Even with the attention Clint didn’t falter in his step, as that would have just slowed them down, and it was pretty clear that neither of them wanted that right now.
Laughing at his words and the image they created, Natasha shook her head. “Maybe another time,” she said, moving her hand to rest just above his ass. “I think this time I’d rather have your hands on me like back at the party.”
Finally reaching the car she sat sideways in the passenger seat and brushed the sand from her feet once more before swinging her legs into the car and shutting the door.
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Date: 2014-09-01 11:57 am (UTC)From:Laughing at his words and the image they created, Natasha shook her head. “Maybe another time,” she said, moving her hand to rest just above his ass. “I think this time I’d rather have your hands on me like back at the party.”
Finally reaching the car she sat sideways in the passenger seat and brushed the sand from her feet once more before swinging her legs into the car and shutting the door.