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“Damn, I hate it when the snow gets like this,” Clint grumped, glaring out of the window.
Wanda laughed quietly from her position curled up on the couch before the fire. “This, this is nothing. In Sokovia we had much worse snow than this, many times.”
“Yeah, but once it passes a certain level, it doesn’t matter how many feet there are. You’re snowed in. We’re snowed in.” Restless, he didn’t turn to look at her. He needed to go out, move around, breathe some air that wasn’t filled with the intoxicating scent of her. His fingers tightened on the windowsill.
He didn’t hear her move. Not until her soft touch on his arm made him jump and spin around, instinctively dropping into a defensive crouch. She arched a dark eyebrow and laughed quietly.
“Ever the warrior.”
“Can’t help it.” Now that he was looking at her, as always he lost himself in the study of her expressive face, her pointed little chin, her huge green eyes.
“When will you learn, Clint, that you have no need for these walls with me?” A tiny hand cupped his cheek, her smile turned soft and inviting. “There are many ways to pass the time when the snow traps us inside.” Leaning close, she whispered in his ear. “Come and keep me warm.”
He swallowed jerkily, unable to speak. Barely able to breathe. Wanda slipped a hand under his sweater, traced her fingertips lightly over his abs.
“I know what you want,” she breathed against his jaw, feathering light kisses over his chin.
“I’m sorry,” Clint gasped out, fighting the urge to drag her into his arms and kiss her senseless. He must not give in to this. He must not.
“Then must I apologise to you, too, for lusting over you?”
“Wh-what?” Startled, he looked down at her, at those knowing green eyes.
“Take what you desire, and give me what I want, Clint,” sinuously she twined herself around him, arms wrapping around his neck to pull his face down to hers. “Let’s enjoy being snowed in. Together.”