"I'm good at cleaning stuff. I've been in the circus and in the army", Clint chuckled, his voice muffled with his mouth so close to her skin. He pressed a soft kiss to her neck while he was on it and rested his head on his arm, the comfortable silence and laziness still thick in his head.
Natasha pressing her body even closer to his didn't allow any coldness to creep in. He couldn't remember ever holding her like this. Not like this, not with the scent of lust reminding him of what they had just done, his arm pressing her safe to his chest while his fingertips drew soft circles on the back of her hand. Where his thigh rested against her sex, her skin was still moist from their game and he sighed, keeping a soft, steady touch, enjoying the aftermath of their pleasure.
"I don't think I can ever stand up from this couch again."
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He pressed a soft kiss to her neck while he was on it and rested his head on his arm, the comfortable silence and laziness still thick in his head.
Natasha pressing her body even closer to his didn't allow any coldness to creep in. He couldn't remember ever holding her like this. Not like this, not with the scent of lust reminding him of what they had just done, his arm pressing her safe to his chest while his fingertips drew soft circles on the back of her hand. Where his thigh rested against her sex, her skin was still moist from their game and he sighed, keeping a soft, steady touch, enjoying the aftermath of their pleasure.
"I don't think I can ever stand up from this couch again."