Very reluctantly, Clint took his hands off her to get the piece of clothing out of the way and fell back onto the mattress, relieved. Smiling up at Natasha, he reached out for her face, thumb brushing over her cheek and down to her neck. Much better though he probably would lose these pants also somewhere in the course of the night. Just to wake up with the feel of her body nude against his, the reminders of the evening before playing among them and just the security, that it was her, her warmth, her silhouette pressed into his, every detail of her body he knew so well. No ghost.
His hand on her back started wandering again, lightly tracing every line, every curve of her torso, the sensitive backside of her arm, the small hollow right over her butt, until it came to rest there, just that little much on the teasing side with his fingers half sprawled over her round cheek.
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Very reluctantly, Clint took his hands off her to get the piece of clothing out of the way and fell back onto the mattress, relieved. Smiling up at Natasha, he reached out for her face, thumb brushing over her cheek and down to her neck. Much better though he probably would lose these pants also somewhere in the course of the night. Just to wake up with the feel of her body nude against his, the reminders of the evening before playing among them and just the security, that it was her, her warmth, her silhouette pressed into his, every detail of her body he knew so well. No ghost.
His hand on her back started wandering again, lightly tracing every line, every curve of her torso, the sensitive backside of her arm, the small hollow right over her butt, until it came to rest there, just that little much on the teasing side with his fingers half sprawled over her round cheek.