Being this close to her, being surrounded by her in every way, Clint couldn’t recall why he had been so resistant. How could he have thought that this would have been a bad idea in any way? How could it further confuse things, or be too fast or be the wrong choice when it felt so right? This was where he belonged; with her was where he belonged, and there was no doubt she felt the same. He could see it in her eyes, could feel it in her touch. This wasn’t just need or desire; it wasn’t just reassurance that he was okay and he was back. There was so much more to it, it was so much deeper, stronger.
He picked up the pace a little, a few pleasured noises escaping his lips. Somewhere along the line Natasha had become the most important part of his life, the one thing he never wanted to be without, and he was tired of pretending otherwise.
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Date: 2014-09-24 08:03 pm (UTC)He picked up the pace a little, a few pleasured noises escaping his lips. Somewhere along the line Natasha had become the most important part of his life, the one thing he never wanted to be without, and he was tired of pretending otherwise.