Natasha listened to the sound of the shower, letting it calm the nerves that were threatening to to get fired up again. When Clint came back out they would have to talk again, and part of her was tempted to join him in the shower now and distract him. For how long, though? For how long could they keep dancing around each other or answering with I don’t know when they finally did talk? It didn’t matter that that was the honest answer, it wasn’t helping their situation at all right now.
Clint stayed in the shower a lot longer than usual and she was just wondering if she should go check on him when she heard the water turn off. Clearly he hadn’t fallen and injured himself, he just needed more time, something she understood perfectly.
She cleaned her face the best she could with the bottom of her shirt, but she knew when Clint emerged from the bathroom that she probably still looked like shit. Her eyes were red and puffy, but it wasn’t as bad as last time, and when she offered a small smile it wasn’t completely strained.
Turning to face him when he sat beside her she wrapped her arms around him and pressed her lips to his shoulder, absorbing him, breathing him in. “I’m fine,” she said, followed by another kiss. “You smell good...” One more kiss against his freshly washed skin and she let him go and sat back. “Now turn,” she instructed, making a turning motion with one finger that he should know all too well. She doubted he would agree on a full massage right now as he didn’t seem to want her to do anything for him, wanting to do everything for her right now instead, but maybe he was submit to at least his neck and shoulders.
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Date: 2014-06-21 04:31 pm (UTC)From:Clint stayed in the shower a lot longer than usual and she was just wondering if she should go check on him when she heard the water turn off. Clearly he hadn’t fallen and injured himself, he just needed more time, something she understood perfectly.
She cleaned her face the best she could with the bottom of her shirt, but she knew when Clint emerged from the bathroom that she probably still looked like shit. Her eyes were red and puffy, but it wasn’t as bad as last time, and when she offered a small smile it wasn’t completely strained.
Turning to face him when he sat beside her she wrapped her arms around him and pressed her lips to his shoulder, absorbing him, breathing him in. “I’m fine,” she said, followed by another kiss. “You smell good...” One more kiss against his freshly washed skin and she let him go and sat back. “Now turn,” she instructed, making a turning motion with one finger that he should know all too well. She doubted he would agree on a full massage right now as he didn’t seem to want her to do anything for him, wanting to do everything for her right now instead, but maybe he was submit to at least his neck and shoulders.