"I can think of more interesting ways to spend our holidays, than to discuss our nightly activities with anyone", Clint gave back with a small grin.
He forgot of the snark quickly though when Natasha laid down, because fuck... She was a piece of art and he would never get tired of ogling her. While it was no secret, he was falling for her magnificent breasts every other day, he loved her backside just as much. Especially when she was spread out for him like that, with all her wonderful curves on display, her shapely legs and the sweet round of her ass, her hair a softly glowing flame down her shoulders. Her fair skin was a beautiful contrast to the dark sheets and towels, the brighter lines of her bikini a memory of the beautiful hours they had spent here. The sensitive skin on the inside of her thighs was still flushed from excitement, last - or maybe new - faint proves of her lust glistening there.
It took Clint all willpower to not kneel down behind her and get his tongue between her legs instead of anything else. At least he could somehow tear his sight away and kneel over her legs to reach for that oil bottle. He leaned down for nothing more than a soft, chaste kiss to her shoulder and carefully parted the long waves of her curls, draping them on the pillow to have free access to her neck.
It was there where he started, with a first small amount of oil slicking up his hands, gently massaging and caressing fingertips seeking out every small tension that the turmoils of the last days had left. He tried to soothe them away of course, rather than hammering than out like the sadists over at S.H.I.E.L.D.'s health care centers did. But from time to time he needed a little pressure. Especially when he wandered lower then, put more strength in his strokes and found more of these hard knots. He made sure to treat every spot with small kisses and an extra amount of oil when he had to get a little rough. Finally he could run his hands steadily from Natasha's neck down to her waist without finding any sore spot on the way and made an appreciative little sound.
"Hope you haven't fallen asleep yet..."
Bending down again, he let his lips wander softly over Natasha's neck to her ear to give it a playful bite while his hands, still smooth and slick, wandered deeper, exploring the sensitive skin right above her butt.
His hormones had fallen asleep pretty much in spite of Natasha's wonderful body so close to his, due to all the concentration he always put into work. Now they immediately remembered that his partner was still being very naked. Not yet... They were far from done. But with him pressing himself close to her like that for a moment, she had to feel it.
"Because you know, I'm not halfway done with you, beautiful", he added in a low, husky murmur.
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Date: 2014-09-11 07:54 am (UTC)From:He forgot of the snark quickly though when Natasha laid down, because fuck... She was a piece of art and he would never get tired of ogling her. While it was no secret, he was falling for her magnificent breasts every other day, he loved her backside just as much. Especially when she was spread out for him like that, with all her wonderful curves on display, her shapely legs and the sweet round of her ass, her hair a softly glowing flame down her shoulders. Her fair skin was a beautiful contrast to the dark sheets and towels, the brighter lines of her bikini a memory of the beautiful hours they had spent here. The sensitive skin on the inside of her thighs was still flushed from excitement, last - or maybe new - faint proves of her lust glistening there.
It took Clint all willpower to not kneel down behind her and get his tongue between her legs instead of anything else. At least he could somehow tear his sight away and kneel over her legs to reach for that oil bottle. He leaned down for nothing more than a soft, chaste kiss to her shoulder and carefully parted the long waves of her curls, draping them on the pillow to have free access to her neck.
It was there where he started, with a first small amount of oil slicking up his hands, gently massaging and caressing fingertips seeking out every small tension that the turmoils of the last days had left. He tried to soothe them away of course, rather than hammering than out like the sadists over at S.H.I.E.L.D.'s health care centers did. But from time to time he needed a little pressure. Especially when he wandered lower then, put more strength in his strokes and found more of these hard knots. He made sure to treat every spot with small kisses and an extra amount of oil when he had to get a little rough. Finally he could run his hands steadily from Natasha's neck down to her waist without finding any sore spot on the way and made an appreciative little sound.
"Hope you haven't fallen asleep yet..."
Bending down again, he let his lips wander softly over Natasha's neck to her ear to give it a playful bite while his hands, still smooth and slick, wandered deeper, exploring the sensitive skin right above her butt.
His hormones had fallen asleep pretty much in spite of Natasha's wonderful body so close to his, due to all the concentration he always put into work. Now they immediately remembered that his partner was still being very naked. Not yet... They were far from done. But with him pressing himself close to her like that for a moment, she had to feel it.
"Because you know, I'm not halfway done with you, beautiful", he added in a low, husky murmur.