That first morning after Clint had wondered if they had made a mistake. Would things be awkward now? Was it just a one night stand they would never speak of again? Would she treat him differently? The worries had turned out to be unfounded, and it had become more of a natural progression in their relationship, just the next logical step.
The problem eventually became that they hadn’t known how to get to the next one. They would have to talk, sooner or later, but definitely not now.
Lifting her shirt up over her head, his eyes traveled over the exposed skin, drinking her in, before settling on the wound in her shoulder that almost matched his, albeit a much better cared for version. Ducking his head he placed the softest of kisses over it as his hands wrapped around her waist, slowly sliding upward to trace the edges of her bra. Her hands had made their way to his pants, and he gave the slightest nod, his fingers tracing up her spine to find the clasp of her bra and open it in one smooth movement.
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Date: 2014-09-06 10:56 pm (UTC)The problem eventually became that they hadn’t known how to get to the next one. They would have to talk, sooner or later, but definitely not now.
Lifting her shirt up over her head, his eyes traveled over the exposed skin, drinking her in, before settling on the wound in her shoulder that almost matched his, albeit a much better cared for version. Ducking his head he placed the softest of kisses over it as his hands wrapped around her waist, slowly sliding upward to trace the edges of her bra. Her hands had made their way to his pants, and he gave the slightest nod, his fingers tracing up her spine to find the clasp of her bra and open it in one smooth movement.