She watched his movements, always so precise and measured, especially when it came to his archery equipment. Years ago she used to joke that the reason he was single was because he could never love a woman as much as he did his bow and arrows, and no woman ever wanted to play second fiddle to anything. Back then she never would have guessed that she would be that woman, no matter how true the rest of it might be.
She did know it, she knew he had missed her, but then he had to keep talking and, damn it, she should have waited by the door for all the trainees to leave so she could have locked it behind them.
During her time away everything had changed for her, but now that she was back it was as if nothing had; she was falling right back into all the same old patterns and tricks that had almost destroyed everything before ending in a love confession, all in the span of twenty four hours. The time apart had forced her to realise many things, and she had to remember that, had to stick with it, because Clint deserved so much better than she had been giving him before.
They had to talk; if they wanted to work this out they needed to talk somewhere they could be alone and undisturbed, but for now...
Throwing caution to the wind Natasha grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him to her before sliding her arms around his back and burying her face in his chest.
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Date: 2013-02-10 01:19 am (UTC)From:She did know it, she knew he had missed her, but then he had to keep talking and, damn it, she should have waited by the door for all the trainees to leave so she could have locked it behind them.
During her time away everything had changed for her, but now that she was back it was as if nothing had; she was falling right back into all the same old patterns and tricks that had almost destroyed everything before ending in a love confession, all in the span of twenty four hours. The time apart had forced her to realise many things, and she had to remember that, had to stick with it, because Clint deserved so much better than she had been giving him before.
They had to talk; if they wanted to work this out they needed to talk somewhere they could be alone and undisturbed, but for now...
Throwing caution to the wind Natasha grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him to her before sliding her arms around his back and burying her face in his chest.