"Sh. Don't crack your neck after all the work I've just done."
Clint leaned down a little more to press his lips to her cheek and the corner of her mouth. His too fast breath met her skin, followed by a quiet moan when her ass pressed so perfectly against his growing excitement. He all but physically had to pull himself back from her, reminding himself of the work he still had to do. Not that it was bad work, at all...
He sat down next to her legs to put a little distance between and got more oil for his hands to work with. Gently, nearly harmlessly he ran them down Natasha's back until he could cup her perfect ass, more caressing than anything else, at least for the moment. Then one hand wandered lower while the other searched its way to that very same thigh, of course taking the most obvious way between her legs. He'd have to let go off her otherwise and he wasn't planning to do anytime soon... Somehow he managed not to stray by that promising waiting heat either, just brushing his fingertips over the tender skin, before he concentrated on her thigh.
Her legs were Natasha's deadliest weapons, the best trained muscles of her body, and Clint made very sure to put the same care and thoroughness into his work as he would have with his bow and arrows, or with his own hands. He listened to the reaction of her muscles very carefully as he made his way down and eased his grip immediately when she was tensing up too much, rather pushing out all irregularities from constant tension and work with soothing strokes.
As tempting as it was, he didn't try to tickle her when he reached the back of her knee, just bent her leg softly against the careful press of his hand to make sure there was no hidden sore spot waiting there.
By the time he was done with taking her of her lower leg, he had his hormones under control and could turn to her foot with the same slow patience. He remembered very well from the last massage, how she liked to be touched there, and worked all these tricks on there that had made her purr and sigh last time before repeating the same process on her other leg. It wasn't impossible she would fall asleep until he was done...
But it was definitely worth it, touching her like that, feeling every inch of her skin lively and warm under his fingertips, find all these little spots that responded so well to his caresses and a little kiss here and there. Sometimes he chased a shiver away with a playful nudge of his nose, sometimes he gave her firm, waiting flesh a bite before he started to treat it with oil.
But it was all good and harmless and coy. At least until he was back to having her perfect ass under his working fingers, his touch decidedly tighter this time, fingertips slipping teasingly between her firm round cheeks.
"You'll have to turn around for the rest, I'm afraid..."
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Date: 2014-09-11 08:36 pm (UTC)From:Clint leaned down a little more to press his lips to her cheek and the corner of her mouth. His too fast breath met her skin, followed by a quiet moan when her ass pressed so perfectly against his growing excitement. He all but physically had to pull himself back from her, reminding himself of the work he still had to do. Not that it was bad work, at all...
He sat down next to her legs to put a little distance between and got more oil for his hands to work with. Gently, nearly harmlessly he ran them down Natasha's back until he could cup her perfect ass, more caressing than anything else, at least for the moment. Then one hand wandered lower while the other searched its way to that very same thigh, of course taking the most obvious way between her legs. He'd have to let go off her otherwise and he wasn't planning to do anytime soon... Somehow he managed not to stray by that promising waiting heat either, just brushing his fingertips over the tender skin, before he concentrated on her thigh.
Her legs were Natasha's deadliest weapons, the best trained muscles of her body, and Clint made very sure to put the same care and thoroughness into his work as he would have with his bow and arrows, or with his own hands. He listened to the reaction of her muscles very carefully as he made his way down and eased his grip immediately when she was tensing up too much, rather pushing out all irregularities from constant tension and work with soothing strokes.
As tempting as it was, he didn't try to tickle her when he reached the back of her knee, just bent her leg softly against the careful press of his hand to make sure there was no hidden sore spot waiting there.
By the time he was done with taking her of her lower leg, he had his hormones under control and could turn to her foot with the same slow patience. He remembered very well from the last massage, how she liked to be touched there, and worked all these tricks on there that had made her purr and sigh last time before repeating the same process on her other leg. It wasn't impossible she would fall asleep until he was done...
But it was definitely worth it, touching her like that, feeling every inch of her skin lively and warm under his fingertips, find all these little spots that responded so well to his caresses and a little kiss here and there. Sometimes he chased a shiver away with a playful nudge of his nose, sometimes he gave her firm, waiting flesh a bite before he started to treat it with oil.
But it was all good and harmless and coy. At least until he was back to having her perfect ass under his working fingers, his touch decidedly tighter this time, fingertips slipping teasingly between her firm round cheeks.
"You'll have to turn around for the rest, I'm afraid..."