"I'm at your service full-time, M'lady", Clint murmured against her skin, returning the smile he knew she'd feel.
As much as he would have loved to keep her close like that, with her sweet smell in his nose and her warmth all over his body, feeling her every step... Natasha pressing her perfect ass against him, that was a little too dangerous for his hormones.
Reaching for her hand again, he turned her around and went back to that small distance, mostly to let his dick know that now was definitely not the time. For a few seconds, holding both her hands between them, he just enjoyed watching Natasha use these deadly legs of hers, the extraordinary grace she put into her every move. Then he pulled her close for something that wasn't a kiss, not quite yet, more a grin against her lips, without really touching them.
"Don't think you need much teaching, though... You're breathtaking."
After making that clear, he softly pushed her out of his dancing space to do a few steps separately, in a parallel formation that wasn't completely clean if someone insisted on looking, but he didn't really care. With half an ear he noted that many people were not only watching them but there were a few admiring whistles. Here and there one of the girls threw him a very interested glance while some guys couldn't take their eyes off Natasha. Flattering but unwelcome.
He was quick to lead Natasha close again, that playful grin on his lips growing even wider when he wrapped his arm around her a little tighter, more secure than before.
"Don't castrate me, beautiful... Just trying something."
With the next beat, he pushed against her hand without taking his other arm off her, challenging her to lean back, and then let her body down nearly to the floor. Of course only to pull her back up immediately, a lot closer again this time, and all without even getting sand in her hair.
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Date: 2014-08-19 08:19 am (UTC)From:As much as he would have loved to keep her close like that, with her sweet smell in his nose and her warmth all over his body, feeling her every step... Natasha pressing her perfect ass against him, that was a little too dangerous for his hormones.
Reaching for her hand again, he turned her around and went back to that small distance, mostly to let his dick know that now was definitely not the time. For a few seconds, holding both her hands between them, he just enjoyed watching Natasha use these deadly legs of hers, the extraordinary grace she put into her every move. Then he pulled her close for something that wasn't a kiss, not quite yet, more a grin against her lips, without really touching them.
"Don't think you need much teaching, though... You're breathtaking."
After making that clear, he softly pushed her out of his dancing space to do a few steps separately, in a parallel formation that wasn't completely clean if someone insisted on looking, but he didn't really care. With half an ear he noted that many people were not only watching them but there were a few admiring whistles. Here and there one of the girls threw him a very interested glance while some guys couldn't take their eyes off Natasha. Flattering but unwelcome.
He was quick to lead Natasha close again, that playful grin on his lips growing even wider when he wrapped his arm around her a little tighter, more secure than before.
"Don't castrate me, beautiful... Just trying something."
With the next beat, he pushed against her hand without taking his other arm off her, challenging her to lean back, and then let her body down nearly to the floor. Of course only to pull her back up immediately, a lot closer again this time, and all without even getting sand in her hair.