That was true, it was still early, probably far too early in the day to be drinking already but Natasha wasn’t one to care about things like that. Besides, she could always claim jetlag or something.
“Oh, I don’t know. I think we’re doing pretty well just playing it by ear,” she said. Finishing her slice of pizza, she wiped her hands on the towel before moving a little closer, her chest pressing against his arm, one arm moving behind his back... where she proceeded to snatch the bottle of vodka back from where he’d put it on the beside table. Pulling away, she grinned at Clint before taking a swig. “Like you said, it’s early yet.”
Not that she didn’t want to just tear his clothes off and have her way with him then and there, but there was still a lot hanging over her heard, a lot of words that needed to be said, and this time she wasn’t going to lie to him or make him wait. Maybe he had decided that he never should have told her how he felt, and maybe he was glad she seemed to have forgotten about it, or was at least pretending it had never happened... or maybe it was on his mind as much as it was hers but he thought she didn’t want to talk about it. She knew Clint, and while she hadn’t seen his face when he’d said it she had heard the sincerity in his voice. She would bet any money on the latter.
Lowering the bottle, Natasha turned her eyes to the pizza as if contemplating her next piece. “Best homecoming ever,” she said, rolling the bottle between her hands. “The send off wasn’t too bad either...”
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Date: 2013-02-11 12:09 am (UTC)From:“Oh, I don’t know. I think we’re doing pretty well just playing it by ear,” she said. Finishing her slice of pizza, she wiped her hands on the towel before moving a little closer, her chest pressing against his arm, one arm moving behind his back... where she proceeded to snatch the bottle of vodka back from where he’d put it on the beside table. Pulling away, she grinned at Clint before taking a swig. “Like you said, it’s early yet.”
Not that she didn’t want to just tear his clothes off and have her way with him then and there, but there was still a lot hanging over her heard, a lot of words that needed to be said, and this time she wasn’t going to lie to him or make him wait. Maybe he had decided that he never should have told her how he felt, and maybe he was glad she seemed to have forgotten about it, or was at least pretending it had never happened... or maybe it was on his mind as much as it was hers but he thought she didn’t want to talk about it. She knew Clint, and while she hadn’t seen his face when he’d said it she had heard the sincerity in his voice. She would bet any money on the latter.
Lowering the bottle, Natasha turned her eyes to the pizza as if contemplating her next piece. “Best homecoming ever,” she said, rolling the bottle between her hands. “The send off wasn’t too bad either...”