It was barely more than a whisper. Maybe Clint wouldn't have heard it if he hadn't just closed his eyes, to feel, breathe her even more intensively. Or if his hearing implants weren't so well programmed on even the smallest sound.
His hand on Natasha's stomach froze, and he actively had to remind himself to keep breathing, when after a few long seconds he still waited for a chuckle, an addition. Anything he would have expected from her, to flee another time from her feelings.
Nothing.
He blinked, staring at the ceiling for a moment, trying to regain his composure with the years of mental discipline he'd been trained. All three options of his first reaction - going sure that she had really said that, asking her to run away from everything forever with him or a very bad Han Solo homage - would probably make her leave instantly. He had no intentions of letting her go tonight. Or tomorrow. However long he could make her stay. It probably wouldn't be long, not with their job. Just one of their many reasons, but the most important one for not phrasing their feelings like that usually. And for Natasha it had been always even more important to keep her distance.
Yet it had just happened, just like that, and maybe it was that what made it perfect. No long discussions, no breakdown after a bloody mission or post orgasm dizziness. Just like that. Because things were right tonight. Like they should always be.
Again he had to actually remind himself to not strengthen the grip around her waist too much, when his emotions threatened to overwhelm him. A pressure had lifted from his chest that he hadn't even known to be there. Of course he had known, somehow, suspected heavily... But it had always been her choice to let him know for sure. And now that it happened it sounded so naturally, so sure despite her quiet tone, that he had to blame himself for ever doubting even the slightest bit.
He thought about laying like that for another minute, until that thing passed that left his eyes burning and his breath shallow. Maybe he should just say nothing or bring on a silly joke, anything to ease the mood. But if she was being honest with him, he had to return the favor even more so.
Sighing a shaky breath, he lifted his head to rest it back against her neck, let her feel the traitorous wetness trickling from his eyes. His fingertips right over her heart pressed against her skin in feather light circles. This was his and he would take care of it.
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Date: 2013-09-04 11:14 pm (UTC)From:His hand on Natasha's stomach froze, and he actively had to remind himself to keep breathing, when after a few long seconds he still waited for a chuckle, an addition. Anything he would have expected from her, to flee another time from her feelings.
Nothing.
He blinked, staring at the ceiling for a moment, trying to regain his composure with the years of mental discipline he'd been trained.
All three options of his first reaction - going sure that she had really said that, asking her to run away from everything forever with him or a very bad Han Solo homage - would probably make her leave instantly. He had no intentions of letting her go tonight. Or tomorrow. However long he could make her stay.
It probably wouldn't be long, not with their job. Just one of their many reasons, but the most important one for not phrasing their feelings like that usually. And for Natasha it had been always even more important to keep her distance.
Yet it had just happened, just like that, and maybe it was that what made it perfect. No long discussions, no breakdown after a bloody mission or post orgasm dizziness.
Just like that. Because things were right tonight. Like they should always be.
Again he had to actually remind himself to not strengthen the grip around her waist too much, when his emotions threatened to overwhelm him. A pressure had lifted from his chest that he hadn't even known to be there. Of course he had known, somehow, suspected heavily... But it had always been her choice to let him know for sure.
And now that it happened it sounded so naturally, so sure despite her quiet tone, that he had to blame himself for ever doubting even the slightest bit.
He thought about laying like that for another minute, until that thing passed that left his eyes burning and his breath shallow. Maybe he should just say nothing or bring on a silly joke, anything to ease the mood. But if she was being honest with him, he had to return the favor even more so.
Sighing a shaky breath, he lifted his head to rest it back against her neck, let her feel the traitorous wetness trickling from his eyes. His fingertips right over her heart pressed against her skin in feather light circles. This was his and he would take care of it.
"Thank you, Tasha."