He didn't know how long they had just sat there like that, but eventually the music changed from Def Leppard's strong riffs to some old guilty pleasures that he couldn't remember to have put on that data stick. Yes, Natasha really had to love him when not even Johnny Cash and The Righteous Brothers could make her leave.
Clint chuckled quietly at his own thoughts and lowered his head to press his lips against Natasha's shoulder. At least he had his feelings somehow back under control. It had helped, spending endless minutes of silence just holding her against his body, drowning in her sweet scent. No barriers between them and no pressure to force them into a much more intimate touch, just to make them both forget there was so much more.
Clint didn't want that anymore, not when they were alone. Not now that he knew Natasha to be much more confident about all this than he had ever hoped.
So he forced any flickering desire back for now, ignored the wish to explore the softness of her skin in the same intimate way they always had time for later. Instead he reached for a washing clothe on the tub edge, his lips still wandering softly over her shoulder.
Another thing that wasn't new, of course. They both hated sick bays equally and preferred it in injury and sickness to take care of each other. It had happened before that he had helped her get cleaned.
But still this wasn't a mission, still he had to hold back from poking himself to realize this was all their free will. Just a couple cuddling in some warm water, enjoying terrible music and breathing against each other. He wanted her to have a good memory of this.
He playfully ran the tail of the thick rag against her upper arm and nudged her neck with his nose. "Can I do this for you?"
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Date: 2013-09-06 12:01 pm (UTC)From:Clint chuckled quietly at his own thoughts and lowered his head to press his lips against Natasha's shoulder. At least he had his feelings somehow back under control. It had helped, spending endless minutes of silence just holding her against his body, drowning in her sweet scent. No barriers between them and no pressure to force them into a much more intimate touch, just to make them both forget there was so much more.
Clint didn't want that anymore, not when they were alone. Not now that he knew Natasha to be much more confident about all this than he had ever hoped.
So he forced any flickering desire back for now, ignored the wish to explore the softness of her skin in the same intimate way they always had time for later. Instead he reached for a washing clothe on the tub edge, his lips still wandering softly over her shoulder.
Another thing that wasn't new, of course. They both hated sick bays equally and preferred it in injury and sickness to take care of each other. It had happened before that he had helped her get cleaned.
But still this wasn't a mission, still he had to hold back from poking himself to realize this was all their free will. Just a couple cuddling in some warm water, enjoying terrible music and breathing against each other. He wanted her to have a good memory of this.
He playfully ran the tail of the thick rag against her upper arm and nudged her neck with his nose.
"Can I do this for you?"