Smiling, Natasha shook her head at his reply. “It certainly has some memories attached to it,” she said, setting her glass back on the coffee table and taking a cracker to nibble on.
Yes, they still had some talking to do, but it could wait until he was ready, she didn’t want to overwhelm him. Besides, it would probably be easier once they were away somewhere and could truly relax. She wanted to know what was going on inside his head, but she didn’t want to push; he had never pushed her and she intended to return the favour.
“That’s okay, I’m - hey!” she protested when Clint tried to tickle her foot. Luckily her few ticklish spots were not so obvious, but she still gave him a mock warning look... a look that melted at the mention of a massage.
“A long, hot bath; a foot massage... you’re spoiling me,” Natasha said, bumping her shoulder against his and giving him a quick peck on the cheek. “You better be careful, I might get used to such treatment and start expecting it all the time.”
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Yes, they still had some talking to do, but it could wait until he was ready, she didn’t want to overwhelm him. Besides, it would probably be easier once they were away somewhere and could truly relax. She wanted to know what was going on inside his head, but she didn’t want to push; he had never pushed her and she intended to return the favour.
“That’s okay, I’m - hey!” she protested when Clint tried to tickle her foot. Luckily her few ticklish spots were not so obvious, but she still gave him a mock warning look... a look that melted at the mention of a massage.
“A long, hot bath; a foot massage... you’re spoiling me,” Natasha said, bumping her shoulder against his and giving him a quick peck on the cheek. “You better be careful, I might get used to such treatment and start expecting it all the time.”