As fucking amazing as he had felt between her legs, Natasha wasn’t going to argue against having him stretched out beside her again, his entire body radiating heat better than any blanket could. Laying her head on Clint’s arm, she nuzzled against his shoulder, her finger trailing up his opposite arm to stop just at the sleeve of his t-shirt. His hand didn’t stop this time, sliding up under the heavy sweater to finally tease her breasts with no material separating them from his warm skin and wonderfully calloused fingers. It wasn’t long before she was squirming against him again, the brief ‘cool off’ time instantly forgotten.
“Mmm, I have some idea,” she muttered back, a shiver running down her spine as his breath across her ear. Doing as she was told she hooked her leg over his hip and used the leverage to shift herself closer to him. Oh yeah, she definitely had an idea of how hot she was making him.
Sliding her hand up over his shoulder, she let it glide down his back before slipping her fingers just under the waistband of his pants. “You are still wearing far too many clothes,” she commented, dipping her head in and running her tongue along his neck.
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Date: 2013-10-10 09:13 pm (UTC)From:“Mmm, I have some idea,” she muttered back, a shiver running down her spine as his breath across her ear. Doing as she was told she hooked her leg over his hip and used the leverage to shift herself closer to him. Oh yeah, she definitely had an idea of how hot she was making him.
Sliding her hand up over his shoulder, she let it glide down his back before slipping her fingers just under the waistband of his pants. “You are still wearing far too many clothes,” she commented, dipping her head in and running her tongue along his neck.