She was only fucking around with him, of course, but the teasing was just too much fun to give it up. Her lips came down to his neck, leaving a trail of little bites as if to mark her territory, while the rather blunt blades of the scissors caressed through the mess of hair around his throat.
She could swear, she could feel his pulse quickening under her lips and chuckled a little before biting down gently on just that spot. Right there, where she could feel the life, the warmth running through him, everything she had been afraid she might have lost when all else had gone to hell. He was still here, with her, and after all these weeks of fear, that knowledge left a light-hearted relieved euphoria, even overshadowing sadness and helplessness for the moment.
Sometimes being a child really didn't hurt.
It also didn't hurt that she could feel his body so close and hot against hers in this position, and if she pressed her crotch a little more than necessary against him... Well, she was just making sure she had a good position, to not suddenly slip when she had a sharp object on his neck...
Admittedly, barber wasn't in her job description, but she had learned everything necessary about styling, restyling and taking care of her looks in every situation at early age. And she had shaved him before when there had been that thing with his elbow years back, so it wasn't rocket science.
She worked quickly, efficiently, after she had stopped fooling around, trimming back the uncontrolled growth on his cheeks and chin in a short, neat layer of dark blond. Then she reached back for the shaving lather and razor blade she had spotted before on the mirror rack and settled back down on Clint's leg. It was purely by accident, really, that she had her legs around him a little tighter and closer than before, sighing against his neck as she rubbed herself against him as if to get comfortable, while she coated his lower chin and throat with a thin layer of white.
"No moving now, hotshot", she murmured against his ear, taking a tight hold of his hair again to underline her words.
Slowly, carefully she brought the blade to his skin then, a look of pure concentration on her face when she slowly scraped it over inch by inch, just stopping in between to wipe the blade on the towel propped between their bodies.
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Date: 2014-05-25 03:23 pm (UTC)She was only fucking around with him, of course, but the teasing was just too much fun to give it up. Her lips came down to his neck, leaving a trail of little bites as if to mark her territory, while the rather blunt blades of the scissors caressed through the mess of hair around his throat.
She could swear, she could feel his pulse quickening under her lips and chuckled a little before biting down gently on just that spot. Right there, where she could feel the life, the warmth running through him, everything she had been afraid she might have lost when all else had gone to hell. He was still here, with her, and after all these weeks of fear, that knowledge left a light-hearted relieved euphoria, even overshadowing sadness and helplessness for the moment.
Sometimes being a child really didn't hurt.
It also didn't hurt that she could feel his body so close and hot against hers in this position, and if she pressed her crotch a little more than necessary against him... Well, she was just making sure she had a good position, to not suddenly slip when she had a sharp object on his neck...
Admittedly, barber wasn't in her job description, but she had learned everything necessary about styling, restyling and taking care of her looks in every situation at early age. And she had shaved him before when there had been that thing with his elbow years back, so it wasn't rocket science.
She worked quickly, efficiently, after she had stopped fooling around, trimming back the uncontrolled growth on his cheeks and chin in a short, neat layer of dark blond. Then she reached back for the shaving lather and razor blade she had spotted before on the mirror rack and settled back down on Clint's leg. It was purely by accident, really, that she had her legs around him a little tighter and closer than before, sighing against his neck as she rubbed herself against him as if to get comfortable, while she coated his lower chin and throat with a thin layer of white.
"No moving now, hotshot", she murmured against his ear, taking a tight hold of his hair again to underline her words.
Slowly, carefully she brought the blade to his skin then, a look of pure concentration on her face when she slowly scraped it over inch by inch, just stopping in between to wipe the blade on the towel propped between their bodies.