Straightening up again, Clint turned his attention back to Natasha and was instantly distracted by the drop of soda running down her neck, then by the trail of her finger as she traced it back up. He wanted nothing more than to follow its path with his tongue.
“If that task is too hard then you really have lost your touch,” he said, focusing on that pouty bottom lip and how much he really wanted to suck on it. Despite their words she was clearly already winning.
“Five minutes isn’t long, though. Would hate to get distracted and burn them,” he continued, though he was already gravitating closer to her as if she was pulling him in like a magnet.
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Date: 2014-05-11 03:05 pm (UTC)“If that task is too hard then you really have lost your touch,” he said, focusing on that pouty bottom lip and how much he really wanted to suck on it. Despite their words she was clearly already winning.
“Five minutes isn’t long, though. Would hate to get distracted and burn them,” he continued, though he was already gravitating closer to her as if she was pulling him in like a magnet.