Clint decides very quickly that yes, he wants to relearn every inch of her body. It's been too long and he's desperate to wrap himself up in her. Screw her until they both can't breath and then roll her over to go through the motions all over again.
He'd latched onto that word as if she wouldn't believe him. He knew she did, she'd had too long to dwell on it and Clint knows Natasha did dwell on it.
The kiss is everything he wanted. She doesn't need to say it over and over like a mantra, the fact she'd said it once was enough to mend all the hurt in his heart that one word had caused so long ago.
He rolls them over, lips meeting her neck, nuzzling himself into her skin and taking in her familiar smell. He's missed it. Things hadn't been the same without her wandering around like the ghost she is, noticable only by the smell of her shampoo or her soaps.
He reaches to pull his shirt off, defined muscles a littlemore prominant than before she left from the weights he'd forced himself to push, from the running and the climbing and the strain of forcing her out of his mind. "Plans are good, we like plans. I like your plans, you like some of mine. Win win." His words are hurried as if this is the last night they'd spend together again.
Really he's just pushing away that tiny fear that in the morning when she'd spent a full night in her own bed she would push him away and tell him she'd made a mistake.
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Date: 2013-02-20 12:50 am (UTC)From:He'd latched onto that word as if she wouldn't believe him. He knew she did, she'd had too long to dwell on it and Clint knows Natasha did dwell on it.
The kiss is everything he wanted. She doesn't need to say it over and over like a mantra, the fact she'd said it once was enough to mend all the hurt in his heart that one word had caused so long ago.
He rolls them over, lips meeting her neck, nuzzling himself into her skin and taking in her familiar smell. He's missed it. Things hadn't been the same without her wandering around like the ghost she is, noticable only by the smell of her shampoo or her soaps.
He reaches to pull his shirt off, defined muscles a littlemore prominant than before she left from the weights he'd forced himself to push, from the running and the climbing and the strain of forcing her out of his mind. "Plans are good, we like plans. I like your plans, you like some of mine. Win win." His words are hurried as if this is the last night they'd spend together again.
Really he's just pushing away that tiny fear that in the morning when she'd spent a full night in her own bed she would push him away and tell him she'd made a mistake.