"It'll be okay. You can always torture me some more tomorrow."
Clint turned his head to her, lazily propped on his arms, and gave her a smile that matched his tiredly slurred words. Natasha was the only person he gladly accepted as his personal torturer, but it could wait.
It was a warm enough evening so she preferred to go commando just like him and he had really no objections at all to that. Now that they knew what was going on, he was a lot more observant to the small changes in her body, but they certainly made her no less gorgeous at all. Fortunately he was too tired to let that have any effect on him right now. Natasha was just as exhausted as he was, and as comfortable as it was right now, he didn't sleep well on his stomach...
He reached out gently to run his fingertips through her hair and over her cheek, but no, that didn't work all that well yet from this position, so he dropped his arm again with a grunt.
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Date: 2014-06-28 03:33 pm (UTC)From:Clint turned his head to her, lazily propped on his arms, and gave her a smile that matched his tiredly slurred words. Natasha was the only person he gladly accepted as his personal torturer, but it could wait.
It was a warm enough evening so she preferred to go commando just like him and he had really no objections at all to that. Now that they knew what was going on, he was a lot more observant to the small changes in her body, but they certainly made her no less gorgeous at all. Fortunately he was too tired to let that have any effect on him right now. Natasha was just as exhausted as he was, and as comfortable as it was right now, he didn't sleep well on his stomach...
He reached out gently to run his fingertips through her hair and over her cheek, but no, that didn't work all that well yet from this position, so he dropped his arm again with a grunt.
"I'm good. Let's just try to get a little rest."