Natasha pursed her lips to one side, worrying the inside of her cheek between her teeth as she pretended to contemplate this offer. Clean sheets to slide in between definitely sounded good, as did just laying down in general. She just had to get up first.
Making a playful swat at Clint as he gave her a quick kiss and ran, she missed him completely, not that she was trying very hard. Shaking her head with a smile on her lips, she placed her hands on the table and pushed up to her feet, pleased to find she didn’t feel dizzy this time as she had earlier in the day. Ah, the healing properties of a good meal.
Making her way to the washroom she shed her clothes and dumped them in the laundry basket. Washing the flour and oil and the remains of the day from her skin, she let her hair down and brushed it out until it fell in soft waves around her shoulders. Once she’d finished in the bathroom she collected her bucket and headed for the bedroom where a very pleasant image awaited her. Clint was stretched out on his stomach on the freshly changed bed, his perfect butt on clear display and looking very bitable. It she wasn’t so drained she would have definitely taken it as an invitation.
“How does your back feel now?” she asked as she set the bucket on the floor beside the bed and climbed up beside him. She could easily finish that massage before sleep, just maybe sans the oil so as not to mess up the clean sheets.
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Making a playful swat at Clint as he gave her a quick kiss and ran, she missed him completely, not that she was trying very hard. Shaking her head with a smile on her lips, she placed her hands on the table and pushed up to her feet, pleased to find she didn’t feel dizzy this time as she had earlier in the day. Ah, the healing properties of a good meal.
Making her way to the washroom she shed her clothes and dumped them in the laundry basket. Washing the flour and oil and the remains of the day from her skin, she let her hair down and brushed it out until it fell in soft waves around her shoulders. Once she’d finished in the bathroom she collected her bucket and headed for the bedroom where a very pleasant image awaited her. Clint was stretched out on his stomach on the freshly changed bed, his perfect butt on clear display and looking very bitable. It she wasn’t so drained she would have definitely taken it as an invitation.
“How does your back feel now?” she asked as she set the bucket on the floor beside the bed and climbed up beside him. She could easily finish that massage before sleep, just maybe sans the oil so as not to mess up the clean sheets.