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sixwordstories2012-07-27 12:00 pm
forgothowtomiss) wrote in sixwordstories2012-07-27 12:00 pm
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...I'll give bats points for echolocation.
...not hard enough I guess.
You sure this is the right way?
[Yeah. He knows it's not.]
You sure this is the right way?
[Yeah. He knows it's not.]
[She bite his hand, albeit gently, in retaliation to his remark.]
Nope. But this is.
[And sure enough, Natasha was back on the right path towards her bedroom. Still in brat mode, she stopped once, abruptly, just so Clint would collide into her. Her laugh was low and slightly maniacal.]
Nope. But this is.
[And sure enough, Natasha was back on the right path towards her bedroom. Still in brat mode, she stopped once, abruptly, just so Clint would collide into her. Her laugh was low and slightly maniacal.]
[Muttered, after the sudden stop has him scrambling to check his momentum with virtually no successful results.]
Brat.
You're trying to be a pain in the ass. Aren't you.
[But he's really more amused than anything else, considering there's an arm snaking around her waist as he leans in to mutter in her ear and an actual semi-serious attempt to at least make sure they don't completely topple over.]
Brat.
You're trying to be a pain in the ass. Aren't you.
[But he's really more amused than anything else, considering there's an arm snaking around her waist as he leans in to mutter in her ear and an actual semi-serious attempt to at least make sure they don't completely topple over.]
[It was automatic to press into the hold, stealing body heat from her partner.] Yeah, well, I figure you've had your turn, being a pain in my ass almost our entire time together.
[At her room, she detaches herself long enough to open and close the door, but then she took up his hand and laced their fingers. Had anyone been around to view her behavior for the day, it might have seemed like she was another person entirely. Honestly, she just wanted to let go; have fun and enjoy being with Clint, grateful to have him around. Blind or not, at least he was alive.
Natasha deposited him on the bed and let her fingers dance over the spines of her literature collection.]
Any requests? Genre preference?
[At her room, she detaches herself long enough to open and close the door, but then she took up his hand and laced their fingers. Had anyone been around to view her behavior for the day, it might have seemed like she was another person entirely. Honestly, she just wanted to let go; have fun and enjoy being with Clint, grateful to have him around. Blind or not, at least he was alive.
Natasha deposited him on the bed and let her fingers dance over the spines of her literature collection.]
Any requests? Genre preference?
[He scooted back, making himself comfortable, and shrugged.]
Not really. Whatever you're in the mood for's just fine.
Not really. Whatever you're in the mood for's just fine.
[She went with a collection of Grimm's Fairy Tales for the sake of it, bedtime story reading and all that, and before she curled next to him, Tasha perked a brow.]
Staying here then, or going back to the hallway, agent?
Staying here then, or going back to the hallway, agent?
Well I'm all settled in now, and I wouldn't want to have a repeat of getting here. We're lucky nobody got hurt.
Unless, you know. You'd prefer story hour on the floor like we're in preschool again.
Unless, you know. You'd prefer story hour on the floor like we're in preschool again.
[She was quiet as if giving this much thought.]
Next time. That way we can have juice boxes and blankets. You can braid my hair or something stupid. I'll color on your hand.
[You can hear her smile, right?]
Whatever, are you ready for this, bird boy?
Next time. That way we can have juice boxes and blankets. You can braid my hair or something stupid. I'll color on your hand.
[You can hear her smile, right?]
Whatever, are you ready for this, bird boy?
[Yeah, he's really not that bothered by it.]
Ready when you are, webs. Practically shaking, I'm so ready.
[See? He can do the silly nicknames too.]
Ready when you are, webs. Practically shaking, I'm so ready.
[See? He can do the silly nicknames too.]
Dork.
[She flipped the book open to a random page and began to read The Bear and the Skrattel. She did voices, even, alternating pitches for the male and female roles. Any illustrations, like the bear and imp, strewn throughout the pages, Natasha described in the utmost detail for her partner. She even went so far as to sing the song included in the tale.
When the redhead reached the end, she turned her head to see if he was still awake.]
[She flipped the book open to a random page and began to read The Bear and the Skrattel. She did voices, even, alternating pitches for the male and female roles. Any illustrations, like the bear and imp, strewn throughout the pages, Natasha described in the utmost detail for her partner. She even went so far as to sing the song included in the tale.
When the redhead reached the end, she turned her head to see if he was still awake.]
[His eyes were closed by the time she finished, the better to focus, to visualize, and he was so calm and quiet for the duration that it was probably easily mistaken for sleep. But he stirred after she stopped, smiling slowly and leaning into her with a quiet chuckle.]
Well that taught him, huh?
Well that taught him, huh?
Mm. Close your eyes again.
Fine, but I'm not opening my mouth unless I know what's going in.
[Teasing. So much teasing. But does as she asks.]
[Teasing. So much teasing. But does as she asks.]
[She shook her head and muttered 'shut up' through her grin. And then she leaned forward to kiss his eyelids, something she had only started doing when his sight had been taken away.
And softly, so very softly, she gave him just a bit more. The fact that it was in Russian helped, like a compromise, because it was just too hard to actually say the three words behind it. It might have a different meaning to her, certainly, but it was something. Right?]
Я тебя люблю.
And softly, so very softly, she gave him just a bit more. The fact that it was in Russian helped, like a compromise, because it was just too hard to actually say the three words behind it. It might have a different meaning to her, certainly, but it was something. Right?]
Я тебя люблю.
[Something was better than nothing, better than most other things she could have said, and he wasn't expecting it. Normally filled with words, or at least a quick riposte, for the moment he seemed caught off-guard, momentarily speechless. He reached out, sliding a hand along her arm, up to her shoulder, her neck, then guided through instinct and intuition, claiming her lips and saying through action what he couldn't quite put words to right away.
He pulled back, just slightly, and whatever they meant they were dangerous, but the words escaped into the space between them anyway.]
Я тожа.
He pulled back, just slightly, and whatever they meant they were dangerous, but the words escaped into the space between them anyway.]
Я тожа.
[A first, surely. An event worth marking the calendar for in the very least. Because rarely did Hawkeye shut up.
His touch coupled with the affirmation she'd suspected long ago sent the good sort of butterflies raging through the cage of her ribs and tummy, and it surprised her. To realize she hadn't said it for his sake but had actually meant it.
She eliminated the space and fell onto his mouth, kissing with a ravenous, crazed passion. Her nails went to work on his neck, down his arms and she couldn't remember moving onto him, but at some point, she must have, because he was just there. Clint was always there.
Panting, Tasha broke for air and only to give the command.]
Покажите мне больше.
His touch coupled with the affirmation she'd suspected long ago sent the good sort of butterflies raging through the cage of her ribs and tummy, and it surprised her. To realize she hadn't said it for his sake but had actually meant it.
She eliminated the space and fell onto his mouth, kissing with a ravenous, crazed passion. Her nails went to work on his neck, down his arms and she couldn't remember moving onto him, but at some point, she must have, because he was just there. Clint was always there.
Panting, Tasha broke for air and only to give the command.]
Покажите мне больше.
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