[His heart swells a little when she shifts closer and leans up against him, overcome with a fond sort of feeling for this woman who holds herself so aloof from everyone — everyone but him, it seems. His hand skims over to stroke up and down her spine, his fingers trailing slowly over each and every vertebrae like he's counting them. He's not. He's just enjoying the feel of her skin beneath his hands.
He just smiles in response, tilting his head — his nose brushes against hers in a slow caress, and if Phil were anyone else, he'd chuckle at Eskimo kisses with the Black Widow — and pressing his lips to the corner of her mouth in a chaste peck of a kiss.]
We'll find a way to survive, I'm sure. [Late-night bodega runs never hurt anybody.]
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He just smiles in response, tilting his head — his nose brushes against hers in a slow caress, and if Phil were anyone else, he'd chuckle at Eskimo kisses with the Black Widow — and pressing his lips to the corner of her mouth in a chaste peck of a kiss.]
We'll find a way to survive, I'm sure. [Late-night bodega runs never hurt anybody.]