Clint shivered under the kiss; the scar and the skin immediately surrounding it was still numb after all these years, and the touch left a tingling sensation that he always enjoyed. He remembered the moment he’d gotten that wound, remembered what it had led to. He had tried to keep their relationship platonic, had tried to ignore his growing attraction to her, but when she’d made the first move that night he had given in without hesitation.
He couldn’t say he’d never regretted it, but he certainly didn’t regret it anymore.
Holding his breath while she carefully removed the bandage, he distracted himself by slipping his fingers under the hem of her shirt, fingertips sliding along her skin as he slowly pushed the material upwards.
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Date: 2014-09-06 01:00 am (UTC)He couldn’t say he’d never regretted it, but he certainly didn’t regret it anymore.
Holding his breath while she carefully removed the bandage, he distracted himself by slipping his fingers under the hem of her shirt, fingertips sliding along her skin as he slowly pushed the material upwards.