Title: Kiss Me
Rating: PG-13/T
Originally posted: 17th September 2023
Originally written for: kiss_me_cassie - 'An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose.'
Characters/Pairings: Nat/Clint
Notes: for the be_compromised Summer Promptahon 2023 on Dreamwidth.
When finally he recovered from the 'cognitive recalibration', when she was sure he was Clint and no longer Loki's flying monkey, Natasha was quick to unfasten the straps holding him down to the table. Good as she was with such things most of the time, the whole ordeal of almost losing him had taken a real toll, not to mention the relief at getting him back at last. Her fingers fumbled with one of the fastenings and she growled in frustration, fighting the urge to let tears fill her eyes.
"Hey, it's okay," Clint assured her, reaching out to either help of comfort her, Natasha wasn't sure which.
She didn't need either, or rather, she didn't want to. Moving to evade, she only ended up leaning in closer, her face mere inches from his own. When the strap she had been fighting with finally gave way, she tripped a little with sudden momentum, her mouth making contact with Clint's own.
It wasn't much, just an accidental brush of lips, but it did something to her. From the look in his now-clear eyes, she could tell a similar feeling had gone through him too, a similar thought had come to mind. She opened her mouth to say something smart or sensible. Something about how it would make more sense not to give in, but the words wouldn't come.
Instead, she did what Natasha always swore she would never do. She gave in to sweet temptation, her hand behind Clint's head as she dragged him forward, crushing her lips against his own, a deliberate, passionate act this time around. If she had worried, even for a moment, about his reaction, she stopped the second she felt his hands on her back, when he deepened their kiss, when she ended up half on top of him as the moment spun on and on.
Before things got really crazy, Natasha pulled back, met his eyes, caught her breath.
"You really had to wait for me to be brainwashed to realise that was something we needed to do?" he asked her, smirking some.
She returned the look without pause, giddy as a girl half her age and without the red ledger she could boast.
"Shut up and kiss me again," she said, pulling him forward by his shirt.
Clint didn't even try to resist.