"We're nearly there anyway. So if I manage to exhaust you, at least we'll get our food soon."
Clint showed a perfect little bow and took Natasha's hand again, holding it just a little higher when he lead her closer to the dancing crowd as if they were at some high class ball and about to do the opening dance. Nothing that formal but though this was something they seldom trained and even more seldom had had to practice in the past, he didn't say no to a hot Latin rhythm if Natasha was the partner...
The current song was just ending and coming up was some old Madonna tune back from the days when Madonna had actually made music. A pretty slow samba, perfect for two people who might be a little out of training. Though temptation was big, Clint kept the necessary small distance between them when he took Natasha in his arms and kept his hand on her waistline instead of below like the gentleman he was. But the mischievous grin on his lips let her know that he wasn't planning to make it too chaste anyway.
After a few basic steps he got more courageous with what he remembered about this rhythm and led her into a few faster sequences to warm them up. As soon as they had enough space and she was with her back to him for the first time, he lifted her up in the air for just a quick swirl - her dress wasn't exactly best for such adventures - and sat her back down safe and secure and a lot closer to him than before. With their bodies in a close embrace and his arms folded in front of her belly now, he reduced their movement mostly to their hips for a few beats, burying his face into the crook of her neck to tell her again how lovely she looked right now. That was the deal about dancing, really, the excuse for such closeness, moving together to some hot rhythm and enjoying Natasha's lithe, deadly movement in such a harmless, erotic motion for once.
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Date: 2014-08-18 08:50 pm (UTC)From:Clint showed a perfect little bow and took Natasha's hand again, holding it just a little higher when he lead her closer to the dancing crowd as if they were at some high class ball and about to do the opening dance. Nothing that formal but though this was something they seldom trained and even more seldom had had to practice in the past, he didn't say no to a hot Latin rhythm if Natasha was the partner...
The current song was just ending and coming up was some old Madonna tune back from the days when Madonna had actually made music. A pretty slow samba, perfect for two people who might be a little out of training. Though temptation was big, Clint kept the necessary small distance between them when he took Natasha in his arms and kept his hand on her waistline instead of below like the gentleman he was. But the mischievous grin on his lips let her know that he wasn't planning to make it too chaste anyway.
After a few basic steps he got more courageous with what he remembered about this rhythm and led her into a few faster sequences to warm them up. As soon as they had enough space and she was with her back to him for the first time, he lifted her up in the air for just a quick swirl - her dress wasn't exactly best for such adventures - and sat her back down safe and secure and a lot closer to him than before. With their bodies in a close embrace and his arms folded in front of her belly now, he reduced their movement mostly to their hips for a few beats, burying his face into the crook of her neck to tell her again how lovely she looked right now. That was the deal about dancing, really, the excuse for such closeness, moving together to some hot rhythm and enjoying Natasha's lithe, deadly movement in such a harmless, erotic motion for once.