His tone matched Natasha’s, sounding both teasing yet sincere, and slyly peering at him through just barely cracked lids she could see him openly admiring her body. With anyone else she grew tired of the ogling but she could never get enough of Clint looking at her like that.
Grinning wider when he positioned himself behind her, she settled back against his chest, her hands resting on his legs on either side of her, her fingers occasionally putting just a little bit of pressure against his muscles. His skin was warm against her cool body and she let out a content sigh. She didn’t miss his little shiver.
“Is that so,” she replied, closing her eyes again. “I’m beginning to worry about your memory, or perhaps it is me that is simply not memorable enough.” She tried to keep a straight face while she said this.
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Date: 2014-08-15 08:30 pm (UTC)From:Grinning wider when he positioned himself behind her, she settled back against his chest, her hands resting on his legs on either side of her, her fingers occasionally putting just a little bit of pressure against his muscles. His skin was warm against her cool body and she let out a content sigh. She didn’t miss his little shiver.
“Is that so,” she replied, closing her eyes again. “I’m beginning to worry about your memory, or perhaps it is me that is simply not memorable enough.” She tried to keep a straight face while she said this.