Natasha Romanoff | The Black Widow (
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Dancing in the Dark (for
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They didn’t get a lot of time off together, at least not enough to make a trip away worthwhile, so for this one weekend they decided to stay in the city and play tourist for the day.
They had started with a walk through Central Park before grabbing an early lunch at one of the city’s many street vendors and then wandering through the American Museum of Natural history. Natasha found the Hall of Minerals fascinating while Clint had gotten a kick out of all the dinosaur bones. They both enjoyed laying under the big blue whale with all the normal people.
Afterwards they went to a nice restaurant for supper, blending into the crowd of normal couples as best they could and Natasha actually forgot if she was playing a role or being herself as they finished their wine and shared their desserts.
“Thank you,” she said sincerely as they left the restaurant, stepping back into the cool night air. Nearby a busker played guitar and sang with surprising melody and soul, barely seeming to notice as people threw change into his open case, so caught up was he in his music.
They had started with a walk through Central Park before grabbing an early lunch at one of the city’s many street vendors and then wandering through the American Museum of Natural history. Natasha found the Hall of Minerals fascinating while Clint had gotten a kick out of all the dinosaur bones. They both enjoyed laying under the big blue whale with all the normal people.
Afterwards they went to a nice restaurant for supper, blending into the crowd of normal couples as best they could and Natasha actually forgot if she was playing a role or being herself as they finished their wine and shared their desserts.
“Thank you,” she said sincerely as they left the restaurant, stepping back into the cool night air. Nearby a busker played guitar and sang with surprising melody and soul, barely seeming to notice as people threw change into his open case, so caught up was he in his music.
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Clint groaned and let his pecs play a little against her touch, seeking for more. She just knew exactly how he liked it. How much it needed to make him breathe much faster, from a stimulation even of body parts that usually were not overly sensitive.
He let his head fall back to the floor to watch her, with a very aroused smile on his lips while his fingers made their way further between her legs. His other hand kept her pressed close to him, entrapped against the pleasured throbbing of his cock. Inch by inch he peeled the damp material of her panties away from her skin, every move held firmly against her inside the cage of her pants, until he could massage her lips between his fingertips. He swore he could actually feel his pupils dilate at the feeling of slickness and heat.
"Love it how much you enjoy this", he murmured, biting his lip to stifle another groan.
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Her pants were tight, not leaving much room between them and her skin, and as his hand moved lower, his warm fingers were kept pressed firmly against her. By the time he reached his prize she was moaning and pushing against him, her face against his neck.
“Who wouldn’t?” she breathed, pulling the collar of his shirt down so she could get at a spot below his collarbone. Not every mark had to be visible. “You have very talented fingers.”
Lowering her hand, her own fingers slipped under his shirt, sliding slowly up beneath it to tease his nipples again without the material in the way. Pinching one between her thumb and middle finger, she dragged her nail across.
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He kept up that little game with his chest muscles, flinching away from her grip playfully just to press in again, appreciative moans on his lips. Where her lips met his skin, a faint glistening of sweat betrayed every attempt of reservation. So he just gave it up and let her have his upper body for playing, completely relaxed and waiting for whatever she would be thinking of.
Her ass though was still caught in the relentless hold of his hands, and unless she gave him any sign of being uncomfortable, he didn't plan to release her before he hadn't felt her come against him. Her growing wetness made it easy enough, easing a first finger inside of her. Slowly but without stopping until his knuckles pressed against her and his fingertip could circle down on the certain sensitive point deep inside. Gently at first, then with more pressure, against the matching rocking of his hips, seeking to have her most sensitive spots stimulated at the same time.
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Of course she wasn’t the only one in the game, and Clint was certainly doing his part as well. This was no longer about who could get the other off first through their clothes, and he upped the ante when he slipped the first finger inside of her, crooking it just right to make her breath hitch. “Clint...” she moaned his name against his skin, her hand flattening against his chest before digging her nails in when he pressed harder against her. In turn she pressed her teeth to his skin, just the flats of them for now; not biting but reminding him of the possibility.
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Clint's hoarse whisper stood in contrast to the word, speaking of the heat pulsating through his veins, dampening his clear thoughts with the want for more. Basics like eating and getting ready to leave seemed like the most unimportant thing in the world when Natasha teased him with both her nails and her mouth. Waves of shivers surrounded the skin, demanding for more immediately.
"And don't stop that... please."
His head rolled slowly to the side, forehead pressing into the cool wood of the sofa leg, offering her the whole playground of his partly bared skin. A second finger joined the first, gently stretching her. Soon enough both digits were engulfed tightly in her soft wetness, pressing down in rhythm with his hips rolling against hers.
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His tremulous plea made her shiver and she dragged her nails down his chest, not enough to break the skin but enough to dig in, to leave faint red marks in their wake. She couldn’t resist raising her lips back to his neck when he offered it up so irresistibly. So much for trying to hide any further marks. Sure, she could try and control herself, but knowing how much he was enjoying it made her want to give him more.
Even though he held her against him Natasha joined in with the rhythm, rolling her hips and clenching around him, moaning against his neck as her breaths became shorter, more rapid. “You’re so fucking good at that,” she whispered, somehow managing to string the words together.
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Clint tried to hide the small flush of pride in his cheeks in turning his head away even more, which made Natasha's new administrations on her neck even better. He let his muscles play against her teeth, provoking her, hisses of pleasure on his lips when the sensitive skin stretched and rebelled against her mouth, just to draw out the perfect mixture of lust and pain. Where her nails had been, his skin burned and pulsated slightly, a sensation that spread out all the way to his groin and left him press against her even tighter.
Now that she was moving with him, his hand on her ass held her more gentle. Just enough room for her to answer the steady, slow rolling of his hips.
Her lust was not only coating his slowly working fingers but flavored the air with her very own sweet musky scent. And they were still wearing their clothes... It had something strangely naughty and forbidden, and as much as he loved to feel her soft skin against his, right now this was just perfect.
Her muscles answered his circling pressure, more and more, and he tried to focus on these small tremors, use that point to rub his throbbing hard cock right against her clit as if there wasn't any fabric between them at all.
"Feels so good", he murmured between his low moans. "Love how wet you're getting for me..."
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His voice rumbled through her, low and sexy, and her rhythm faltered for just a second. She could feel herself soaking his hand, how slick his fingers were moving inside of her, and she sucked at his neck again, drawing a fresh patch of skin between her teeth. “More...” she murmured against him before she bit down, harder than before.
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Clint's back arched slightly under the new, even more intensive touch of her teeth, the new additional rush of adrenaline whipping his blood faster through his veins. It was just the perfect thrill, not enough to really injure. Which was probably better, considering, a person with a strong jaw could kill you with one bite. He didn't necessarily need to find out if Natasha had that certain skill in her wide range of specialties.
But just the thought, that little flattering of his nerves, just seemed to make his skin even more sensitive to her administrations, and he gladly let her play, biting his lip hard while his forehead pressed against the cool surface. She was just too good with finding out in record time what did it best for him.
Her aroused plea made it through the dazed state of lust in his head anyway and was answered with something more of a growl than a moan.
"Whatever you want, beautiful..."
Very slowly, teasingly, he draw his hand back just to thrust his fingers back into her immediately. Again he tried to time the motion with the point when the fluid motion of their hips working into each other, had her clit pressed right against his raging erection. He hardly gave her time to breathe before he repeated the motion, easily sliding in and out of her wetness, playing her body with both his fingers and the steady rhythm of thrusts against her.
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The growl that reverberated through his chest and through hers made her shiver and she barely had time to anticipate his movements before he was sliding his fingers in and out of her, matching the rhythm already set by their hips. Every time he ground against her, his cock so obviously hard even through their clothes, she gasped as pleasure coursed through her in waves, bringing her so close to the edge.
“I want you to come with me,” she gasped between gasps and moans. “What do you need...?” With them pressed so intimately together and with her on top she didn’t have a lot of access, but she didn’t want to leave him unsatisfied, especially not when he was doing so well satisfying her.
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No matter how fucking great this felt, having her body aroused and writhing against his, and the beautiful burning sensations that her teeth and nails had left... Without the possibility of closer touch, his body just wouldn't let go. Not before he had made sure, he had done his best for his partner.
It burned, the throbbing pleasure that left him startling and moaning everytime, the rough fabric of his jeans rubbed over the exposed sensitiveness of his cock. That he could feel her tremble and hot against him didn't exactly help.
But he couldn't just let go and move against her, the way it would be enough, his head never let him. Some instincts had too deeply settled over the years, and the most important one was always to put Natasha's well-being before his.
"Can't", he growled through his clenched teeth, his face tightly buried against her neck while his fingers never stopped diving into her, deeply, with just the pressure she needed to let her own lust take over. The movements of his own hips against hers grew frantic, hardness grinding and twitching against her her heated softness, seeking out the point when he would feel her fall apart.
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“Oh god,” she whimpered, burying her face against him when he picked up the pace, every thrust of his fingers pushing against her sweet spot, every roll of his hips pressing her clit until she could no longer hold back.
She came crying out his name, her whole body shaking and convulsing on top of him as pleasure rocked her to her very core.
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"Love it so much to see you like that", he groaned against her neck. "You feel how fucking hot that makes me?"
He rubbed the still very prominent bulge against her middle again after he had removed his hand carefully, to emphasize his words. Like the sweat dripping down his temples and neck wasn't enough, or the breathlessness in his voice.
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She couldn’t express herself in words so instead she put her hand on his chest and pushed herself up enough that she could look at him, letting him read everything in her eyes before she kissed him, long and slow, as if it had been far too long since she’d done so and she had forgotten the taste of him.
“I don’t know why I even bothered to put clean clothes on,” she said when she finally pulled back, a lazy smile on her face. Lifting her hips away from his, her legs still rather weak and shaky, the hand under his shirt slipped lower, catching the button at the top of his jeans. “Still might be able to save yours.” They probably already smelled strongly of her, but she knew how uncomfortable it had to be for him, confined as he was.
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His teasing words were quickly laced with small, yearning moans when her hand came close to where he wanted to feel it. No reason to hold back anymore, instead he allowed hips to jerk against her touch, biting his lower lip hard.
With his head falling to his side again, his neck where she had left her marks, was openly presented as a proof that he enjoyed it just as much, whatever she was doing to him. And hardly could wait for more now that his focus shifted.
Under too much annoying fabric, a good share of salty fluid covered his too sensitive skin, and damn... If she went on like that, there would be quite more of that before he could get out of these fucking jeans.
"Fuck... Need you, Nat..."
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She was quickly distracted from her thoughts when he bucked into her touch, needing the same attention he had just offered her. “How do you need me?” she asked, her voice as soft and smooth as velvet. Lowering his zipper, she slid her hand beneath his underwear to touch him gently, running her hand along his length before pushing the underwear down enough to let him free. “Tell me what you need.” Hovering over him, her knees on the floor on either side of him and one hand still propped on his chest, she dipped her head to softly kiss one of the dark marks on his neck.
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As badly as the pressure had been just a few seconds ago, with the disturbing clothes out of the way, it got easier immediately, just pressing into the warm, soft touch of her hands, hips jerking up just lightly to meet her hand.
There were hundreds of things he enjoyed to do with her, so that question was always a tough one. But after last night and the exhausting day coming up, things could as well be a little quieter. He found, right now this was exactly where he wanted to be... with her touching him and her face so close to him, still flushed from her climax and that beautiful light smile on her lips.
One trembling hand reached out to caress her cheek, her neck before he pulled her close for a deep kiss, low moans of need rumbling in his throat. God, he loved being with her like that, all of it, whatever mood they were in. Right now tenderness helped to let go much better than any fancy action.
"This is just perfect", he just mumbled, cheeks flushing a little, before he captured her lower lip between his again, sucking and nibbling as his breath grew even faster.
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Lifting her head to meet his eyes again, she leaned into the touch of his hand before he kissed her again, desperate and longing. She swallowed his moans and sank into his kiss, her hand just casually petting him until he confirmed that that was all he wanted and that she wouldn’t have to move from where she was. Then her strokes became more sure, more purposeful, but not urgent, not methodical. There was still a playfulness and tenderness to her touch, and she smiled into his teasing kisses.
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The heat built lazily and he enjoyed every second of it, every second of not having to rush anything, having his partner taking care of him so willingly. His free hand kept on caressing her, teasing her full curves through the fabric of her shirt, fingertips circling the sensitive area of her nipples. He couldn't keep up the game for long, not when she was working him so expertly that he felt himself growing even harder under her administrations.
The additional stimulation of watching her small, strong hand stroking his hardened length, coating his skin with his own lust, soon had him thrust into her movements, his balls resting heavy against his parted thighs. Instinctively he bent his leg, offering himself further to her, and fought the urge to close his eyes, to hide his face from her gaze again. It felt much too good, just relaxing for once and let his sense drown in everything she was doing to him.
"Fuck, Nat... Yes..."
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He grew harder, more erect, and only when he began to give in, to thrust against her and shift his position for better access did her attentions intensify. She teased his very tip, squeezed him harder on the upstroke, and made sure to give his balls some attention too, her hand slick and sticky as it moved over his skin.
“Mm, you like that, huh?” she purred, giving him an extra squeeze. “God, you’re so hard.” She lifted her head to look at him again; she loved seeing him like this, so relaxed and ready to let go.
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He raised his head enough to meet her lips in a fierce kiss, conquer her mouth with his tongue while his moans vibrated between them. His hand had wandered down her back without him really realizing, caressing her back and tightly grabbing the tight round flesh of her butt from time to time, when the waves of pleasure hit especially high and he could feel every muscle, every single nerve in his groin pulsate with heat.
His head fell back to the floor, the next sound from his lips more a quiet scream when her hand went back to the exposed, wet head of his cock, with just the right pressure to let him see stars, let his shirt stick damp to his body.
"You're so fucking sexy..."
He tore his gaze away from the most erotic sight for a moment to watch her face, her red cheeks, the wild look of enjoyment in her beautiful green eyes.
"Love to be with you... to feel you..."
His hand softly wandered down to her ass again, just caressing, worshiping her skin with trembling movements while the small, helpless movements of his hips sought hers, matching her rhythm.
"How hot you are for me and smile for me... Makes it so good..."
He lowered his head again to her ear, hot, uncontrolled breath meeting her neck, tongue swiftly sweeping over one of the marks he had left last night.
"Just think about how it will be when you'll have me inside you next time... All that hardness just for you..."
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When he started talking, saying anything that came to mind, she knew she had him close, but she was no longer exactly unaffected herself either. Natasha was more of a silent lover, one prone to show rather than tell, but fuck she loved it when Clint talked like this. She had never met another man in her life who could turn her on with just his words and his voice. She could feel herself getting wet again as she imagined him inside her, stretching her, filling her so perfectly. Closing her eyes she sucked her bottom lip in between her teeth, but it did nothing to stifle her moan as he teased her ear, her neck. She stroked him harder, faster, wanting to feel him come apart beneath her, wanting to make him feel as good as he had made her feel.
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Instead he leaned his heated cheek against her shoulder, staring down on where she worked him again. Just as she put enough strength and speed in her movements to deprive him of any control left. Needless to say there was no holding back anymore at this point.
His mind blanked out pretty much before he could warn her, his balls drawing up sharp to his body, and fuck, he was making a mess over both her hand and his clothes... Not that he could care right now. His hand had found back his favorite handle for support, leaving one or the other red spot on Natasha's beautiful pale butt before he thought of relaxing it, all the tension from the last minutes flowing from his body with a deep, breathless grunt.
Trembling from the pulses of pleasure still going through his groin, he pressed his forehead against her neck, his lips against her collarbone, to replace the words he couldn't form between his rapid breathing.
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Her hand still moving over him, though slower and softer now, she shifted one knee to rest between his lowered herself to lay against him, her other hand moving from his chest to run soothingly through his hair. She placed featherlight kisses to his temple, his forehead, smiling against his skin as he trembled beneath her. She said nothing, just let him have the moment while taking a moment herself to enjoy just how easily she could bring him to such heights. Clint wasn’t one to easily let himself go, but in this moment he was completely relaxed and raw and vulnerable in a way that he only was with her.
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Caught up in the usual bliss of emptiness on his mind and the best of exhaustion in his body, these were some of the moments when he felt closest to her. No weight on their shoulders, no discussions about the next mission and the morning after not even in sight... Just caressing her slender, warm form pressed against him with his still trembling hand, closing his eyes, breathing her and cherish the closeness they shared in every aspect of their relationship.
"Thank you", he murmured somewhere between two slowing breaths, two words meaning so much more than that hot little encounter on the living room floor.
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