Clint pressed his lips to her palm, still resting against his cheek, locking all words inside for now, all the feelings vibrating between them. The deep warmth of joy spreading in his chest, when he could see Natasha like that, shaken by emotions she so seldom allowed herself to feel. They were there, that was all he needed to know.
And admittedly, right now, he also needed to know how she would taste when he finally got his mouth on her. A short, longing moan escaped his throat when his hand started wandering again, his fingertips slipping under the hem of her shorts to tease the little hollow right above her buttocks.
He would have loved to started slow, exploring every inch of her body with his lips and tongue, but as long as it wasn't really warm in the room, he didn't want her to get out of too many clothes.
So he sat up, instead, reluctantly, just enough to make Natasha lie on her back, using the slightest pressure of his other hand flatly pressed against her sternum. Though he wouldn't admit it loudly... He sometimes did enjoy it to handle her body the way he needed it, and that she let him do it to her without ripping his head off his shoulders.
He thanked her with a playful kiss on her nose and nibbled on her lower lip then, grinning, letting her know what he was about to do to her. His hand on her chest was already busy elsewhere though he honestly couldn't remember aiming for that. But then again... Natasha's glorious full breasts had always worked a certain kind of magic on him. He was massaging and teasing her through the thick fabric long before he knew, expertly finding one hardening nipple between his knuckles and giving it a slow, tight tug.
Never one to forget his most important target, he started drawing her shorts from her legs at the same time, very carefully, inch by inch.
"I begin to like these clothes on you."
He scooted down on the sofa enough to bend over her body, kiss and lick that small bright stripe of her belly where his administrations had pulled that hoodie upwards.
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Clint pressed his lips to her palm, still resting against his cheek, locking all words inside for now, all the feelings vibrating between them. The deep warmth of joy spreading in his chest, when he could see Natasha like that, shaken by emotions she so seldom allowed herself to feel. They were there, that was all he needed to know.
And admittedly, right now, he also needed to know how she would taste when he finally got his mouth on her. A short, longing moan escaped his throat when his hand started wandering again, his fingertips slipping under the hem of her shorts to tease the little hollow right above her buttocks.
He would have loved to started slow, exploring every inch of her body with his lips and tongue, but as long as it wasn't really warm in the room, he didn't want her to get out of too many clothes.
So he sat up, instead, reluctantly, just enough to make Natasha lie on her back, using the slightest pressure of his other hand flatly pressed against her sternum. Though he wouldn't admit it loudly... He sometimes did enjoy it to handle her body the way he needed it, and that she let him do it to her without ripping his head off his shoulders.
He thanked her with a playful kiss on her nose and nibbled on her lower lip then, grinning, letting her know what he was about to do to her. His hand on her chest was already busy elsewhere though he honestly couldn't remember aiming for that. But then again... Natasha's glorious full breasts had always worked a certain kind of magic on him. He was massaging and teasing her through the thick fabric long before he knew, expertly finding one hardening nipple between his knuckles and giving it a slow, tight tug.
Never one to forget his most important target, he started drawing her shorts from her legs at the same time, very carefully, inch by inch.
"I begin to like these clothes on you."
He scooted down on the sofa enough to bend over her body, kiss and lick that small bright stripe of her belly where his administrations had pulled that hoodie upwards.