The expression on his face was a clear victory and Natasha grinned wickedly even though his wouldn’t see it with his attention fixed elsewhere. “Hmm, alright, agreed,” running her fingers up through his hair as he moved lower. “And I missed your hands and your lips and...” her words were cut off by a low moan and her fingers tightened in his hair, holding him against her. “...your tongue...”
She had missed everything about him: his smile, his voice, the way he made her feel. She missed sleeping on top of him like a blanket, his breathing and heartbeat lulling her better than any man made concoction could. She missed his inane commentary during movies, his cooking and how gentle he was when he washed her hair. She missed the comfort of his voice in her ear on missions, knowing he had her back even if she couldn’t see him. She missed watching him shoot, his perfect stance and the way all his muscles grew taut as he drew back the arrow with that fucking sexy archery glove. She missed his stupid jokes, his obvious adoration, and his unshakeable faith in her.
She missed everything that made Clint Barton who he was, but what she said was “I missed every inch of you too,” as she slid her hand down cup the front of his trousers.
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Date: 2013-03-02 04:53 pm (UTC)From:She had missed everything about him: his smile, his voice, the way he made her feel. She missed sleeping on top of him like a blanket, his breathing and heartbeat lulling her better than any man made concoction could. She missed his inane commentary during movies, his cooking and how gentle he was when he washed her hair. She missed the comfort of his voice in her ear on missions, knowing he had her back even if she couldn’t see him. She missed watching him shoot, his perfect stance and the way all his muscles grew taut as he drew back the arrow with that fucking sexy archery glove. She missed his stupid jokes, his obvious adoration, and his unshakeable faith in her.
She missed everything that made Clint Barton who he was, but what she said was “I missed every inch of you too,” as she slid her hand down cup the front of his trousers.