( That's always been the crux of every matter; she doesn't think she deserves people showing her emotion, because she believes she's devoid of that, that she's not human. But Clint knows, from the minute he saw something in her eyes that made him believe she wanted to live, the minute he brought her in.
She hadn't been human - feral - but now she was regaining humanity bit by bit each day.
He exhales, long and hard as she straightens, lets himself catch a breath without grunt and groans flooding past his lips and reaches for her, fingers slipping up along the wet skin of her sides, slick and easy as he pushes off the wall to steal a kiss from her lips. )
You. I want you.
( It's easy, simple, said as if she should know, (and maybe she does) and he leans back in to kiss her again, long, slow, soft. Soft; something neither of them are. )
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She hadn't been human - feral - but now she was regaining humanity bit by bit each day.
He exhales, long and hard as she straightens, lets himself catch a breath without grunt and groans flooding past his lips and reaches for her, fingers slipping up along the wet skin of her sides, slick and easy as he pushes off the wall to steal a kiss from her lips. )
You. I want you.
( It's easy, simple, said as if she should know, (and maybe she does) and he leans back in to kiss her again, long, slow, soft. Soft; something neither of them are. )