With Natasha still held safely by his side, Clint sat up and made it nearly without pulling a face. Oh well. The day wasn't over yet. He leaned down for another quick kiss but got up then quickly before temptation could grow too big to lay back down. Cuddling was only half as romantic with a constantly growling stomach.
"So, how's your stomach doing? Any special wishes?"
He tried to stretch out carefully, with one hand propped on the bed-post for leverage. No, not good yet, but a lot better.
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Date: 2014-06-22 08:19 pm (UTC)From:With Natasha still held safely by his side, Clint sat up and made it nearly without pulling a face. Oh well. The day wasn't over yet. He leaned down for another quick kiss but got up then quickly before temptation could grow too big to lay back down. Cuddling was only half as romantic with a constantly growling stomach.
"So, how's your stomach doing? Any special wishes?"
He tried to stretch out carefully, with one hand propped on the bed-post for leverage. No, not good yet, but a lot better.