Here's your treat -- and I'm sorry this is so late!
It was really too hot and humid a day to be as close as they were but Natasha didn’t care. She wanted the closeness and knew Clint wasn’t thinking about his own comfort at the moment. She was curled up on her side, head in Clint’s lap and she had a tight grip on the arm he had draped over her. He was slowly keeping the porch swing in motion and gently running his hand through her hair.
The horrific images that had jarred her awake to the sound of her own screaming were beginning to fade. She finally began to relax and loosened her grip on Clint’s arm. She lightly rubbed at the marks her fingers had dug into his skin and then raised his hand to her lips to kiss his knuckles.
“Better?” he asked.
“Getting there,” she replied. Natasha took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She twined her fingers through his and held their hands to her chest.
Clint started humming a tune she vaguely recognized. The bright sunlight, the sounds of birds chirping, and a trio of dancing butterflies finally chased away the last traces of the red from her nightmare.
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It was really too hot and humid a day to be as close as they were but Natasha didn’t care. She wanted the closeness and knew Clint wasn’t thinking about his own comfort at the moment. She was curled up on her side, head in Clint’s lap and she had a tight grip on the arm he had draped over her. He was slowly keeping the porch swing in motion and gently running his hand through her hair.
The horrific images that had jarred her awake to the sound of her own screaming were beginning to fade. She finally began to relax and loosened her grip on Clint’s arm. She lightly rubbed at the marks her fingers had dug into his skin and then raised his hand to her lips to kiss his knuckles.
“Better?” he asked.
“Getting there,” she replied. Natasha took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She twined her fingers through his and held their hands to her chest.
Clint started humming a tune she vaguely recognized. The bright sunlight, the sounds of birds chirping, and a trio of dancing butterflies finally chased away the last traces of the red from her nightmare.