( There won't be a day when the kisses don't feel desperate, when they don't cling to each other like they need something. There won't be a day because neither of them will commit to something more than this; they can't commit, not when they have jobs to do and missions to run. Not when death is waiting in the shadows for the moment either of them slips a fraction.
It's a dream, one of those things that Clint knows will never happen but he likes to think on it from time to time. The dream of a normal life - it's for people better than them.
He follows her with his eyes, swallows back the lump in his throat as she curls her hand around his cock and when she's on his knees he can do nothing more than choke back a groan. His fingers find her scalp, wraps her hair around them and rests his head back against the tiles.
He can do this; he can close his eyes this time and try to hold on to himself. )
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It's a dream, one of those things that Clint knows will never happen but he likes to think on it from time to time. The dream of a normal life - it's for people better than them.
He follows her with his eyes, swallows back the lump in his throat as she curls her hand around his cock and when she's on his knees he can do nothing more than choke back a groan. His fingers find her scalp, wraps her hair around them and rests his head back against the tiles.
He can do this; he can close his eyes this time and try to hold on to himself. )
Fuck, you're gonna kill me one of these days.