Clint must have really been hungry as he quickly backed off and stopped distracting her so she could finish what she was doing. Left to her own devices Natasha piled the pizza high with various toppings, then smothered the whole thing in cheese, though she did spare him a glance every so often as he flitted around the house before eventually joining her in the kitchen again to make fresh fruit juice. All these years and he still managed to surprise her.
Once the pizza was ready to bake, and looking pretty damn good, she popped it in the oven and set the timer. She didn’t even have time to wash her hands afterwards before she found herself in Clint’s arms again. “I suppose that is allowed,” she replied, returning his grin as she took the glass from his hand. “Just don’t miss the timer.”
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Date: 2014-06-23 08:59 pm (UTC)From:Once the pizza was ready to bake, and looking pretty damn good, she popped it in the oven and set the timer. She didn’t even have time to wash her hands afterwards before she found herself in Clint’s arms again. “I suppose that is allowed,” she replied, returning his grin as she took the glass from his hand. “Just don’t miss the timer.”