Natasha just smiled at Clint’s reply. She wouldn’t be pulling anything on Fury, she would simply be telling him like it is, calmly and coldly. Either he honour their right to vacation or she would make the following few hours of his life miserable while she quoted every relevant line of their contracts and the labour code, and if that didn’t work she wasn’t above resorting to a little friendly blackmail.
Shifting so that she lay on her back and could more easily look up at him, Natasha’s smile grew soft and affectionate. Just seeing how happy this idea made him convince her that it was the right thing for him, maybe for both of them. Time heals all wounds, they say, but she knew how much of a struggle the past few months had been for Clint, and maybe time wasn’t enough. He clearly needed this, and she was going to make damn sure to give him everything he needed.
“So we’ll be eating lots of pasta, then?” she replied. Running her hand up to cup the back of his head, she pulled him down for a lingering kiss before reluctantly pulling away. “Hold that thought,” she said, squirming out of his arms. As much as she didn’t want to move, some things can’t be ignored.
Hissing when her bare feet hit the cold floor, Natasha pushed herself up to her feet and awkwardly made her way to the bathroom. Her knees still felt weak, and she was certainly strained and tender in other places, so there was no sexy strut this time even though she was sure he was watching her.
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Date: 2013-11-07 09:21 pm (UTC)From:Shifting so that she lay on her back and could more easily look up at him, Natasha’s smile grew soft and affectionate. Just seeing how happy this idea made him convince her that it was the right thing for him, maybe for both of them. Time heals all wounds, they say, but she knew how much of a struggle the past few months had been for Clint, and maybe time wasn’t enough. He clearly needed this, and she was going to make damn sure to give him everything he needed.
“So we’ll be eating lots of pasta, then?” she replied. Running her hand up to cup the back of his head, she pulled him down for a lingering kiss before reluctantly pulling away. “Hold that thought,” she said, squirming out of his arms. As much as she didn’t want to move, some things can’t be ignored.
Hissing when her bare feet hit the cold floor, Natasha pushed herself up to her feet and awkwardly made her way to the bathroom. Her knees still felt weak, and she was certainly strained and tender in other places, so there was no sexy strut this time even though she was sure he was watching her.