Natasha had to laugh at his reply, a soft and genuine laugh even while she was giving his hand a swat away. “Considering the music you listen to I’m sure you have plenty of horrible terms saved up.” While she had expected the 80s glam rock, the modern country had come as a bit of a surprise though when she thought about it it somehow fit him as well.
She was glad for the joking and the laughter again. She had meant what she said, and she had been touched by Clint’s reaction, but as much as she was enjoying this new intimacy she could only handle so much at one time before it threatened to be too overwhelming. Luckily Clint knew that about her and didn’t let the intense mood linger too long.
Her eyes drifted closed again and she rested her head back against his shoulder as he resumed his work. He worked his way up her torso only to skirt around her breasts and work on her arms instead, paying special attention to her hands. It wasn’t a part of her body that anyone tended to focus on until she was squeezing the life out of them, but the way Clint pressed his thumb into her palm and worked every knuckle felt incredible and she couldn’t help the quiet noise of pleasure that escaped her lips.
Lying as she was against him she thought she could even fall asleep just like this, with his heart beating against her back and his breath warming her neck, but soon enough he finished with her arms and returned to where he had purposefully avoided earlier. She felt him shift against her and she arched her back slightly, the roughness of the cloth over her nipples making her shiver.
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Date: 2013-09-07 09:57 pm (UTC)From:She was glad for the joking and the laughter again. She had meant what she said, and she had been touched by Clint’s reaction, but as much as she was enjoying this new intimacy she could only handle so much at one time before it threatened to be too overwhelming. Luckily Clint knew that about her and didn’t let the intense mood linger too long.
Her eyes drifted closed again and she rested her head back against his shoulder as he resumed his work. He worked his way up her torso only to skirt around her breasts and work on her arms instead, paying special attention to her hands. It wasn’t a part of her body that anyone tended to focus on until she was squeezing the life out of them, but the way Clint pressed his thumb into her palm and worked every knuckle felt incredible and she couldn’t help the quiet noise of pleasure that escaped her lips.
Lying as she was against him she thought she could even fall asleep just like this, with his heart beating against her back and his breath warming her neck, but soon enough he finished with her arms and returned to where he had purposefully avoided earlier. She felt him shift against her and she arched her back slightly, the roughness of the cloth over her nipples making her shiver.