Clint placed the cappy on her head and held her face softly between his hands, smiling at her little pout. No, cute wasn't something one would usually associate with the master killer Natasha Romanoff.
But it wasn't the killer he was so deeply in love with. It was the woman, the adorable girl she sometimes could be, the breathtakingly attractive lady with the wild red curls, a perfect dream come true. He loved all these little parts that made her whole, that made her his, and this was a good moment to tell her, he decided. He whispered it against her lips between two kisses, very quietly, as if no one else was allowed to hear it.
"Thanks", he mumbled then, taking the mug from her and taking a few first sips. It actually wasn't half-bad, he found. "Lead the way? I think we can both use a little sun."
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Date: 2014-07-08 10:28 pm (UTC)From:Clint placed the cappy on her head and held her face softly between his hands, smiling at her little pout. No, cute wasn't something one would usually associate with the master killer Natasha Romanoff.
But it wasn't the killer he was so deeply in love with. It was the woman, the adorable girl she sometimes could be, the breathtakingly attractive lady with the wild red curls, a perfect dream come true. He loved all these little parts that made her whole, that made her his, and this was a good moment to tell her, he decided. He whispered it against her lips between two kisses, very quietly, as if no one else was allowed to hear it.
"Thanks", he mumbled then, taking the mug from her and taking a few first sips. It actually wasn't half-bad, he found. "Lead the way? I think we can both use a little sun."