Natasha watched him leave, eyes unashamed fixed on his ass, and made sure to focus more on that remaining purr than the smile in her voice, letting him know, she wasn't averse to some more playing at all. But she didn't follow him, or they wouldn't get very far with the bath. Clint looked heated up enough already...
And admittedly, when she quickly peeled out of her own clothes after closing the door, to take care with another razor blade of certain areas, she found her own skin flushed and sensitive. Begging for the touch she remembered so well.
She forced herself to redress before temptation to touch herself could grow too big, to take care of some of that urging heat between her legs. No need to do it herself when next door the man she longed for so much waited. She didn't bother to put on underwear though and knew, Clint would see it even through the baggy sweatshirt.
With some simple soap added to the water, smelling faintly of salt, and a soft washcloth in her hand, she returned to the living room and put the washing pan down on the sofa table before retaking her place on Clint's thigh. With one layer of fabric less between them, the touch of the solid muscular surface against her already sensitive center had her draw in her breath softly, eyes fluttering close for a moment. Somehow she put herself together and reached for that cloth, wringing it out before gently placing it against his neck.
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Date: 2014-05-30 10:18 am (UTC)Natasha watched him leave, eyes unashamed fixed on his ass, and made sure to focus more on that remaining purr than the smile in her voice, letting him know, she wasn't averse to some more playing at all. But she didn't follow him, or they wouldn't get very far with the bath. Clint looked heated up enough already...
And admittedly, when she quickly peeled out of her own clothes after closing the door, to take care with another razor blade of certain areas, she found her own skin flushed and sensitive. Begging for the touch she remembered so well.
She forced herself to redress before temptation to touch herself could grow too big, to take care of some of that urging heat between her legs. No need to do it herself when next door the man she longed for so much waited. She didn't bother to put on underwear though and knew, Clint would see it even through the baggy sweatshirt.
With some simple soap added to the water, smelling faintly of salt, and a soft washcloth in her hand, she returned to the living room and put the washing pan down on the sofa table before retaking her place on Clint's thigh. With one layer of fabric less between them, the touch of the solid muscular surface against her already sensitive center had her draw in her breath softly, eyes fluttering close for a moment. Somehow she put herself together and reached for that cloth, wringing it out before gently placing it against his neck.
"Relax, hotshot."