[ Clint wraps one of his big hands around her hip and trails kisses across her stomach, teasing like her like she'd teased him. He doesn't normally - not that he's not a fan of foreplay - but he knows she's already turned on, so usually he'd just go for it. This time though, he wants to work her up as much as he can.
He draws his other hand up the inside of her thigh, tickling her with his fingertips and then urging Natasha to bend her knee. ]
I'll show you the real thing, [ he teases, spreading her legs to accommodate his broad shoulders. ] Already looking so good, Nat.
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He draws his other hand up the inside of her thigh, tickling her with his fingertips and then urging Natasha to bend her knee. ]
I'll show you the real thing, [ he teases, spreading her legs to accommodate his broad shoulders. ] Already looking so good, Nat.