[ She closes her eyes. Her jaw aches because it's been a long time since she did this, sank down on her knees and sucked cock. It's not the principle of the thing -- it just doesn't happen often, and for a moment the ache between her legs grows hotter, stronger, just at the noises he makes. Clint's fingers trace her jaw and the stretch of her lips and Natasha closes her eyes, has to, because sometimes she's still not used to the kindness he shows her. Like he believes, after everything, that she's still human.
Slowly, she rocks her weight back. The sound her mouth makes is obscene, only amplified by the glass stall of the shower. She presses a kiss to his hip before straightening, arms at her sides, and-- just looks at him.
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Slowly, she rocks her weight back. The sound her mouth makes is obscene, only amplified by the glass stall of the shower. She presses a kiss to his hip before straightening, arms at her sides, and-- just looks at him.
Softly, quietly: ]
What do you want?