“Right, right,” he said, before pressing his lips firmly closed. His eyes drifted shut when she started nibbling at his neck, her hot breath in direct contrast to the cold steel of the scissors. He flinched on instinct when she bit him, but there was no pain in it; in fact it was the exact opposite.
The next few minutes passed in relative silence, the metallic singing of the scissors the only sound as Natasha efficiently got the length of his facial hair down to something more manageable, but she wasn’t finished yet. He watched her set up the shaving kit, and felt his pulse quicken all over again when she didn’t just sit on his leg again but rubbed herself against him with a gentle sigh against his skin. Her hand in his hair, her voice low in his ear... she was definitely not done playing with him yet.
She had done this for him before, but at the time it had been necessity, and despite the obvious attraction they shared they had always been able to turn that off when needed. They bathed each other, changed each others clothes, cared for one another when needed. This was different; he was injured but not enough that he needed care, and that made all the difference. He could easily do this task himself, and that’s what made it a game. She worked slowly, her body warm and close, her movements careful and precise, and it was all Clint could do to keep his breathing even. Keeping one hand on the side of the tub to help his balance, his other found her leg, slid along her thigh up to her hip. He rotated his thumb over the bone, applying just a slight pressure, and the whole while his eyes never left her face. The expression she wore, the concentration, was breathtaking.
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Date: 2014-05-25 06:43 pm (UTC)The next few minutes passed in relative silence, the metallic singing of the scissors the only sound as Natasha efficiently got the length of his facial hair down to something more manageable, but she wasn’t finished yet. He watched her set up the shaving kit, and felt his pulse quicken all over again when she didn’t just sit on his leg again but rubbed herself against him with a gentle sigh against his skin. Her hand in his hair, her voice low in his ear... she was definitely not done playing with him yet.
She had done this for him before, but at the time it had been necessity, and despite the obvious attraction they shared they had always been able to turn that off when needed. They bathed each other, changed each others clothes, cared for one another when needed. This was different; he was injured but not enough that he needed care, and that made all the difference. He could easily do this task himself, and that’s what made it a game. She worked slowly, her body warm and close, her movements careful and precise, and it was all Clint could do to keep his breathing even. Keeping one hand on the side of the tub to help his balance, his other found her leg, slid along her thigh up to her hip. He rotated his thumb over the bone, applying just a slight pressure, and the whole while his eyes never left her face. The expression she wore, the concentration, was breathtaking.