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Clint Barton is going back to bed. (today_sucks) wrote in snapthread,

Maybe it was too fast. That was Clint's MO anyway -- he never really knew how to tell himself to slow down once he'd decided he was invested. But this was Natasha and they knew each other, had for years and years now and it didn't count as rushing ahead, right? Because they weren't new. They were just -- them.

Plus he'd made her laugh and god, nothing got better than that. It just didn't. There was no stopping now.

And also probably because she slipped the hoodie off and was in his lap wearing nothing but panties and that little golden arrow around her throat. "God," he said, well aware that he sounded a little dazed, and that probably took a lot away from his joke wrapped up in bravado only a second ago.

He pressed his thumb against that little arrow again, even though there were most certainly other places his hands could be just now. "How 'bout I just show you," he said, and it wasn't even really a question so much as an awed statement. He pulled her closer, lips and then teeth grazing against her collar bone.