"Gotta make the best of it while you can't choke me with your thighs", Clint stated, completely serious, giving one of the tools in question a soft slap. "I could actually think of a few even worse terms..."
Just for this smile on her face it was worth it, risking her to poke him in the ribs. One day he might actually use a serious endearment, one a little closer to his heart. For now he was relieved that this strange tension from before had gone. It had been a perfect moment, a revelation he would keep safe in his heart and live on, whenever they would be apart. But he knew just too well how uncomfortable it made Natasha to talk about her feelings. And tonight he wanted her to relax.
He bravely withstood the temptation to suck and bite the sensitive skin of her neck and just rested his face back there instead, breathing soft kisses on her skin. His hand holding the clothe rubbed lazy circles over her taut skin and made its way up her sternum one inch at a time, keeping away from her curves as much as possible to tease her a little more.
He took his sweet time giving her shoulders and arms the same slow treatment and got lost a little doing the same to her hands. He tried to relax the muscles and work her knuckles the same way he had early been taught from his first mentor, to take care of his most dangerous weapons. Natasha had beautiful hands, of course he knew that, he had felt them often enough on his body, but it never failed to amaze him, all that strength and skill hidden under her pale skin.
Only reluctantly, he let go off them to get back to his actual work, moving the clothe to this certain spot he had just missed.
He had thought to have himself perfectly under control, considering Natasha's bare ass pressed against him enticingly, but the day when running his hand over her perfect breasts wouldn't do anything to him, probably was the one he'd be ten feet under.
Stifling a deep sigh against her skin, he softly started exploring her flesh, never putting on too much pressure but very thoroughly making sure she was really clean.
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Just for this smile on her face it was worth it, risking her to poke him in the ribs. One day he might actually use a serious endearment, one a little closer to his heart. For now he was relieved that this strange tension from before had gone. It had been a perfect moment, a revelation he would keep safe in his heart and live on, whenever they would be apart. But he knew just too well how uncomfortable it made Natasha to talk about her feelings. And tonight he wanted her to relax.
He bravely withstood the temptation to suck and bite the sensitive skin of her neck and just rested his face back there instead, breathing soft kisses on her skin. His hand holding the clothe rubbed lazy circles over her taut skin and made its way up her sternum one inch at a time, keeping away from her curves as much as possible to tease her a little more.
He took his sweet time giving her shoulders and arms the same slow treatment and got lost a little doing the same to her hands. He tried to relax the muscles and work her knuckles the same way he had early been taught from his first mentor, to take care of his most dangerous weapons. Natasha had beautiful hands, of course he knew that, he had felt them often enough on his body, but it never failed to amaze him, all that strength and skill hidden under her pale skin.
Only reluctantly, he let go off them to get back to his actual work, moving the clothe to this certain spot he had just missed.
He had thought to have himself perfectly under control, considering Natasha's bare ass pressed against him enticingly, but the day when running his hand over her perfect breasts wouldn't do anything to him, probably was the one he'd be ten feet under.
Stifling a deep sigh against her skin, he softly started exploring her flesh, never putting on too much pressure but very thoroughly making sure she was really clean.