Natasha could see something lingering behind his eyes, behind the playfulness he put forward, but she said nothing about it, not sure she was prepared to face it herself.
She leaned into his touch, her eyes watching his as he studied her face, lingering on her lips. She parted them slightly, drawing in a breath, and her hand rand up his arm to lightly encircle his wrist. She had seen people look at the most esteemed artworks in the world with less reverence and emotion than Clint was looking at her with right now.
Closing her eyes when he pulled her in for another kiss, she almost protested when he stopped just short. The words were quiet but she still heard them and they made her heart ache. Did he know that she felt the same? Did he know, without her saying it, just how much she love him too? That she loved him more than she had ever loved anyone else, more than she ever thought possible to love another person?
“I know,” she whispered just as quietly before finally closing the gap and pressing her lips to his. She poured everything she was into the kiss, everything she felt, hoping she could make him feel the thing she had yet to bring herself to say. Someday she would, but it had to be real, not just a response to his proclamation. It had to be a moment when she felt it so strongly she could barely contain it. She had had those moments before, but next time she wouldn’t let them pass by silently.
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Date: 2013-08-30 05:24 pm (UTC)From:She leaned into his touch, her eyes watching his as he studied her face, lingering on her lips. She parted them slightly, drawing in a breath, and her hand rand up his arm to lightly encircle his wrist. She had seen people look at the most esteemed artworks in the world with less reverence and emotion than Clint was looking at her with right now.
Closing her eyes when he pulled her in for another kiss, she almost protested when he stopped just short. The words were quiet but she still heard them and they made her heart ache. Did he know that she felt the same? Did he know, without her saying it, just how much she love him too? That she loved him more than she had ever loved anyone else, more than she ever thought possible to love another person?
“I know,” she whispered just as quietly before finally closing the gap and pressing her lips to his. She poured everything she was into the kiss, everything she felt, hoping she could make him feel the thing she had yet to bring herself to say. Someday she would, but it had to be real, not just a response to his proclamation. It had to be a moment when she felt it so strongly she could barely contain it. She had had those moments before, but next time she wouldn’t let them pass by silently.