"Wouldn't dare to. My stomach and me just made a truce, not gonna break that."
Still right now there were other things than food on Clint's mind, at least until that timer was up. He let his arms slide from Natasha's waist deeper, to her hips, and picked her up to set her on the counter, right in the middle of the flour and sugar mess there.
His back protested a little against the strain, but he ignored it with a grunt and rather devoted himself to Natasha's mouth. He hadn't touched his own glass yet but from the taste he got from her, he judged, he had done a good job with that juice. He licked his way thoroughly over her lips and between then, indulging her, drowning in her, while his hands softly caressed her back and neck. Nothing more, just holding her and enjoying being close to her.
"Had to remind myself how much I love that", he murmured between a few more kisses on her jaw, her neck, that sweet red glow on her cheeks. "We really should cook more often, definitely..."
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Date: 2014-06-24 06:18 am (UTC)From:Still right now there were other things than food on Clint's mind, at least until that timer was up. He let his arms slide from Natasha's waist deeper, to her hips, and picked her up to set her on the counter, right in the middle of the flour and sugar mess there.
His back protested a little against the strain, but he ignored it with a grunt and rather devoted himself to Natasha's mouth. He hadn't touched his own glass yet but from the taste he got from her, he judged, he had done a good job with that juice. He licked his way thoroughly over her lips and between then, indulging her, drowning in her, while his hands softly caressed her back and neck. Nothing more, just holding her and enjoying being close to her.
"Had to remind myself how much I love that", he murmured between a few more kisses on her jaw, her neck, that sweet red glow on her cheeks. "We really should cook more often, definitely..."