Whether Clint wanted to or not Natasha certainly didn’t want to go any slower. She needed that release, that instant gratification; all the rest they could lose themselves in later. She loved it when Clint talked dirty, but it was something she normally didn’t do back. It felt false because too often in the past it had been, but every so often she could ignore that, or Clint got her far enough gone that she didn’t think about it.
Of course phone sex was entirely different and something she enjoyed when their missions kept them apart for too long.
His arm along her back made her feel safe and secure, but his words still made her falter in their rhythm. There was nothing behind her to lean against except for his arm, so she would be trusting him to hold her up the whole time, to keep her steady without tiring.
Tilting her head back to meet his eyes, she couldn’t resist kissing his lips now that they were in view before sliding her hands up to rest on his shoulders. Solidly holding his gaze, she slowly leaned back into his arm, her fingers tightening on his shoulders as she did so, laying herself bare for him to see.
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Date: 2014-09-07 03:23 pm (UTC)From:Of course phone sex was entirely different and something she enjoyed when their missions kept them apart for too long.
His arm along her back made her feel safe and secure, but his words still made her falter in their rhythm. There was nothing behind her to lean against except for his arm, so she would be trusting him to hold her up the whole time, to keep her steady without tiring.
Tilting her head back to meet his eyes, she couldn’t resist kissing his lips now that they were in view before sliding her hands up to rest on his shoulders. Solidly holding his gaze, she slowly leaned back into his arm, her fingers tightening on his shoulders as she did so, laying herself bare for him to see.