Natasha rolled her eyes at him a little at his remark, but she did it with a smile, and next time she turned her head to put her mouth on his leg, she gave his thigh a playful nip.
He looked surprised and why wouldn't he be? It wasn't like her to talk about her feelings, not in such a close and intimate way.
Well, they were close and intimate, they had been for years whenever opportunity had knocked. Maybe she was tired of hiding from someone she shared such a deep bond with. Believing in something for 10 years and ten learn it had all been a lie, had reminded her once more how little securities there were in this world, how dangerous it was to rely on anything. Or anyone.
She should have been all the more aware, especially of people close to her now maybe, expecting they would betray her too... But Clint had had that chance often enough, and not one day since she knew him he had given her reason to doubt him.
"There's no one I trust like you."
She ran her fingertips softly up and down his side and drew tender circles on his chest, tracing every line and every scar with her nails. All him, all hers, all these years of fighting, suffering and winning together. Some things were certain.
"I didn't know how much that is really worth until lately."
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Date: 2014-06-25 06:26 am (UTC)He looked surprised and why wouldn't he be? It wasn't like her to talk about her feelings, not in such a close and intimate way.
Well, they were close and intimate, they had been for years whenever opportunity had knocked. Maybe she was tired of hiding from someone she shared such a deep bond with. Believing in something for 10 years and ten learn it had all been a lie, had reminded her once more how little securities there were in this world, how dangerous it was to rely on anything. Or anyone.
She should have been all the more aware, especially of people close to her now maybe, expecting they would betray her too... But Clint had had that chance often enough, and not one day since she knew him he had given her reason to doubt him.
"There's no one I trust like you."
She ran her fingertips softly up and down his side and drew tender circles on his chest, tracing every line and every scar with her nails. All him, all hers, all these years of fighting, suffering and winning together. Some things were certain.
"I didn't know how much that is really worth until lately."