Clint lowered his head to bury his face into her hair, let the faint sweet smell left of her shampoo sink into his senses along with the warmth of her body engulfing him. Every of his muscles seemed to melt from this half frozen state before into her touch. His arms gently pressed her to his chest while he caressed up and down the smooth skin of her legs with his, sighing deeply.
It helped, with every minute more, he could feel his mind relax into her as much as his body. And if there maybe were one or two drops of salt getting caught in her curls from his cheek, he didn't need to fear her frowning upon it.
This was just what he needed, how he needed her when time and place was right for them spending it together. To feel, how close they were and how trustful she submitted herself into his arms, no matter how many people he had killed with them.
Her body felt relaxed like it never happened when they were on the clock, steeled muscles giving in to his touch of her back, her waist. So different from their games before, no matter how satisfying they had been, and not just because he had his clothes on this time.
This was just... feeling. Taking her in with every sense, her body moving so smooth and calm against his, her beloved smell, the perfect silhouette of her beautiful body draped over his. Just her, for him, the way he belonged to her just as much. Maybe they could indeed make a whole new bunch of memories with unforgettable nights like this.
There was just one thing, one moment she wouldn't be able to get out of his head, no matter how much they tried to replace the violence in his head with reality. This night, these few hours of horror in a plane to Germany, he had to keep for himself. It wouldn't change anything except for putting another burden on her when she already carried so many of his. Some things couldn't be undone.
Clint could just try overshadow them in his head, hold on to what he still had, what had never had happened, no matter how badly that bastard Asgardian had wanted it. Natasha was still here, with him, and he meant to enjoy every single minute that he could have with her.
"Think I'm okay", he murmured quietly, unwilling to let go off her for even a second. But she would like it better to not have rough fabric against her skin the whole night. "Let me just get out of this damn sweater so you have a proper pillow, hm?"
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Date: 2013-11-17 03:31 pm (UTC)From:Clint lowered his head to bury his face into her hair, let the faint sweet smell left of her shampoo sink into his senses along with the warmth of her body engulfing him. Every of his muscles seemed to melt from this half frozen state before into her touch. His arms gently pressed her to his chest while he caressed up and down the smooth skin of her legs with his, sighing deeply.
It helped, with every minute more, he could feel his mind relax into her as much as his body. And if there maybe were one or two drops of salt getting caught in her curls from his cheek, he didn't need to fear her frowning upon it.
This was just what he needed, how he needed her when time and place was right for them spending it together. To feel, how close they were and how trustful she submitted herself into his arms, no matter how many people he had killed with them.
Her body felt relaxed like it never happened when they were on the clock, steeled muscles giving in to his touch of her back, her waist. So different from their games before, no matter how satisfying they had been, and not just because he had his clothes on this time.
This was just... feeling. Taking her in with every sense, her body moving so smooth and calm against his, her beloved smell, the perfect silhouette of her beautiful body draped over his. Just her, for him, the way he belonged to her just as much. Maybe they could indeed make a whole new bunch of memories with unforgettable nights like this.
There was just one thing, one moment she wouldn't be able to get out of his head, no matter how much they tried to replace the violence in his head with reality. This night, these few hours of horror in a plane to Germany, he had to keep for himself. It wouldn't change anything except for putting another burden on her when she already carried so many of his. Some things couldn't be undone.
Clint could just try overshadow them in his head, hold on to what he still had, what had never had happened, no matter how badly that bastard Asgardian had wanted it. Natasha was still here, with him, and he meant to enjoy every single minute that he could have with her.
"Think I'm okay", he murmured quietly, unwilling to let go off her for even a second. But she would like it better to not have rough fabric against her skin the whole night. "Let me just get out of this damn sweater so you have a proper pillow, hm?"