( She talks and Clint just, breaths, swallows and listens. It's hard because he didn't - he didn't want to hear her apologising for something that couldn't be changed. Much like most things they both apologised for. It felt trivial now, he felt childish and stupid that doing something simple like being acutely aware and shutting off his vision made him feel so lost.
Still - he pressed fingers into her hip, let her kiss him, let her keep him here and stop him freaking out.
And then it gets too much - he's the one that deepens the kiss, he's the one that kisses her like there's something he wants from her core. He presses his hips closer and eventually he opens his eyes just to blink away the water on his lashes and keeps them open. )
Stop apologising to me. It's okay. It's fine.
( He cards fingers through her wet hair, kisses her softly and rests his forehead against hers. She's forgiven, more than forgiven. )
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Still - he pressed fingers into her hip, let her kiss him, let her keep him here and stop him freaking out.
And then it gets too much - he's the one that deepens the kiss, he's the one that kisses her like there's something he wants from her core. He presses his hips closer and eventually he opens his eyes just to blink away the water on his lashes and keeps them open. )
Stop apologising to me. It's okay. It's fine.
( He cards fingers through her wet hair, kisses her softly and rests his forehead against hers. She's forgiven, more than forgiven. )