A/N: Sorry for the wait, I love you all, I put in a part from the I Love Yous chapter cause it really fic. Reviews make me happy!
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Kisses
Natasha pulled away, gasping for air as her heart beat a mile a minute.
"Clint." she breathed.
"Natasha." he replied.
And they crashed their lips together again.
She leans down slowly, her pink lips touching his pale ones in a feather light kiss. She pulls away, and looking down at his weak form in the hospital bed, she almost hopes that the kiss will wake him up.
She expected him to kiss her, what she didn't expect was that she would kiss him back.
As their lips moved together in a silent song, apologizing for all the hurt, she felt as if her heart was going to explode.
She kissed him like the world was ending, and it might have been, but she didn't care, because she was in his arms.
He kisses her. Softly and slowly he kisses her. Full with so much emotion and pain, he kisses her
She kisses him. Hard and passionate, she kisses him. Full of regret and want, she kisses him.
"Kiss me then." he demands harshly.
She turns to him, "What?"
"Kiss me." he repeats, "Prove you don't love me back. Kiss me, and if you feel nothing, I won't bother you again."
"No." she flat out refuses.
"Why not?"
"I'm not going to kiss you just to prove a point." she says stubbornly.
"Kiss me."
"No."
"Kiss me!"
"No!"
"Why not?!" he asks her angrily.
"Becasue I can't!" she yells back.
"Why can't you?!"
"I can't kiss you because I do care for you! I can't kiss you because I will feel something, because I do love you! And I just can't! I can't love you, but I do!" she screams all in one breath, staring at him, her blue eyes widening in realization of what she just said.
They both freeze, her breathing heavily, eyes locked. Neither knows quite what to do, neither dares to move.
"Kiss me." he requests again, quietly this time, stepping closer to her.
"No." she is still breathing heavily, chest heaving up and down.
"Kiss me." he breaths, so close that their noses now touch, "Natasha." he breaths her name.
"Clint." her voice a whisper, "Clint, I-"
But his cuts her off effectively when his lips capture hers in a passionate kiss. Before she knows what she is doing, she is kissing him back. Deeply and desperately, she kisses him.
She kisses him back. She kisses him because she loves him, and he loves her.
"Please don't kiss me." she begs quietly, breath on his face and back pushed up against the wall.
He leans closer to her, so she backs up even more, trying to push into the wall as he leave hardly any space between them, "Why?" he asks softly.
"Please don't." she breaths again, eyes closed.
"I can't promise that." he tells her, fingers caressing her cheek, lips a breath widths away.
"I know." she whispers, arching up as he presses his lips to hers.
"He told me you would kill me." Natasha finally admits, voice cold.
Clint's brows furrow, "What?" he asks, shocked.
"He promised that you would kill me." she repeats, "Slowly, and intimately, and in ever way you know I fear." she says, opening up to him.
"I would never kill you." he promises, moving closer to her.
"I know." Natasha nods not looking Clint in the eye. "That's not even the worst part." she continues, "He said that he would wake you up, just as you made the final blow, so the first, ad last thing you would hear would be my scream. Then he would kill you."
Without thinking, Clint leans forwards to capture her lips in his
Her breath hitchs and she stiffens quickly before melting into the kiss. Her heart screams yes but her head shouts no, but in that moment, Natasha decides it's best to, for once, listen to her heart.
He kisses her hair, sweet and full of comfort.
She kisses his forhead, lightly as she prays for him to wake
He kisses her neck, full of raw passion.
She kisses his cheek, because it's easier that way.
He kisses her eyelids as she sleeps, touch light as a feather.
She kisses his ear, because she knows he loves it.
He kisses her lips, because he loves her, and she kisses him back, because she feels the same.
