate, beautiful, something she would usually wear at work if it was absolutely necessary, but certainly not for him. It wasn't like it was necessary. He was crazy for her, no matter how she looked.
But the way she looked right now, maddeningly sexy with all her wonderful curves presented perfectly and that sweet, nearly innocent color barely hiding certain favorite body parts of his... That was a picture to behold and he certainly would. Her pale smooth skin gleamed softly against the lingerie in the fading evening light, inviting - demanding - to be touched. He was vaguely aware, that he still had the door knob in his hand as if to keep himself from pulling her near and worship every inch of her skin immediately. But for a moment longer he just wanted to look at her.
Even after clearing his throat, his voice sounded still thick with lust and the unbelieving admiration he felt for this woman, the ongoing confusion that someone like her wanted to be with a guy like him.
"Well, the color suits you definitely better than me. Jesus, Nat..."
He scratched his head with a nervous chuckle, not at all surprised that that towel around his hips didn't fit as well as before anymore. Damn, she had him by the strings and he enjoyed every seconds of it.
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Date: 2014-05-19 04:44 pm (UTC)From:Not something that exquisite, delicate, beautiful, something she would usually wear at work if it was absolutely necessary, but certainly not for him. It wasn't like it was necessary. He was crazy for her, no matter how she looked.
But the way she looked right now, maddeningly sexy with all her wonderful curves presented perfectly and that sweet, nearly innocent color barely hiding certain favorite body parts of his... That was a picture to behold and he certainly would. Her pale smooth skin gleamed softly against the lingerie in the fading evening light, inviting - demanding - to be touched. He was vaguely aware, that he still had the door knob in his hand as if to keep himself from pulling her near and worship every inch of her skin immediately. But for a moment longer he just wanted to look at her.
Even after clearing his throat, his voice sounded still thick with lust and the unbelieving admiration he felt for this woman, the ongoing confusion that someone like her wanted to be with a guy like him.
"Well, the color suits you definitely better than me. Jesus, Nat..."
He scratched his head with a nervous chuckle, not at all surprised that that towel around his hips didn't fit as well as before anymore. Damn, she had him by the strings and he enjoyed every seconds of it.
"Not sure if I even want you to take this off..."