She didn’t try to deepen the kiss, not yet, just letting him set the pace. Leaning into his touch when he brushed her hair back, Natasha’s smile widened when she noticed the blush in his cheeks. Clint Barton, with all his confidence and filthy talk when he’d had his face buried between her legs earlier, was now blushing like a schoolboy when it came to talking about everything they had done earlier. It was beyond adorable.
She was still very tender in more places than one from before, but she didn’t regret a second of it, not a single second. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her, that he would do everything in his power to prevent her ever being hurt by anything, and that was part of what made her so willing to push her envelope for him. Because he would never ask it of her, because he would be content with whatever she gave him, no matter how little. It was because he asked so little of her that she wanted to give him everything.
For now, though, she gave him her silence and let him get off his chest everything he felt he had to say. She wanted to interrupt, to fill the silence when he paused and tell him how happy he did make her, how she didn’t deserve him but wanted him all the same, how she wanted to make him happy too, but she held her tongue, letting him finish. When he did the sheer emotion on his face and in his words hurt her heart. Even now, no matter how much time had passed, she wanted to kill Loki for everything he had done to Clint. She wanted to tear out that manipulative tongue of his, gouge out his commanding eyes, break every bone in his body until so that he could feel what it was like to have no control.
“I wish I knew how to take it all away,” she admitted quietly, burying her face against his neck again. She hated feeling so helpless, so completely at a loss of what to do the guide Clint through this. “I can only say with full confidence that I know you’ll never hurt me.” She kissed his neck softly, her hand sliding up from his chest to his shoulder. “I do trust you, more than I’ve ever trusted anyone, and you do make me happy. Happier than I’ve ever been.”
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She was still very tender in more places than one from before, but she didn’t regret a second of it, not a single second. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her, that he would do everything in his power to prevent her ever being hurt by anything, and that was part of what made her so willing to push her envelope for him. Because he would never ask it of her, because he would be content with whatever she gave him, no matter how little. It was because he asked so little of her that she wanted to give him everything.
For now, though, she gave him her silence and let him get off his chest everything he felt he had to say. She wanted to interrupt, to fill the silence when he paused and tell him how happy he did make her, how she didn’t deserve him but wanted him all the same, how she wanted to make him happy too, but she held her tongue, letting him finish. When he did the sheer emotion on his face and in his words hurt her heart. Even now, no matter how much time had passed, she wanted to kill Loki for everything he had done to Clint. She wanted to tear out that manipulative tongue of his, gouge out his commanding eyes, break every bone in his body until so that he could feel what it was like to have no control.
“I wish I knew how to take it all away,” she admitted quietly, burying her face against his neck again. She hated feeling so helpless, so completely at a loss of what to do the guide Clint through this. “I can only say with full confidence that I know you’ll never hurt me.” She kissed his neck softly, her hand sliding up from his chest to his shoulder. “I do trust you, more than I’ve ever trusted anyone, and you do make me happy. Happier than I’ve ever been.”