Suddenly Clint was a lot closer than before, touching her the way she had wanted - needed - it for so long now... And Natasha allowed her brain to be overwritten by exactly that yearning, without a second thought. They had always overthought everything, for years, for a whole lot of reasons and none of them mattered anymore. Most of them didn't exist anymore in a very real sense of the word. About the rest she couldn't care less.
Before she knew, her lips were seeking his, a sound more of a desperate whimper than a sigh on then. Her good hand tightened its grip around her leg as if to hold him close, but there was nothing passionate or wild about that kiss. Only her seeking the touch of his soft, full lips against hers, and the soft trembling of her lower lip when she really realized what she was doing and nervously waited for him to pull back.
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Date: 2014-04-24 06:16 am (UTC)Before she knew, her lips were seeking his, a sound more of a desperate whimper than a sigh on then. Her good hand tightened its grip around her leg as if to hold him close, but there was nothing passionate or wild about that kiss. Only her seeking the touch of his soft, full lips against hers, and the soft trembling of her lower lip when she really realized what she was doing and nervously waited for him to pull back.