Clint had seen her play classy. He’d been the one to zip up her dress, watch her paint her lips, and watch through the windows while she romanced people and sipped expensive wines and champagnes and seduced every single person in the room. She was spectacular, though he preferred to see her like this. Not afraid to get pizza grease or tomato sauce all around her mouth, swigging from the bottle. Here she was his Natasha, not some false alias.
“Well, I’m glad you’re having such a great time.” He grinned, devouring the slice of pizza in a heartbeat while his foot nudged hers softly. “I meant, the day is still young, there’s still a lot of time left..” He shrugged. No he had no other serious plans except to press into her and try to steal some of the air out of her lungs.
“What else would you like to do today? This is your ‘welcome home’ party afterall..”
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Date: 2013-02-10 11:38 pm (UTC)From:“Well, I’m glad you’re having such a great time.” He grinned, devouring the slice of pizza in a heartbeat while his foot nudged hers softly. “I meant, the day is still young, there’s still a lot of time left..” He shrugged. No he had no other serious plans except to press into her and try to steal some of the air out of her lungs.
“What else would you like to do today? This is your ‘welcome home’ party afterall..”