"Yeah? You mean, I get to see you in a french maiden dress soon?"
The way, Natasha bit her lower lip and looked up at Clint from under her lashes, didn't really match her continued teasing. He just couldn't keep his hands to himself, and right now she definitely didn't mind.
After her hands didn't feel like icicles anymore, she untangled them from the blanket and wrapped her arm around his waist again, her head nuzzled comfortably against the juncture of his thigh as if she had every right to be there and tease his skin with her breath and small kisses from time to time. Well, she had to keep him warm somehow since she was occupying the blanket, right?
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Date: 2014-07-02 06:58 am (UTC)The way, Natasha bit her lower lip and looked up at Clint from under her lashes, didn't really match her continued teasing. He just couldn't keep his hands to himself, and right now she definitely didn't mind.
After her hands didn't feel like icicles anymore, she untangled them from the blanket and wrapped her arm around his waist again, her head nuzzled comfortably against the juncture of his thigh as if she had every right to be there and tease his skin with her breath and small kisses from time to time. Well, she had to keep him warm somehow since she was occupying the blanket, right?