Ma'am. Natasha has to fight a wince. The word is strange coming from his lips, the shape of it doesn't seem to match his mouth really.
"Good, Clint," she praises him warmly with an encouraging smile that's as fake as the name she just gave him. "Now, close your eyes, and just focus on your breathing. In and out, slow and careful." Her thumb runs down the line of his jaw, fingers still pressed gently against his pulse point. "If you listen carefully, you'll be able to hear my breaths. Match yours to mine, slow and easy."
She breathes slowly, exaggerating each breath so that he can follow it, and spends the time looking him over. Even in his sorry state, he still cuts a fine figure of a man leaned against the wall like this, fingers laced at the back of his head. The ill-fitting shirt of the scrubs he's wearing has slid up to reveal a strip of bare skin and gorgeously muscled abs. If he'd been more himself right now, Natasha might even have been able to appreciate the view.
Once his breaths are timed with hers, she reaches out with her free hand and gently takes one of his, manoeuvring it to her chest where she presses it over her heart. "Keep breathing, slow and easy, but feel the rhythm of my heart. That's what we're aiming for." He's a sniper, this should come easy to him.
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Date: 2012-05-28 11:49 pm (UTC)"Good, Clint," she praises him warmly with an encouraging smile that's as fake as the name she just gave him. "Now, close your eyes, and just focus on your breathing. In and out, slow and careful." Her thumb runs down the line of his jaw, fingers still pressed gently against his pulse point. "If you listen carefully, you'll be able to hear my breaths. Match yours to mine, slow and easy."
She breathes slowly, exaggerating each breath so that he can follow it, and spends the time looking him over. Even in his sorry state, he still cuts a fine figure of a man leaned against the wall like this, fingers laced at the back of his head. The ill-fitting shirt of the scrubs he's wearing has slid up to reveal a strip of bare skin and gorgeously muscled abs. If he'd been more himself right now, Natasha might even have been able to appreciate the view.
Once his breaths are timed with hers, she reaches out with her free hand and gently takes one of his, manoeuvring it to her chest where she presses it over her heart. "Keep breathing, slow and easy, but feel the rhythm of my heart. That's what we're aiming for." He's a sniper, this should come easy to him.