Clint smiled a little, but it felt exhausting. Again... better than nothing. And well, it was true. He wouldn't let her out of his arms for even a second until all this was over and longer, if that was what helped her. This spot right under the brightest sun of the day maybe wasn't the best place for it, though, not when she had been feeling so sick in the morning. But he didn't want to rob her off that peace and calmness of the sight either...
"Hang in a second."
He pressed his lips to her shoulder and stepped back inside to hurry over to the dresser where he had already scattered his things all around, just like at home. One of the most important items of living in these parts he had placed right on top, fortunately. He also brought a big towel since that old deck chair on his balcony had seen a few too seasons to be very inviting.
Stepping behind Natasha again, he gently placed his baseball cap on her head and arranged her tangled curls out of her face before he pulled her in his arms again.
"We can just sit here for a while if you want", he murmured against her shoulder, nodding down on that towel he had placed on the chair. "You know, not talk or anything... Just... just sit and wait."
Wait for what? For tomorrow, obviously, but maybe until one of them finally had the courage to speak up, if that would happen at all.
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Date: 2014-06-11 08:12 am (UTC)From:Clint smiled a little, but it felt exhausting. Again... better than nothing. And well, it was true. He wouldn't let her out of his arms for even a second until all this was over and longer, if that was what helped her. This spot right under the brightest sun of the day maybe wasn't the best place for it, though, not when she had been feeling so sick in the morning. But he didn't want to rob her off that peace and calmness of the sight either...
"Hang in a second."
He pressed his lips to her shoulder and stepped back inside to hurry over to the dresser where he had already scattered his things all around, just like at home. One of the most important items of living in these parts he had placed right on top, fortunately. He also brought a big towel since that old deck chair on his balcony had seen a few too seasons to be very inviting.
Stepping behind Natasha again, he gently placed his baseball cap on her head and arranged her tangled curls out of her face before he pulled her in his arms again.
"We can just sit here for a while if you want", he murmured against her shoulder, nodding down on that towel he had placed on the chair. "You know, not talk or anything... Just... just sit and wait."
Wait for what? For tomorrow, obviously, but maybe until one of them finally had the courage to speak up, if that would happen at all.