Shaking his head, Clint gives Natasha a little squeeze. "You don't have to be one, babe. I love you the way you are." And he does. Even if she didn't want to ever do that again, he'd be fine being with her for the rest of their lives. The fact that she does though, makes him know that they're perfect for each other. He presses a kiss to her lips, dirty and full of tongue. "God, I fuckin' love you, Tasha."
He grins at her, rolling them so that she's on top and he can see her face properly. "You could get a little arrow, and I can get a spider," he suggests. "Or we could just go full out and get portraits of each other on our backs," he teases. He would, if that's what she wants, but he doubts it is. "Or we could just fuckin' get married."
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Date: 2024-02-19 09:05 pm (UTC)He grins at her, rolling them so that she's on top and he can see her face properly. "You could get a little arrow, and I can get a spider," he suggests. "Or we could just go full out and get portraits of each other on our backs," he teases. He would, if that's what she wants, but he doubts it is. "Or we could just fuckin' get married."