This was good. It was new. Of course they were used to showering together, everything from sharing something that felt like Sibirian ice, to get somehow clean, to filthy lovemaking under a hot stream. There had been rivers and lakes and the ocean... And one memorable time this hidden oasis, Natasha's sensitive pale skin reddened from the Egyptian sun and her hair a glowing flame... Not exactly a memory that helped keeping his hormones under control. But all this... had been clinical, even the sex as it always was on-mission. Adrenaline, fast and hard and satisfying.
Right now, after the first urge had been taken care off, sex was pretty low on Clint's priority list. Even with her body pressed so tightly against his and the great view she was providing, sitting in front of him like that.
Something like this they had not done before and he'd be damned if he wouldn't enjoy every single second. Starting from her head, resting so very comfortably against his shoulder, making it easy to press his face against her hair and inhale deeply. God, he loved her smell.
More relaxed than the whole evening he leaned his head back against the tub edge. For now he kept his promise to behave and left his hand where it was, just lightly stroking her waist and belly. His other arm rested on the edge, his fingers idly tapping the beat of an old Def Leppard-tune. This was perfection, definitely.
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Date: 2013-09-04 08:35 pm (UTC)From:But all this... had been clinical, even the sex as it always was on-mission. Adrenaline, fast and hard and satisfying.
Right now, after the first urge had been taken care off, sex was pretty low on Clint's priority list. Even with her body pressed so tightly against his and the great view she was providing, sitting in front of him like that.
Something like this they had not done before and he'd be damned if he wouldn't enjoy every single second. Starting from her head, resting so very comfortably against his shoulder, making it easy to press his face against her hair and inhale deeply. God, he loved her smell.
More relaxed than the whole evening he leaned his head back against the tub edge. For now he kept his promise to behave and left his hand where it was, just lightly stroking her waist and belly. His other arm rested on the edge, his fingers idly tapping the beat of an old Def Leppard-tune. This was perfection, definitely.