She hadn’t meant to distract him from his troubles, hadn’t intended to lighten the mood this time. She wanted him to know that she was there if he wanted to talk, and the last thing she wanted was for him to think she wanted him to put on a happy face. She hoped he knew, she hoped he didn’t feel that he always had to change the subject. She wanted to be there for him in any way he needed, but she didn’t know how to express that. This was all still just far too new to her.
When Clint disappeared into the washroom, Natasha blew out the candle and picked her way easily through the dark to the bedroom. Shedding her clothes she folded them and set them aside before crawling into bed and pulling the covers right up to her chin. The sheets were rough, she was sure Clint had never heard of fabric softener, but she liked the roughness against her skin, there was something comforting about it that she wouldn’t change for the world.
She heard him moving about, no matter how quiet he tried to be, and when he seemed content to linger in the doorway she raised her head to look at him, enjoying the partial smile he wore. “You better get in here before you freeze,” she said, keeping herself, and her state of undress, fully covered.
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When Clint disappeared into the washroom, Natasha blew out the candle and picked her way easily through the dark to the bedroom. Shedding her clothes she folded them and set them aside before crawling into bed and pulling the covers right up to her chin. The sheets were rough, she was sure Clint had never heard of fabric softener, but she liked the roughness against her skin, there was something comforting about it that she wouldn’t change for the world.
She heard him moving about, no matter how quiet he tried to be, and when he seemed content to linger in the doorway she raised her head to look at him, enjoying the partial smile he wore. “You better get in here before you freeze,” she said, keeping herself, and her state of undress, fully covered.