study_in_scarlet | Dancing in the Dark (for farmboyhawk)

When he arched up against her Natasha made a noise as her breasts pressed against his chest, her nipples hard and sensitive. She didn’t want to go too far, the last thing she ever wanted to do was actually hurt him, so following her bite she lay her tongue against the marks she left, lapping soothingly at his skin, proving she could be just as gentle as she could be rough.

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.

"After", Clint murmured gently into her ear, nibbling on the sensitive skin of her lobe to let her know it was okay, that he wouldn't be long after her at all.

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.

She wanted to prove him wrong, she wanted to get him off, just like this, but he was making it so damn hard to think right now. She was definitely on the advantage with his hands moving against her naked flesh, his fingers pumping in and out of her wetness when she could barely get her hands on him, and she couldn’t think of a solution to help him, couldn’t think, could only feel, and god he made her feel good.

“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.

Clint let go off his hold on her carefully when her lust overpowered her and wrapped his arm around her back instead, giving her more room to ride his fingers, his body, the way she needed it most. With quiet, unintelligible encouragements whispered in her ear, he answered her movements with his own, enjoying every warm, smooth trickle of lust staining his skin, every clench of her muscles showing him how much she enjoyed it.

"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.

She moved against him, drawing out every tremor until she collapsed trembling against him, her breath coming in short yet heavy gasps. She could feel her heart pounding, and his matching it in rapid staccato; his breath and his voice making her shiver.

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.

"At least that way you get to wear my clothes again."

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..."

Natasha chuckled at his words, giving him a last quick kiss before he rolled his head to the side, exposing his neck to her again. She winced when she saw the marks she had left; she hadn’t meant to make them so large and dark, but there was no taking them back now. She would just have to do a good job with the make-up tomorrow to hide them, or insist that he too wear a scarf.

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.

Though he would never admit, it really sounded like that, there was definitely a purr on Clint's lips when Natasha's touched these sensitive spots where her teeth had been. The best of burns throbbed there, and even if it would be just him seeing these spots in the end, he would know they were there. .As the sign of the closeness and passion between them. And that was more than enough.

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.

She could feel his chest vibrating beneath her hand and she couldn’t help but smile as what sounded very close to a purr escaped his lips. Well, that was interesting, and she would certainly file that knowledge away to play with later. Right now, though, her first priority was to make sure he got the release he needed and oh so definitely deserved.

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.

Soon too much out of breath for the playful kiss, Clint pushed his arm under his head to be able to look down on himself, watch her skilled hand driving him crazy from lust-darkened eyes. His lower lip felt sensitive to the growing pressure of his own teeth, his breathing a harsh, quick series of panting now.

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..."

I was a trait they both shared, the fact that they both enjoyed watching the other getting them off, and when she realised that that was what Clint was doing she lowered her head to his shoulder to give him a more unimpeded view. Resting her forehead against him, she too looked down to inspect her movements, now able to give him her complete and undivided attention, though she still kept it slow and relaxed, even as he let his hands wander over her again.

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.

Edited 2014-01-20 22:12 (UTC)

"All thanks to you..."

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..."

The kiss was the kind designed to make her toes curl and she returned it gladly, swallowing his moans and devouring his mouth until he pulled away. She pushed back against his hand, enjoying how strongly he squeezed her, knowing that she was pushing him to his limit.

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.

There were probably a few more incoherent sentences on his lips before his brains got too blown for talking. At least he remembered to remove his mouth from Natasha's neck in time before he could give her another mark.

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.

She was so in tune with his body she didn’t need the warning, and when he spilled over both of them she kept stroking him, carrying him through until every drop was spent. His grip on her ass was hard but she didn’t mind; she loved his strength even as he shattered beneath her.

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.

There was no better feeling for coming down from a pleasurable height than having Natasha cuddled against him. Her soft hair touching his skin when he nuzzled his cheek against her head, her scent in his nose, their bodies melting into each other in relaxed silence... There was nowhere else Clint wanted to be.

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.

Her hand was wet and sticky so she just laid it against his hip as she curled up against him. Moving to rest her head on his chest when he finished trembling, she smiled at the simple thank you and placed a soft kiss through his shirt over his heart. She knew the thanks was for more than just a fantastic blow job, and she knew how much he meant it so she didn’t brush it off. As was her way she accepted it wordlessly; he would know all he needed from her kiss and how she held him just a little tighter.

For a long moment they lay in silence and she could feel his breath and his heartbeat slowing and steadying. She had never been a ‘cuddler’ before, but then she had never been with someone before who she trusted so completely to let her guard down like this. Now she enjoyed it a lot more than anyone called the Black Widow probably ever should.

Despite the not too comfortable ground, Clint wouldn't have minded at all, spending a little more time here with Natasha in his arm. They had spent whole nights on harder floors. And they had nowhere to be until tomorrow.

He actually felt the tiredness from before coming back, from the few minutes of dozing in her apartment. Closing his eyes for a while sounded pretty good right now, just like this, with his hand softly placed on her neck and her body breathing against his...

But in one of his deep, content sighs suddenly mixed the sound of his stomach rumbling so loud that Natasha probably would be half dead for the next two hours.

Clint huffed, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"Sorry. Blame it on your exceptional skills."

Natasha too was content and comfortable to stay where they were for a while longer, but apparently Clint’s stomach had other ideas. Following the loud growl of his stomach there was a moment of dead silence before Clint spoke. After that Natasha could no longer hold it in and burst out laughing.

“And we didn’t even get very... athletic this time,” she said, raising her head to look at him, a wide smile on her face. “What do you think? Pizza? Chinese?”

Maybe she couldn’t handle every day being normal like this, she needed the excitement and challenge the job offered, but more moments just like this one? She could definitely get on board for that.

"We'll have all the pizza we can wish for in the next weeks."

Well, unless someone would try and lock them up tomorrow, but Clint decided he didn't want to ponder about that anymore right now and didn't lose his grin for even a second.

"Chinese sounds perfect."

He suppressed a yawn and took a lazy look around, trying to remember where he had thrown his jacket, when he remembered, Natasha had his phone.

"I'm afraid, we'll just have to get up for that, though."

Natasha nodded at his choice but otherwise didn’t move until he stated the obvious. “Mm, well we have to get up to eat anyway,” she said, placing a soft kiss to his jaw, “and I don’t know about you,” another on his chin, “but answering the door in these clothes,” at the corner of his lips, “might not be pleasant for the delivery guy.” Finally she reached his lips, and when she kissed him there she lingered a little longer.

“Besides,” she continued, lifting her head to look at him again as she traced his bottom lip just lightly with one finger. “We should really wash our hands before touching anything else.” The grin she gave him then was positively wicked.

"As always, you're the wise one, woman."

Clint made a show of a heavy sigh but didn't miss the chance for another kiss on her lips before he somehow pushed himself up and pulled Natasha up with him. He wiped the worst of mess off his skin with the fabric of his clothes before peeling them off his body, completely unashamed, and sauntering off to the bathroom naked.

"You can throw your things into the washer-dryer too, if you want, then they're good again in a few hours", he called over his shoulder with a grin. "Wanted to do a round before packing anyway. You want to order in the meantime? Just taking a quick shower."

It was only reluctantly that Natasha let Clint up, and that she let him help her up as well. Despite the hard floor it had been warm and comfortable, but eating had to be a priority here. It was with no reluctance, though, that she watched Clint strip off his clothes and walk through his apartment in all his confident and naked glory. He had the kind of ass that jut begged to be bitten.

She let him go with only a quick affirmation before heading to the kitchen to wash her hands. Her pants were still sopping and uncomfortable, but she decided to take care of the food first before getting comfortable again. Ordering their usual, she fished enough cash out of her wallet to cover it all and set it on the counter before heading for the bathroom herself where she could already hear the water running. Removing her clothes she through them into the wash along with their still damp ones from yesterday.

"Just help yourself from my closet again."

Clint peeked out from behind the shower wall, acknowledging Natasha's nudity with a short grin, and grabbed a towel. He didn't trust himself with inviting her in, so he got himself at least dry enough to grab some sweatpants for the rest of the evening. Then he made space for her, in case she wanted to shower too.

"Um... I'll just take a short look downstairs, make sure, that generator won't die on me before they bring the new one."

Fortunately he sounded far more casual than he felt after that short silly little idea he had just gotten in the shower. Probably Natasha would just laugh, or find it awkward or something, tell him to grow up... But for once he really did need to make a short check on the house, he always did in the evening, when he slept at home. These five minutes had become something of a ritual, mostly more to relish this seldom known feeling of security, of something that was his and that he was needed in. And since he already had to put on a jacket and shoes for that... Well, then he could as well do a short visit in that shop next door, owned by a very friendly, quiet old man who pretty much was the only person except for Natasha Clint wanted to deal with today still.

"Back in a second."

Hopefully his slightly red cheeks could be blamed on the shower. Though he did have a feeling, Natasha knew him far too well anyway to buy it.

Looking back over her shoulder at Clint she returned his smile before grabbing a towel and a washcloth for herself. “I was planning on it,” she said, because she had packed enough clothes for their trip along with something to wear tomorrow, but nothing for tonight.

Leaning back against the washer, Natasha watched him curiously as he suddenly made a turn for the awkward. It could be her nudity distracting him, but it was hardly enough to have him blushing and acting cagey, not anymore. Even so, she let him go do whatever it was he didn’t want her to know he was doing, her mind turning over all the various possibilities but coming up with nothing satisfactory.

Tying her hair back so it wouldn’t get wet, she stepped into the shower just long enough to clean the mess from her body before drying off and heading back to his bedroom to raid his closet again. Settling on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt that both looked rather oversized on her, she moved back to the kitchen to collect up the money and wait for the food to arrive.

Dancing in the Dark (for farmboyhawk)

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