Dude, don't hate. Tasha had to lay her claim yo.redinmyledgerMarch 2 2012, 09:28:09 UTC
[Natasha moaned as she rolled over, pulling Clint's arm around her a little tighter as if he was a human blanket. She pressed back into him, completely naked apart from a black bow tie and the glinting gold ring around her finger.]
No, you wouldn't. [She huffed out a breath before she brought his hand up to kiss the backs of his knuckles and then slide her fingers between his so they were holding hands. Her gaze still pointedly avoided the rings for now.] And I know. It's not like I would be asking you to do this... Maybe it's why we had to be drunk to go through with it?
[She smiled a little, leaning in to kiss his forehead.] No, there really isn't. You already know I'm a cover hog. You know I prefer you to a pillow. We just don't know if we can do this for an extended period of time. But... [She licked her lips.] ... maybe it's just finally our time?
These two are allergic to fluff aren't they! Oi! LOL loveshisbowMarch 7 2012, 05:33:29 UTC
Still feel kinda like an ass anyway. [He admitted honestly enough and let his fingers slip between Natasha's affectionately until they were joined at the palms. Clint's fingers were long and nicked with scars and callouses but there was something comforting in the strength in his grip too.] I have no idea, Tasha. Things are kinda a big blank for me, honestly.
[Smiling kind of hurt his face but he did it anyway and pulled the covers back over them more securely as though the duvet could protect them from the sudden scary reality facing them.] Not quite the things I was talking about but yes I'm well aware of all those facts just as you're aware I snore and tend to have ice cubes for toes thanks to someone stealing my covers in the middle of the night. [He seemed to consider it for a long moment before nodding ever so carefully.] Do you want it to be, Tasha?
ikr? what the hell silly muses! be happy!!redinmyledgerMarch 7 2012, 05:47:40 UTC
How do you think I feel? I marry the man I love and I don't even remember it. Alternatively, it is an elaborate joke and I'm going to start getting attached to the idea and let myself enjoy it, and then find out it was Stark. In which case you're not allowed to stop me from dangling him out of a window. [His hands had always been a contrast to her own. While she had never been afraid to get her hands dirty, or to use them in her line of work somehow she'd managed to escape without scarring or long term damage. The nails were always kept short and neat and there was a strength in them that could match his when she wanted it to. For now she kept them soft and gentle and drew the comfort he was giving her.] That'll teach us to actually celebrate an anniversary.
[She pressed herself even closer to him as he created the cosy bubble and rubbed her nose against the growth she could feel on his jaw. It left her porcelain skin red and she couldn't fight the smile that built before she had a chance to bite it back as she dropped her voice to a
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I don't knoooow. Obviously we need to kick their butts into fluff gear or something!loveshisbowMarch 7 2012, 16:23:35 UTC
If it turns out to be Stark, I'll help you dangle him out of said window. [He assured her direly and brought her hand up to press his mouth against the back of her fingers tenderly.] I guess so.
[Clint's head was spinning but the hangover had nothing to do with it. He nuzzled his raspy jaw against Natasha when she snuggled closer to his body underneath the cocoon of covers.] Shoulda done it right though.
[He murmured, a small smile threatening to break free as she listed just a few of his more interesting personality flaws.] Definitely should have done it right then, Tash, none of this eloping crap.
We need to find some kind of excuse for super fluff. Like... a snowball fight or something.redinmyledgerMarch 8 2012, 06:06:44 UTC
Deal. He'll wish his big head really was big enough to cushion the fall. [She hummed at the kiss. Clint was always good at this part: the cuddling, the tender kisses. He knew how to be affectionate and to draw it out of her as well.]
Done it right how? Can you imagine us with a big white wedding? Something would have gone wrong. The world would have been ending on that day, or one of us could have been hurt the day before and then all the planning would have been for nothing. [She looked at him, eyes pleading slightly even if they were struggling to stay focused. Where he had bloodshot eyes, she just had ones that wanted to stay closed and be permanently asleep.]
This way there's no interruptions. It's done. We're married and no one can change it, or stop it, or fuck with it.
I agree. Or a pool party or something. *snort*loveshisbowMarch 8 2012, 22:49:31 UTC
I'm fairly certain his ego could take care of that, honestly. [Clint murmured against the back of her hand affectionately.]
[Tired amusement touched the man's face which she could see in the dim light filtering in through the covers.] Not the big white wedding or anything. But being able to remember something about the ceremony and our wedding night mighta been nice.
[The corners of Clint's eyes crinkled up in a smile as he reached down to press the hands containing the gold bands together.] A little weird but it sounds better than Clint Romanoff. Maybe you can have a sexy little hyphen in your name? Natasha Barton-Romanoff?
No one can be sad at a pool party. Plus, y'know... swimwear >.>redinmyledgerMarch 9 2012, 08:17:07 UTC
[She rubbed her foot slowly up and down the back of his leg, her stomach fluttering just a little bit with something other than her hangover. Truth was, she was starting to get attached to the idea of being Clint's wife. If it really was a trick by Tony, not even Pepper would be able to save him.]
We can make a new wedding night. Or at least post-wedding night morning. [She lowered her head to brush her lips against his hand in return, sucking on the skin gently before letting out a soft laugh.] But you're right, it would be nice to remember something.
[She lifted her head to kiss his lips lazily, not even caring if they probably both tasted like the bottom of a champagne bottle. When she broke it off she was smiling again.] Plus I'm not so much of a feminist that I would force you to take my name. A sexy little hyphen, huh? Natasha Barton-Romanoff actually sounds like something I could live with. A mouthful, but a good one.
Especially with Tasha in a bikini. XDDloveshisbowMarch 11 2012, 04:24:20 UTC
[He shifted and pulled her closer as he repeated the motion of sliding his foot along Natasha's calf. Of course, Clint's toes were about the temperature of ice cubes thanks to his feet having been stuck outside the blankets all night long since Natasha had stolen them all.]let you get married if someone was as drunk as we obviously were. [The blond admitted with a wry smile.] It really would have and even if we never woulda been the type for the big poofy white wedding, just seems kinda.... [He didn't even know what he was objecting to. Sure, it would have been nice if they could have remembered exchanging their vows. Or maybe it was just the vague almost sense of being cheated he felt at how they'd gone about doing this.]
[Breathing quietly into the kiss, Clint shelved his concerns for now and concentrated on kissing Natasha.] Or is it supposed to be Romanoff-Barton?
I want to do pool/beach thread with them nao!redinmyledgerMarch 11 2012, 22:30:09 UTC
[She shivered just a little but she was used to his icicle toes and she had always made it a mission to get them warmed back up again. As she listened to him and continued to stay close to him, her tongue ran over her lip briefly as she let her voice come out in a low whisper, almost like even as they stayed under the covers she was still worried this bubble of theirs would be intruded upon, or broken.] Do you want to do it again? Properly... Sober?
[She let the kiss continue, one press of their lips bleeding into another.] Romanoff-Barton. I think. I don't really know how it works. Never had to hyphenate my name before.
[In the dim light underneath the covers, Clint studied her quietly. His eyes were still miserably bloodshot and a sorry sight but at least there was a new found clarity in his gaze.] I dunno. Announcing we're going to get married is pretty much inviting some supervillain to come in and ruin the day.
[His mouth quirked upwards against the kiss and pressed back into it before playfully capturing the spy's lower lip between his teeth lightly.] Hell if I know. Birdie and me kept our respective last names the same since it meant less paperwork and drama for her as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent.
[She moved a hand up his arm, fingers lightly running over his shoulder and up his neck in feather-light touches as she held his gaze.] Exactly. That's why I don't think we could have ever done it that way. I don't know, I just... If you want something to remember this by then we should make it happen.
[Natasha hummed at the feel of his teeth as her fingers rest on his neck and she rubbed her nose against his.] I think the drama and paperwork would be worth it. If I'm going to be your wife, then I'll be your wife. All in or just nothing. Everyone's just going to have to get used to the hyphen. Actually, it's almost worth it just for the look on Fury's face.
[Her touch helped sooth some of the aches and pains still seizing up his body.] Hell, I dunno what I want. Never exactly planned on being in this situation again, yanno?
[He smiled wanly and nuzzled her back as well, making their noses rub together in silly 'Eskimo kisses'] Heh, the look on Fury's face would be pretty spectacular.
[She let her hand slide to the back of his neck, fingers pressing into the muscles as she rubbed it.] Me either, darling. Guess I just don't want to let it pass if it's here for the taking. I love you, Clint. I always have.
[She shifted again, connecting their hips as her leg wrapped more firmly around his and she let out a quiet laugh.] We just have to find a way to confirm it before we go to him with it. Or before I go to him...
[Feeling kind of like a cad for not reciprocating, Clint's free hand stoked along Natasha's back as well and rubbed at the lines of tension he found beneath that silky soft skin.] I know, I love you too, Tasha. Which is partly why I ain't jumping up out of this bed freaking out about this....
[Hungover and feeling like roadkill though he may be, Clint was definitely not complaining about her smooth leg wrapping more firmly around him and tugging their bodies even closer together.] If it's legal, there's gotta be a marriage license or some record of it, right?
[Natasha's lips kicked up as she felt his hand, her eyes sliding closed just for a moment as she shuddered under that touch and goosebumps broke out across her skin. Even her scalp tingled and for just a brief moment she didn't quite feel as seedy as she first had when waking up.] Think we've finally both gone insane? Any other time and we might have both been trying to run as far away as possible.
[She kissed him softly again, her hips moving in a slow, languid rhythm. There was no sense of urgency, no physical force driving the movement. Just a need for touch and friction, and to reacquaint herself with the man that could be her husband.] Yes, there would be. But that would require leaving the cocoon and I am definitely not ready for that.
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[She smiled a little, leaning in to kiss his forehead.] No, there really isn't. You already know I'm a cover hog. You know I prefer you to a pillow. We just don't know if we can do this for an extended period of time. But... [She licked her lips.] ... maybe it's just finally our time?
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[Smiling kind of hurt his face but he did it anyway and pulled the covers back over them more securely as though the duvet could protect them from the sudden scary reality facing them.] Not quite the things I was talking about but yes I'm well aware of all those facts just as you're aware I snore and tend to have ice cubes for toes thanks to someone stealing my covers in the middle of the night. [He seemed to consider it for a long moment before nodding ever so carefully.] Do you want it to be, Tasha?
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[She pressed herself even closer to him as he created the cosy bubble and rubbed her nose against the growth she could feel on his jaw. It left her porcelain skin red and she couldn't fight the smile that built before she had a chance to bite it back as she dropped her voice to a ( ... )
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[Clint's head was spinning but the hangover had nothing to do with it. He nuzzled his raspy jaw against Natasha when she snuggled closer to his body underneath the cocoon of covers.] Shoulda done it right though.
[He murmured, a small smile threatening to break free as she listed just a few of his more interesting personality flaws.] Definitely should have done it right then, Tash, none of this eloping crap.
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Done it right how? Can you imagine us with a big white wedding? Something would have gone wrong. The world would have been ending on that day, or one of us could have been hurt the day before and then all the planning would have been for nothing. [She looked at him, eyes pleading slightly even if they were struggling to stay focused. Where he had bloodshot eyes, she just had ones that wanted to stay closed and be permanently asleep.]
This way there's no interruptions. It's done. We're married and no one can change it, or stop it, or fuck with it.
... Natasha Barton. What do you think?
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[Tired amusement touched the man's face which she could see in the dim light filtering in through the covers.] Not the big white wedding or anything. But being able to remember something about the ceremony and our wedding night mighta been nice.
[The corners of Clint's eyes crinkled up in a smile as he reached down to press the hands containing the gold bands together.] A little weird but it sounds better than Clint Romanoff. Maybe you can have a sexy little hyphen in your name? Natasha Barton-Romanoff?
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We can make a new wedding night. Or at least post-wedding night morning. [She lowered her head to brush her lips against his hand in return, sucking on the skin gently before letting out a soft laugh.] But you're right, it would be nice to remember something.
[She lifted her head to kiss his lips lazily, not even caring if they probably both tasted like the bottom of a champagne bottle. When she broke it off she was smiling again.] Plus I'm not so much of a feminist that I would force you to take my name. A sexy little hyphen, huh? Natasha Barton-Romanoff actually sounds like something I could live with. A mouthful, but a good one.
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[Breathing quietly into the kiss, Clint shelved his concerns for now and concentrated on kissing Natasha.] Or is it supposed to be Romanoff-Barton?
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[She let the kiss continue, one press of their lips bleeding into another.] Romanoff-Barton. I think. I don't really know how it works. Never had to hyphenate my name before.
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[His mouth quirked upwards against the kiss and pressed back into it before playfully capturing the spy's lower lip between his teeth lightly.] Hell if I know. Birdie and me kept our respective last names the same since it meant less paperwork and drama for her as a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent.
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[Natasha hummed at the feel of his teeth as her fingers rest on his neck and she rubbed her nose against his.] I think the drama and paperwork would be worth it. If I'm going to be your wife, then I'll be your wife. All in or just nothing. Everyone's just going to have to get used to the hyphen. Actually, it's almost worth it just for the look on Fury's face.
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[He smiled wanly and nuzzled her back as well, making their noses rub together in silly 'Eskimo kisses'] Heh, the look on Fury's face would be pretty spectacular.
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[She shifted again, connecting their hips as her leg wrapped more firmly around his and she let out a quiet laugh.] We just have to find a way to confirm it before we go to him with it. Or before I go to him...
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[Hungover and feeling like roadkill though he may be, Clint was definitely not complaining about her smooth leg wrapping more firmly around him and tugging their bodies even closer together.] If it's legal, there's gotta be a marriage license or some record of it, right?
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[She kissed him softly again, her hips moving in a slow, languid rhythm. There was no sense of urgency, no physical force driving the movement. Just a need for touch and friction, and to reacquaint herself with the man that could be her husband.] Yes, there would be. But that would require leaving the cocoon and I am definitely not ready for that.
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