It took Nat a lot longer to get ready, not because she was stewing over her appearance, but because she was trying to decide if she wanted to go back to using Clint to scratching that itch again. It'd been a while since they'd done this sort of thing. She couldn't say she didn't miss it, because she did. It was only that their friendship had grown further and so had her affection for him.
Itches were there to be scratched and she didn't really want any added stressors to her life, not that Clint had ever been stress. He was always the opposite. He was the one she went to when life was overwhelming her. He was ... something akin to what home might be for her. She could get away and find safety in a bottle of wine, good conversation and laughter. That's why this was difficult, mixing it all up sometimes could get a little confusing for that good ole' female brain, even Nat's.
Still, she was there when Clint knocked at the door, smile wide on her face. Her red hair swung about her shoulders loose and free. She hadn't bothered to dress up, wearing light cotton pants and a long sleeved half top that matched. It suited her figure and was comfy to boot.
"Hey handsome. Get on in here, and let's crack open those bootlegged bottles. I'm so glad you swiped them from Tony. He totally owes it to us." She offered Clint a hug and a kiss on the cheek as he walked by. He knew where things where and so she didn't bother to show him, merely followed him back to her kitchen and leaned against the counter, letting him serve her tonight.
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Date: 2023-07-09 02:16 pm (UTC)It took Nat a lot longer to get ready, not because she was stewing over her appearance, but because she was trying to decide if she wanted to go back to using Clint to scratching that itch again. It'd been a while since they'd done this sort of thing. She couldn't say she didn't miss it, because she did. It was only that their friendship had grown further and so had her affection for him.
Itches were there to be scratched and she didn't really want any added stressors to her life, not that Clint had ever been stress. He was always the opposite. He was the one she went to when life was overwhelming her. He was ... something akin to what home might be for her. She could get away and find safety in a bottle of wine, good conversation and laughter. That's why this was difficult, mixing it all up sometimes could get a little confusing for that good ole' female brain, even Nat's.
Still, she was there when Clint knocked at the door, smile wide on her face. Her red hair swung about her shoulders loose and free. She hadn't bothered to dress up, wearing light cotton pants and a long sleeved half top that matched. It suited her figure and was comfy to boot.
"Hey handsome. Get on in here, and let's crack open those bootlegged bottles. I'm so glad you swiped them from Tony. He totally owes it to us." She offered Clint a hug and a kiss on the cheek as he walked by. He knew where things where and so she didn't bother to show him, merely followed him back to her kitchen and leaned against the counter, letting him serve her tonight.