She wanted to believe him, and maybe it was true, but she couldn’t help but feel that more recently he had been hiding just how miserable he had been. She had definitely hurt him their last night together by not being willing to talk about going public with their relationship, and by hiding her assignment from him until it was down to hours before she left. Maybe she couldn’t fix how that had all gone down, but in the end it had led to this moment and from now on she could be better.
“I”m happier with you than I’ve ever been,” she said, wanting to give him something but also because it was true. There wasn’t a time in her life that she had been more sure of herself, more confident of who she was; there wasn’t a time she had ever been happier. With Clint she could be herself because he loved her for who she truly was, not who she was pretending to be or even who she thought she was. She was happy, and she attributed much of that directly to him. What he was thanking her for, though, she wasn’t certain. If anyone should be grateful it was her, and not just because he had let her live all those years ago, but because he had shown her how to live and have given her so much worth living for.
The pizza and vodka were long forgotten, and when he tried to pull her closer Natasha did her best to comply. It was difficult with how they were sitting, their legs got in the way, so she gently pulled them over with a mumbled “come here” until they lay on their sides. She tangled her legs with his, one between his and the other draped over his hip, and pressed closer, tucking her head under his chin. “Best homecoming,” she muttered against his chest.
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Date: 2013-02-13 01:52 am (UTC)From:“I”m happier with you than I’ve ever been,” she said, wanting to give him something but also because it was true. There wasn’t a time in her life that she had been more sure of herself, more confident of who she was; there wasn’t a time she had ever been happier. With Clint she could be herself because he loved her for who she truly was, not who she was pretending to be or even who she thought she was. She was happy, and she attributed much of that directly to him. What he was thanking her for, though, she wasn’t certain. If anyone should be grateful it was her, and not just because he had let her live all those years ago, but because he had shown her how to live and have given her so much worth living for.
The pizza and vodka were long forgotten, and when he tried to pull her closer Natasha did her best to comply. It was difficult with how they were sitting, their legs got in the way, so she gently pulled them over with a mumbled “come here” until they lay on their sides. She tangled her legs with his, one between his and the other draped over his hip, and pressed closer, tucking her head under his chin. “Best homecoming,” she muttered against his chest.