Natasha didn’t protest when Clint picked her up like she weighed nothing. She almost did protest about being sat in the mess on the counter, but he soon silenced her with his lips and she quickly forgot all about it. Sometimes when they kissed it was hard and rough, other times gentle and teasing, and then there were times like this meant to steal her breath and make her practically melt in his arms.
“Losing your memory in your old age?” she teased, one hand still holding her glass even with her arms draped over his shoulders. She knew what he meant, though. The past few days had been hard, their touches awkward and fleeting; it was good to have the reminder, to feel close and comfortable again. “If this is how cooking always goes then I don’t know why we never got into it before.”
It was nice to just spend time like this, close and exploratory, but they could easily make a game out of it as well, try to ‘beat the clock’, challenge each other... it would certainly make cooking more interesting. Maybe something to try another time, though right now she was content to stay just like this. Locking her ankles behind him she kept him trapped, not ready to let go. He didn’t seem to be in too much of a hurry anyhow.
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Date: 2014-06-24 08:41 pm (UTC)From:“Losing your memory in your old age?” she teased, one hand still holding her glass even with her arms draped over his shoulders. She knew what he meant, though. The past few days had been hard, their touches awkward and fleeting; it was good to have the reminder, to feel close and comfortable again. “If this is how cooking always goes then I don’t know why we never got into it before.”
It was nice to just spend time like this, close and exploratory, but they could easily make a game out of it as well, try to ‘beat the clock’, challenge each other... it would certainly make cooking more interesting. Maybe something to try another time, though right now she was content to stay just like this. Locking her ankles behind him she kept him trapped, not ready to let go. He didn’t seem to be in too much of a hurry anyhow.