Clint colored his answer with a deep, suggestive slur, reminding Natasha that while he wasn't at his best with birthdays and shit, he had a very good memory when it came to other kind of things.
Her hand on his skin had his muscles twitch in pure reflex and had him suck in a quiet breath, but fortunately right now he was feeling too worn out for his hormones to jump on that train.
He just relaxed back and let Natasha get comfortable on his body, softly running his fingertips through her hair. He kept that book by his side but he wasn't in a hurry with starting that read. Not when Natasha's hair felt so nice against his skin and he could have spend the next hours just like this, drawing small circles with his fingertips on her shoulders and arms.
It didn't take long at all for his hand to wander deeper, carefully explore that little roundness of Natasha's belly, always ready to retreat when she wanted it.
"This is so much better than swimming to get your mind off things."
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Clint colored his answer with a deep, suggestive slur, reminding Natasha that while he wasn't at his best with birthdays and shit, he had a very good memory when it came to other kind of things.
Her hand on his skin had his muscles twitch in pure reflex and had him suck in a quiet breath, but fortunately right now he was feeling too worn out for his hormones to jump on that train.
He just relaxed back and let Natasha get comfortable on his body, softly running his fingertips through her hair. He kept that book by his side but he wasn't in a hurry with starting that read. Not when Natasha's hair felt so nice against his skin and he could have spend the next hours just like this, drawing small circles with his fingertips on her shoulders and arms.
It didn't take long at all for his hand to wander deeper, carefully explore that little roundness of Natasha's belly, always ready to retreat when she wanted it.
"This is so much better than swimming to get your mind off things."