“Just don’t exhaust me too much or you might throw a wrinkle into our later plans,” she replied with a grin. She actually felt really good, much better than she had probably since they’d arrived. At the moment she felt like she could go all night, though she would probably pay for it tomorrow. Good thing she wasn’t one for planning that far ahead.
Dropping her shoes onto the sand, Natasha let Clint lead her in the dance, and they fell into rhythm easily. The steps were easy at first, and carried out rather professionally, but eventually they loosened up and started improvising. A light laugh escaped her lips when Clint picked her up, and she was not at all surprised when he set her down a lot closer than before, his arms snaking around her and holding her flush against him. With one hand curled around the back of his neck and her other covering his arm on her stomach, she moved her hips with his, closing her eyes and letting the music and their movements sweep her away.
Why did they not dance more often? Maybe this was something else, like the cooking, that they should find time to do. Or maybe it was better because it happened so seldom. Either way, she was definitely enjoying herself. “Those are some smooth moves, Barton. I may have to hire you for some private lessons,” she said, her smile evident in her voice.
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Date: 2014-08-18 09:23 pm (UTC)From:Dropping her shoes onto the sand, Natasha let Clint lead her in the dance, and they fell into rhythm easily. The steps were easy at first, and carried out rather professionally, but eventually they loosened up and started improvising. A light laugh escaped her lips when Clint picked her up, and she was not at all surprised when he set her down a lot closer than before, his arms snaking around her and holding her flush against him. With one hand curled around the back of his neck and her other covering his arm on her stomach, she moved her hips with his, closing her eyes and letting the music and their movements sweep her away.
Why did they not dance more often? Maybe this was something else, like the cooking, that they should find time to do. Or maybe it was better because it happened so seldom. Either way, she was definitely enjoying herself. “Those are some smooth moves, Barton. I may have to hire you for some private lessons,” she said, her smile evident in her voice.