Nothing Between Us
May. 22nd, 2014 07:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jaune_chatTitle: Nothing Between Us
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jaune_chat
Fandoms: The Avengers (film)
Characters/Relationships: Bruce Banner/Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark/Thor
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 394
Spoilers: none
Content Advisory: naked snuggling
Disclaimer: Not mine, just playing.
A/N: Written for a prompt from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
avengerkink.
Summary: Sometimes they all just like to hang out together with nothing between them.
On Ao3 or below the cut
Natasha had great tits.
This was a totally objective observation. Millions of fanboys couldn't possibly be wrong about the quality of the Black Widow's rack. However, unlike them, Bruce wasn't of that opinion purely for visual fodder for sexual fantasies. Natasha had great tits because Bruce had spent many long hours in close, intimate contact with them.
Namely, his head against her chest while the Avengers watched whatever series they "needed" to see that week. Bruce would be resting against her soft warmth, her hand running through his hair and down his back while she lounged against Thor's abs.
To be fair, everyone lounged against Thor's abs - he had them to spare, and a more steady backrest couldn't be found on Earth.
Tony usually sprawled; for a relatively small man, he took up an amazing amount of space. Clint usually ended up pinning a limb or two in place, his hands idly drumming against Tony's skin, and Tony would mutter empty threats, but finally settle down, his hands sometimes wandering afield to curve around an arm, a foot, rest on a thigh in gentle reassurance of everyone's presence.
Steve was always between them, sometimes almost squashed between three or more, reaching out to encompass everyone around him. He enjoyed the pressure, the warmth, smiling softly when leaned back into their embrace. It was heat without demand, what had started as a sort of bizarre dare born in the wake of extreme fatigue and the after-effects of an acidic slime monster that had left them all sky-clad had turned into a soothing ritual.
This was a promise, Nothing between us, something to hold onto and remember during the worst parts of their job. Sometimes things got a lot more heated... and slippery, but more often it was just this.
Touches against Bruce's body, when he hadn't let anyone dare for so long. Closeness with Natasha because she chose to, and wanted it. Camaraderie with Clint, who'd had to go at it alone more times than he could count. Trust from Tony, who exposed his greatest secret and weakness to them. Welcome from Thor, who missed so much of what he'd lost, and joy at them all from Steve, who had gotten back something he thought he'd never have again.
Bruce made a small sigh of contentment against Natasha, and pressed himself closer to his friends.
Author:
jaune_chatFandoms: The Avengers (film)
Characters/Relationships: Bruce Banner/Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark/Thor
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 394
Spoilers: none
Content Advisory: naked snuggling
Disclaimer: Not mine, just playing.
A/N: Written for a prompt from
avengerkink.Summary: Sometimes they all just like to hang out together with nothing between them.
On Ao3 or below the cut
Natasha had great tits.
This was a totally objective observation. Millions of fanboys couldn't possibly be wrong about the quality of the Black Widow's rack. However, unlike them, Bruce wasn't of that opinion purely for visual fodder for sexual fantasies. Natasha had great tits because Bruce had spent many long hours in close, intimate contact with them.
Namely, his head against her chest while the Avengers watched whatever series they "needed" to see that week. Bruce would be resting against her soft warmth, her hand running through his hair and down his back while she lounged against Thor's abs.
To be fair, everyone lounged against Thor's abs - he had them to spare, and a more steady backrest couldn't be found on Earth.
Tony usually sprawled; for a relatively small man, he took up an amazing amount of space. Clint usually ended up pinning a limb or two in place, his hands idly drumming against Tony's skin, and Tony would mutter empty threats, but finally settle down, his hands sometimes wandering afield to curve around an arm, a foot, rest on a thigh in gentle reassurance of everyone's presence.
Steve was always between them, sometimes almost squashed between three or more, reaching out to encompass everyone around him. He enjoyed the pressure, the warmth, smiling softly when leaned back into their embrace. It was heat without demand, what had started as a sort of bizarre dare born in the wake of extreme fatigue and the after-effects of an acidic slime monster that had left them all sky-clad had turned into a soothing ritual.
This was a promise, Nothing between us, something to hold onto and remember during the worst parts of their job. Sometimes things got a lot more heated... and slippery, but more often it was just this.
Touches against Bruce's body, when he hadn't let anyone dare for so long. Closeness with Natasha because she chose to, and wanted it. Camaraderie with Clint, who'd had to go at it alone more times than he could count. Trust from Tony, who exposed his greatest secret and weakness to them. Welcome from Thor, who missed so much of what he'd lost, and joy at them all from Steve, who had gotten back something he thought he'd never have again.
Bruce made a small sigh of contentment against Natasha, and pressed himself closer to his friends.
