Under my Skin | Clinton & Katerina
A few days had gone by and he could still hear Kat’s laughter as clear as bells. It was soon 5AM and the archer found himself incapable to rest. He couldn’t get her out of his head.
When he closed his eyes he was right back in that alley. He could smell the blood and feel her pressed against his body. More then once he found himself rubbing the spot where her teeth had pierced his skin; not as much as a mark. Barton’s momory was the only thing that kept him from adding it all up to nothing more than just a fucked up dream.