intimacy meme

[bababooey]

Intimacy is the glue of any relationship, albeit romantic or friendship. It's getting to the root of humanity, and expanding upon ourselves and letting others in.

Rules:
1. Post with your character.
2. Go to rng.
3. Post to others.
4. Profit

Scenes:
1. First Kiss. Maybe you've been harboring feelings or maybe this is random. But it feels good to be that close to someone.
2. Love Confession. You have been head over heels for this person and now it's time to try and get close to them.
3. Secrets. You've been hiding yourself from someone and now it's time to stop. They need to know the real you.
4. First Time. First time you have sex is always nerve racking, but it's in these moments that you show how much you truly care about someone.
5. Shower. Perhaps you've been together for awhile. Maybe you've told each other everything. Maybe you're just dirty and need to get cleaned up. But letting the water flow between two people is still pretty intimate.
6. Friends First. You've been friends for a long time but now it's time to take it to the next level.
7. Road Trip. Tacky motels, driving in a car or RV, living off beef jerky and soda, switching off between driving and navigating, oh the joys of a road trip but you wouldn't have it any other way.
8. A Friend in Need. You're close than close, best friends, former lovers, something else or in between but now they need you. Or you need them. And one of you is on the next plane/train/automobile to see the other.
9. Lazy Sunday. Whether you're lovers or friends or just roommates, Sundays are those lazy days to do a whole lot of nothing, watch movies, read the paper, breakfast in bed, or just some sex. Relax, enjoy the day, enjoy each other.
10. Free verse. Did I leave something out? Want to combine? Make up your own or pick from the others.

Comments

[broken_arrow]

Clint watched as she just accepted everything he said with a simple nod and suddenly he didn’t feel so anxious about saying it. She didn’t press for more information, didn’t try to offer comfort or sympathy, she just accepted it. He felt the tension in his shoulders relax slightly, though visibly he remained just as casual as ever.

Even better than the fact that she didn’t ask him to elaborate, she instead offered up a bit of herself, which was exactly why he was here. For this partnership to work out there had to be equal give and take, and though she still seemed fairly closed lipped, she seemed willing to meet him halfway. Maybe he had just had to get her alone, in her own space; or perhaps it was the events of the day that made her willing to cooperate. The reason didn’t matter, only the result.

“Another good reason to stay. We look out for our own, Natasha,” he said, giving her a level look. “And I can pretty much guarantee that whoever did this to you,” he didn’t have to elaborate on what ‘this’ was, “is already on our lists. The question is, if you end up on that mission, if you draw their names, will you be able to do what needs to be done without putting anyone, including yourself, in danger?”

[red_andblack]

Had he asked the question the day before, Natasha wouldn't have hesitated in in saying she would be able to do it. Without a doubt. But then after seeing Yuliya, and nearly costing SHIELD on of their best agents, she wasn't a hundred percent sure. How was she to know that kind of plan they had in case one of their agents double crossed them? If they could get close enough to her, would there be a method to force out the deadly Black Widow that they created? Would they turn her against the organization, or worse, Clint?

It was something she wouldn't know until it happened, and rather than lie, Natasha stared at him with a look of uncertainty.

"I have no idea what part of my head they still have access to." she told him. "They created me, Clint."

As much as she hated answering it like that, it was nothing but brutal honesty. Her eyes softened, and before he could see the fear in her eyes, she looked away.

[broken_arrow]

He didn’t like that uncertainty in her eyes, but what did he expect? After that close call did he really think she would claim she was fine with everything and could do her job without hesitation? If she had claimed that he would have been more disappointed, he knew, because it would have been an obvious lie. At least she was being honest with him, and that was the biggest part of this whole thing.

“No, they made you who you are - who you were - but they didn’t create you,” he replied firmly. “You’re doing well, Natasha. Everything they did to you you’re fighting it off, fighting back. They don’t own you.”

He couldn’t guarantee her that there wasn’t still some switch in her head that could be flipped at any moment, but it was a risk he was willing to take, a risk he had taken by sparing her life and bringing her here. He just had to believe that the more she had here, the more good she did and the further from them she got then the more confident she would get, and the easier she would find it to believe that she wasn’t one of them any more, she was part of SHIELD now.

“Here,” he said after a moment, and held his hand out to her again. “Give me your hand.”

[red_andblack]

There was little difference between the two as far as she was concerned. Everything that he saw was a direct result of their doing. Perhaps they forgot something, or maybe it was something so small that even she was unaware of it that he saw that day he found her, but one thing she knew was that there was no point in arguing, or thinking about it now. Clint Barton managed to pull back the walls long enough to see a flicker of someone capable of so much more than she was, and then helped her see it.

He was right though. She was doing well. Natasha wasn't a machine anymore, no longer expected to just do her job and then move onto the next. It was odd how relaxed she found herself now. An even odder realization that they seemed to care about her, even in knowing who and what she was before. She had killed some of their men, a few of America's dignitaries, and yet, they were willing to give her a chance.

Now she would do whatever it took to never let the old her resurface.

When he held out his hand again, she glanced down at it with much the same look she had the first time. But, instead of hold back, she found herself surprisingly giving him her hand.

"Why?" she questioned, watching him curiously to see what he wanted with it.

[broken_arrow]

He watched the confusion on her face and felt a hint of sadness well within him. such a simple human comfort and she didn’t even seem to understand the purpose of it. After a long moment, after having to tell her what he was reaching for, she finally took his hand. He squeezed it tightly yet gently.

“Sometimes we all need something to hold onto, something to remind us what’s real,” he said, holding her gaze just as firmly. “Think of it as a lifeline. If you feel yourself slipping away, just remember this, right here, right now. Okay?”

[red_andblack]

Maybe if the gesture hadn't been so foreign to her. His words were pretty straight forward, but without ever needing something to grab onto, or have something there to ground her when she felt like she was spinning out of control, she honestly wasn't sure what it felt like.

Still, Natasha nodded and without realizing it, her fingers curled around the edges of his hand gently, almost as if she needed that reminder right then.

"Okay." she replied softly, eyes still fixed on his.

[broken_arrow]

Clint wasn’t sure if he was truly getting through to her, or if anything he was saying would even help out in the field, but for right now he felt good about it; for right now he thought that maybe, just maybe, she might turn out just fine.

“Okay,” he repeated with the hint of a smile. Giving her hand a final squeeze he let it go and got to his feet.

“Now get some rest, it’s been a long day,” he said as he moved for the door. “I want you in that training room for 0700 hours tomorrow.”

[red_andblack]

It would take some time, but she did get through, if even a little. What became more clear was the fact he didn't plan on giving up on her. What happened that day was a lesson learned, and from this point onwards, she would work at not letting him down.

A hint of a smile played on her lips then, and when he released her hand and instructed her on where she needed to be in the morning, she nodded.

"I'll be there." she replied, looking up at him. "You better be, too."

[broken_arrow]

Stopping with his hand on the doorknob, Clint chuckled and looked back over his shoulder at her.

Oh, I’ll be there,” he promised with a grin. “You’re not getting rid of me that easy.”

Progress; they had definitely made progress today, he could feel it, and it gave him hope that this all just might work out after all.

“Goodnight, Nat,” he concluded, opening the door and walking out. It was the first time he had ever called her anything other than Natasha, or Agent Romanoff, but it seemed to roll off his tongue naturally.

Yeah, this might just work.