Clint hid the last of his melancholy in a playful wink, forcefully shoving away what he really wanted to tell her. How much he wished it could always be that way. That would never happen with the way they lived, and he had long brought himself to accept that.
Still he couldn't resist taking another long look at her face, his thumb tenderly stroking her cheek where the warmth of the heating air had spread, and these full lips that haunted him at night. He couldn't keep her, never, and he shouldn't want to. Natasha didn't belong to anyone, that wasn't her. He'd just have to settle with making every second of this night memorable and take them with him after the next good-bye.
Two of his knuckles softly grasping her chin, he pulled her closer for a kiss but stopped for another whisper, too quiet hopefully to be heard over the swooshing of the water.
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Date: 2013-08-29 08:03 am (UTC)From:Clint hid the last of his melancholy in a playful wink, forcefully shoving away what he really wanted to tell her. How much he wished it could always be that way. That would never happen with the way they lived, and he had long brought himself to accept that.
Still he couldn't resist taking another long look at her face, his thumb tenderly stroking her cheek where the warmth of the heating air had spread, and these full lips that haunted him at night. He couldn't keep her, never, and he shouldn't want to. Natasha didn't belong to anyone, that wasn't her. He'd just have to settle with making every second of this night memorable and take them with him after the next good-bye.
Two of his knuckles softly grasping her chin, he pulled her closer for a kiss but stopped for another whisper, too quiet hopefully to be heard over the swooshing of the water.
"I just love you too fucking much, you know."