"Our definitions of fine definitely differ, hotshot."
Natasha pressed out a strained chuckle and leaned her face against his hand with a quiet sigh. Not fine, but alive, recovering and here, with her, that was the most she could expect right now. About the rest... she would have to think. Maybe it would be easier this time, actually help, knowing the most important person in her life was still by her side. How heavy that fear had been weighing on mind that he wouldn't, she only realized now.
She left a small, tender kiss on one of his knuckles, allowed herself to drown in the memory of how good this big, strong hands could always make her feel, safe, warm, sheltered. Or, at times, higher than a fucking satellite.
Her lips lingered on his skin, her eyes closed as a warm shudder of memory went through her body, urging her to curl closer against him, enjoy the feeling of his bare skin under her softly caressing hands. The blanket helped but he still felt colder than it was necessary.
"We should probably get some sleep. There room in your bed for me maybe?"
It was more politeness than anything else, but at least one time she had to ask. Regardless of what might or not happen between them once they weren't too roughed up from their respective battles anymore... They had always enjoyed to sleep in the same bed, but sometimes everyone needed a little space alone. After all that had happened, she wouldn't have been surprised if Clint wanted a few nights on his own first.
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Date: 2014-05-02 09:20 pm (UTC)Natasha pressed out a strained chuckle and leaned her face against his hand with a quiet sigh. Not fine, but alive, recovering and here, with her, that was the most she could expect right now. About the rest... she would have to think. Maybe it would be easier this time, actually help, knowing the most important person in her life was still by her side. How heavy that fear had been weighing on mind that he wouldn't, she only realized now.
She left a small, tender kiss on one of his knuckles, allowed herself to drown in the memory of how good this big, strong hands could always make her feel, safe, warm, sheltered. Or, at times, higher than a fucking satellite.
Her lips lingered on his skin, her eyes closed as a warm shudder of memory went through her body, urging her to curl closer against him, enjoy the feeling of his bare skin under her softly caressing hands. The blanket helped but he still felt colder than it was necessary.
"We should probably get some sleep. There room in your bed for me maybe?"
It was more politeness than anything else, but at least one time she had to ask. Regardless of what might or not happen between them once they weren't too roughed up from their respective battles anymore... They had always enjoyed to sleep in the same bed, but sometimes everyone needed a little space alone. After all that had happened, she wouldn't have been surprised if Clint wanted a few nights on his own first.