Chuckling, Clint took the bottle from her hands and coaxed Natasha to lean back so he could start treating her body with the sunscreen, with the same tenderness and accuracy as the other day. Only he kept his hands from wandering this time, concentrating fully and only on his job to reach every inch of Natasha's soft bare skin with his gently working fingertips. Of course she was a walking, breathing temptation when he allowed himself to revel in that, but he wasn't exactly 13 years old anymore. He had had his hormones under control in much more lascivious settings on former missions before.
With a small smile he realized that Natasha's skin started to show a faint bronze colored tone from their many hours in the sun, an unusual but pretty sight and definitely better than a painful sunburn. He allowed himself to press his lips to her shoulder and neck from time to time while he worked, especially after she had turned on her stomach to let him take care of her back. But still he didn't linger anywhere longer than necessary until he could be sure, he had finished his job well and settled next to Natasha with a content sigh to reach for one of their water bottles.
He was still restless, he felt it in the way his fingers worked the bottle cork and how he kept a closer eye on their surroundings, the strangers around them, than in the last days. That overload of unwanted burdens in his mind wasn't forgotten yet, and though his half-finished book was waiting in Natasha's bag, he knew that he couldn't find enough focus to remember even half a page right now.
"You good here?" he asked with a small sigh. "I think I need to swim for a while."
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Date: 2014-08-04 10:20 am (UTC)From:Chuckling, Clint took the bottle from her hands and coaxed Natasha to lean back so he could start treating her body with the sunscreen, with the same tenderness and accuracy as the other day. Only he kept his hands from wandering this time, concentrating fully and only on his job to reach every inch of Natasha's soft bare skin with his gently working fingertips. Of course she was a walking, breathing temptation when he allowed himself to revel in that, but he wasn't exactly 13 years old anymore. He had had his hormones under control in much more lascivious settings on former missions before.
With a small smile he realized that Natasha's skin started to show a faint bronze colored tone from their many hours in the sun, an unusual but pretty sight and definitely better than a painful sunburn. He allowed himself to press his lips to her shoulder and neck from time to time while he worked, especially after she had turned on her stomach to let him take care of her back. But still he didn't linger anywhere longer than necessary until he could be sure, he had finished his job well and settled next to Natasha with a content sigh to reach for one of their water bottles.
He was still restless, he felt it in the way his fingers worked the bottle cork and how he kept a closer eye on their surroundings, the strangers around them, than in the last days. That overload of unwanted burdens in his mind wasn't forgotten yet, and though his half-finished book was waiting in Natasha's bag, he knew that he couldn't find enough focus to remember even half a page right now.
"You good here?" he asked with a small sigh. "I think I need to swim for a while."