[ All Clint can do is sit back and enjoy himself, so he does. He trails his fingers over Natasha's hair, over her shoulders. ]
You're so gorgeous, [ he tells her. ] God, you look so good.
[ She always does, but Clint especially loves it when she's being herself, which only really happens when she's with people she trusts, Clint counted among that small number. ]
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You're so gorgeous, [ he tells her. ] God, you look so good.
[ She always does, but Clint especially loves it when she's being herself, which only really happens when she's with people she trusts, Clint counted among that small number. ]