When he leaned into her touch she brushed her thumb over his cheek softly before laying her head back against the pillow again. “If you had a super power, I believe that would be it,” she said. In many aspects of his life Clint was far from lucky, but when it came to avoiding death and pulling himself out of dangerous situations, never a luckier man had she met in her life.
As he admired her beauty, Natasha did the same of him. Clint was far from the ‘tall, dark and handsome’ stereotype, but he was more beautiful than most men she had ever seen. He was not tall nor overly muscular, but his body was toned and shaped for speed and agility, and his arms were beyond compare. His nose was wide but shaped well, and there were lines around his eyes that she liked to think were formed from laughing. His smile was infectious, the kind that could light up even the darkest room or the saddest heart, and his eyes... they were like the sea: ever changing, and making it impossibly to truly discern their colour. But it wasn’t just his physical appearance that made him beautiful, it was the soul she knew was housed within.
Smiling when he kissed her palm, she brushed her thumb against his skin again before her entire body stiffened at his words.
He wanted to come back again tonight.
“Clint...” she said his name unsurely, her smile fading and her brow furrowing. This was an important mission, and he could have blown the whole thing last night had he gotten caught. He hadn’t, though, and she couldn’t begrudge him for coming now that she knew his reasoning, but to tempt fate again... “This is not a risk I can take again.” No matter how badly she wanted to.
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Date: 2014-01-20 01:22 am (UTC)From:As he admired her beauty, Natasha did the same of him. Clint was far from the ‘tall, dark and handsome’ stereotype, but he was more beautiful than most men she had ever seen. He was not tall nor overly muscular, but his body was toned and shaped for speed and agility, and his arms were beyond compare. His nose was wide but shaped well, and there were lines around his eyes that she liked to think were formed from laughing. His smile was infectious, the kind that could light up even the darkest room or the saddest heart, and his eyes... they were like the sea: ever changing, and making it impossibly to truly discern their colour. But it wasn’t just his physical appearance that made him beautiful, it was the soul she knew was housed within.
Smiling when he kissed her palm, she brushed her thumb against his skin again before her entire body stiffened at his words.
He wanted to come back again tonight.
“Clint...” she said his name unsurely, her smile fading and her brow furrowing. This was an important mission, and he could have blown the whole thing last night had he gotten caught. He hadn’t, though, and she couldn’t begrudge him for coming now that she knew his reasoning, but to tempt fate again... “This is not a risk I can take again.” No matter how badly she wanted to.