"Well, you still don't know half the things I can do with my hands." Clint raised his chin a little with feigned pride but couldn't keep a straight face for long. He rather busied himself with pulling Natasha's other leg onto his lap too, so she could comfortably stretch out.
And there it was again, that smile he wanted to drown in. In a way it was even more beautiful than just joking around and making her laugh, and so much more honest and intimate than the polite expression she had in store for strangers.
He watched her closely from the corner of his eyes while he caressed and massaged her, with the same care on every movement he needed when handling a charge or a filigree weapon. And if maybe one of his hands softly caressed her shin from time to time or flickered over her knee, it was just to add to her relaxation.
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Date: 2013-11-11 05:13 pm (UTC)From:Clint raised his chin a little with feigned pride but couldn't keep a straight face for long. He rather busied himself with pulling Natasha's other leg onto his lap too, so she could comfortably stretch out.
And there it was again, that smile he wanted to drown in. In a way it was even more beautiful than just joking around and making her laugh, and so much more honest and intimate than the polite expression she had in store for strangers.
He watched her closely from the corner of his eyes while he caressed and massaged her, with the same care on every movement he needed when handling a charge or a filigree weapon. And if maybe one of his hands softly caressed her shin from time to time or flickered over her knee, it was just to add to her relaxation.