"Not the old guys, just the sappy romance of a good old campfire."
Natasha getting that close was a very welcome change of position. He leaned down to kiss her, just softly, slightly, because he knew he would still taste of salt, and finally reached for that book then. The shadow on his face when he rested it on his chest was very welcome after the heat in the water. And if he got a little lost in thought again instead of in the story he began to read to Natasha, in his best clear, accent-free Italian to make it easier for her to follow, at least she wouldn't see.
The hand not turning pages was caressing her neck and back, harmlessly, softly massaging fingertips treasuring every inch of skin her bathing suit revealed while he spoke. Sometimes he played a little with the strings of her top, just to tease her, but never made a move to open them. Only an unspoken promise that he would definitely up for more games later.
His adventure in the water had still left traces, though, and it wasn't long before his water bottle was empty and his throat still felt sore. His eyes longingly wandered to that one stand in the distance, where they had bought their granita the other day, and he sighed. Getting Natasha to move away from him and letting go off her was pretty far the last thing on his mind right now.
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Date: 2014-08-10 10:53 pm (UTC)From:Natasha getting that close was a very welcome change of position. He leaned down to kiss her, just softly, slightly, because he knew he would still taste of salt, and finally reached for that book then. The shadow on his face when he rested it on his chest was very welcome after the heat in the water. And if he got a little lost in thought again instead of in the story he began to read to Natasha, in his best clear, accent-free Italian to make it easier for her to follow, at least she wouldn't see.
The hand not turning pages was caressing her neck and back, harmlessly, softly massaging fingertips treasuring every inch of skin her bathing suit revealed while he spoke. Sometimes he played a little with the strings of her top, just to tease her, but never made a move to open them. Only an unspoken promise that he would definitely up for more games later.
His adventure in the water had still left traces, though, and it wasn't long before his water bottle was empty and his throat still felt sore. His eyes longingly wandered to that one stand in the distance, where they had bought their granita the other day, and he sighed. Getting Natasha to move away from him and letting go off her was pretty far the last thing on his mind right now.