Looking after Verity is a task also means to be in a league of select few to also be watched.
"Yes," he gasps softly. It could just be another low and rough breath. He can't help it in the wake of her released. The hyper sensitivity makes his part in their joining, in the ride even more breathtaking. Clenched so tight he just keeps them together and writhes. Stifled or freed, she sounds amazing as she feels. Losing awareness of himself he comes.
Clint does need his fair amount of caretaking. But their strengths are so different it works out pretty well.
"Yes," she whimpers against his lips. Feeling him writhing beneath her when every nerve is on fire very nearly sets her off again. Clumsy hands try to press one of his into service helping with that. A little more direct stimulation on her clit is all it takes--whether he's able to rub or just be rubbed against, when he cums she has another little peak too.
"Yes, oh yes." Hope he wasn't planning to go anywhere, because she's collapsing on top of him now. Her head lands on his shoulder and her hands grip whatever she can find to keep from sliding off of him and possibly out of bed entirely because what even is cohesion she's melting.
They're quite the collection, all of them. How wonderful and unexpected everyone comes together from these twists in time and space.
All she has to do is prompt. His own movements are less keen as fireworks go off under his skin and in his mind. Her hand, his hand and the urgent circling of his thumb pulling her to climax again. Matt moans in agreement. Why would he even want to go anywhere. There are remaining jolts in him as he feels Verity constrict again. They're more pronounced in this position or maybe just the clear awareness of wellness. Only when he's sure that there won't be another little peak to climb does he stop rubbing her clit to hold her up and to him.
Talk about a good morning. Sweat at his forehead spikes his hair as it rests on her shoulder.
He is so, so good to her. That's the first thought going through her head when she can think again. With his arms around her, she feels so safe. There's no need to go anywhere, he was right all along. She'll tell him. Later. When she can talk. First, she wants to focus on movements. Breathing, then hands, then lips. Those are her priorities. Catching her breath means she can try to pick herself, with a hand cupping the back of his head to ease him off her shoulder so she can kiss him.
Such a good morning. And it's still early enough they can do it all again later.
And then some. Whatever it takes to ensure that their bonds stay ironclad. It's the little things, like beer, like coming together. Matt needs to do more of that.
Oh? His thoughts are how amazing she is. How loving and how much this moment means as the other sounds of the morning are coming back to him with the slowing of their breath and heartbeats. Settled and safe is mutual. Matt murmurs, "I love you" into her skin. Verity will find that he is even more responsive and malleable to her touch. Right into her kiss. This is the life.
A good start for the morning. There is the whole rest of the day too. Matt feels his eyelids getting a little heavy. He'd rather wait to move. She's still full and the beautiful ache hasn't set into his bones. It's about taking care of her right now. The way she deserves.
It'd be good for him. For all of them. If nothing else, couldn't hurt to have a more experienced hero on speed dial.
The murmuring makes her hum, happy and at peace. She swallows, works her tongue a bit to make sure she remembers how, and manages an, "Love you too." Then there'll be more kissing, it's easier. Soft kisses, gentle loving ones, kisses inspired by feelings instead of trying to inspire feelings. Most of her still feels half melted, but the kissing she's focused on making good.
At least, until the yawn sneaks up on her. "Mmm.... sleepy?" They could go back to sleep now, he's done what she demanded.
A more experienced hero on speed dial? Daredevil needs all the help he can get. Ten square city blocks and all around it are more tricky than anyone would believe.
Humming, she must know that's one of his favorite things. She herself is at the top with the things she does following after. Like the kissing. Ones like these he takes as they come, one into the other. Matt is completely melting all thanks to her focus and feelings. Love has a flavor. He can taste it right now.
He has to fight his own yawn in return. Laughing, completely adoring it with a nuzzle and tighter coil of his arms helps. "Uh huh." So he draws up their canopy again and slowly starts to scoot, doing his best to keep them together and in some semblance of laying down. Verity's list of demands can grow. He's listening. Matt always is.
Granted, it's Clint Barton. Beautiful Human Disaster. Also, deaf. It'll be very interesting.
She's learned that he's fond of the humming, yeah. It's one of the reasons she keeps doing it. When he starts responding to it, she nuzzles into his shoulder so he can enjoy it even more. They can melt together, that sounds lovely. Love is for all the senses, he's taught her that. Taste and sound, humming and kisses.
Arms snugged up around her and a nuzzle are only going to keep her humming. When he moves she tries to move with him, with the same aim of staying together. Once they've made enough progress she pulls the pillows back into the positions he likes. He'll be her pillow now if he's not letting go. "Love you, so much," she whispers near his skin. "Sweet dreams."
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"Yes," he gasps softly. It could just be another low and rough breath. He can't help it in the wake of her released. The hyper sensitivity makes his part in their joining, in the ride even more breathtaking. Clenched so tight he just keeps them together and writhes. Stifled or freed, she sounds amazing as she feels. Losing awareness of himself he comes.
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"Yes," she whimpers against his lips. Feeling him writhing beneath her when every nerve is on fire very nearly sets her off again. Clumsy hands try to press one of his into service helping with that. A little more direct stimulation on her clit is all it takes--whether he's able to rub or just be rubbed against, when he cums she has another little peak too.
"Yes, oh yes." Hope he wasn't planning to go anywhere, because she's collapsing on top of him now. Her head lands on his shoulder and her hands grip whatever she can find to keep from sliding off of him and possibly out of bed entirely because what even is cohesion she's melting.
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All she has to do is prompt. His own movements are less keen as fireworks go off under his skin and in his mind. Her hand, his hand and the urgent circling of his thumb pulling her to climax again. Matt moans in agreement. Why would he even want to go anywhere. There are remaining jolts in him as he feels Verity constrict again. They're more pronounced in this position or maybe just the clear awareness of wellness. Only when he's sure that there won't be another little peak to climb does he stop rubbing her clit to hold her up and to him.
Talk about a good morning. Sweat at his forehead spikes his hair as it rests on her shoulder.
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He is so, so good to her. That's the first thought going through her head when she can think again. With his arms around her, she feels so safe. There's no need to go anywhere, he was right all along. She'll tell him. Later. When she can talk. First, she wants to focus on movements. Breathing, then hands, then lips. Those are her priorities. Catching her breath means she can try to pick herself, with a hand cupping the back of his head to ease him off her shoulder so she can kiss him.
Such a good morning. And it's still early enough they can do it all again later.
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Oh? His thoughts are how amazing she is. How loving and how much this moment means as the other sounds of the morning are coming back to him with the slowing of their breath and heartbeats. Settled and safe is mutual. Matt murmurs, "I love you" into her skin. Verity will find that he is even more responsive and malleable to her touch. Right into her kiss. This is the life.
A good start for the morning. There is the whole rest of the day too. Matt feels his eyelids getting a little heavy. He'd rather wait to move. She's still full and the beautiful ache hasn't set into his bones. It's about taking care of her right now. The way she deserves.
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The murmuring makes her hum, happy and at peace. She swallows, works her tongue a bit to make sure she remembers how, and manages an, "Love you too." Then there'll be more kissing, it's easier. Soft kisses, gentle loving ones, kisses inspired by feelings instead of trying to inspire feelings. Most of her still feels half melted, but the kissing she's focused on making good.
At least, until the yawn sneaks up on her. "Mmm.... sleepy?" They could go back to sleep now, he's done what she demanded.
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Humming, she must know that's one of his favorite things. She herself is at the top with the things she does following after. Like the kissing. Ones like these he takes as they come, one into the other. Matt is completely melting all thanks to her focus and feelings. Love has a flavor. He can taste it right now.
He has to fight his own yawn in return. Laughing, completely adoring it with a nuzzle and tighter coil of his arms helps. "Uh huh." So he draws up their canopy again and slowly starts to scoot, doing his best to keep them together and in some semblance of laying down. Verity's list of demands can grow. He's listening. Matt always is.
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She's learned that he's fond of the humming, yeah. It's one of the reasons she keeps doing it. When he starts responding to it, she nuzzles into his shoulder so he can enjoy it even more. They can melt together, that sounds lovely. Love is for all the senses, he's taught her that. Taste and sound, humming and kisses.
Arms snugged up around her and a nuzzle are only going to keep her humming. When he moves she tries to move with him, with the same aim of staying together. Once they've made enough progress she pulls the pillows back into the positions he likes. He'll be her pillow now if he's not letting go. "Love you, so much," she whispers near his skin. "Sweet dreams."