study_in_scarlet | Dancing in the Dark (for farmboyhawk)

"Now, don't make me go all jealous boyfriend on you."

Clint took the opportunity gladly to steer the conversation away from too intimate exchanges. The cold autumn air awaiting them on the viewing terrace further helped cool things down until they would have arrived in their retreat. At least he didn't feel like pulling Natasha in the next dark corner and make her moan and writhe under his hands anymore.

Leaning on the high balustrade seaming the terrace, he spent a few quiet minutes watching the arrival and departure of dozens of planes, numbers and names listing down in his mind like on a monitor. As hard as he was trying to indulge in the curiosity and admiration he had once felt for these powerful machines... The melancholy wouldn't leave.

Maybe it was better that S.H.I.E.L.D. wouldn't let him anywhere near his beloved little Falcon baby. Probably he wouldn't even be able to start the engines without another flashback. Aside from the never leaving sadness and guilt, anger swelled in him. As if it wasn't enough, everything this Asgardian bastard had done, the destruction he had left... That Clint couldn't even really enjoy one of his biggest passions like before, made him furious.

"Maybe should just grow a pair of wings", he murmured. "Would make things easier."

“I never took you for the jealous type,” she said, grinning at him and bumping her shoulder against his. “I’ll keep that in mind...”

Stopping beside him, Natasha fell silent and watched the action below. She knew Clint loved this part, though not as much as he loved being in on the action, but something was different. He was too quiet, not rattling off random details about each craft, things that no normal person knew. He fell into these quiet moods a lot lately.

Would this trip really help get him back to how he was? Was it even possible? Sometimes things changed people, and sometimes it was permanent. Was this one of those cases?

She felt helpless, and that was not a feeling that Natasha handled well. She wanted to fix him, wanted to turn it all back, wanted to kill Loki for what he had done, but she couldn’t do any of that, couldn’t do anything at all. All she could do was be there for Clint in any way he needed her to be.

“We could try parasailing,” she offered, unsure how else to respond. She was trying as hard as she could, but there were some things she couldn’t help him with. Some things he had to deal with on his own.

"You are amazing, you know."

There had been a time when Clint would have called Natasha the least optimistic person on the planet. Especially in the first years after he had brought her in. He remembered just too well how often he had grown tired, exhausted, felt dragged down himself by all these anger and hate inside. The self loathing, the violence, this mistrust. How long it had taken him to carefully, gently make her turn just a little, away from the darkness, to all the beauty in the world she had never been taught to see. It had been a fight that he more than once had thought to lose.

Yet they were still standing here now, together, with him in pieces on the floor this time, and everytime he thought, there was no way, he could put himself together again... Sometimes it really took just a small smile, another light hearted idea to distract him. And her obvious determination to not let him dwell in what threatened to eat his soul up.

It hurt, seeing in her eyes the same fear, the same uncertainty that he had been through back then. That all these attempts would be for nothing and that the other one would be lost on the way anyway. If there was no other reason to get his shit together and find his way out of this bullshit, maybe he should just keep on remembering this expression.

Turning away from the runways, he softly pulled her in his arms and rested his chin on her shoulder with half-closed eyes, ignoring the curious stares and amused smiles around them. He let the cold wind wash over him, through him, allowed the tremble going through his body. Trying to let it clear his mind with Natasha's comforting warmth so close telling him, it was okay. That he could fall, let go off everything. That there would still be much waiting for him. Like the beloved smell of her hair or the everlasting concern for him of hers.

"Not going anywhere", he murmured into her ear, allowing the quiver in his voice that she would know of anyway. "Just... give me a little time."

Natasha was not an optimistic person; she didn’t look on the bright side of things so much as she looked at what was likely, what was probable. She had grown used to living day by day, and to only being able to trust and rely on herself. Slowly Clint had changed that. He had given her something to live for instead of just being too stubborn to die; he had given her something to live for instead of just surviving. In Clint she had found someone she could trust, could love, could depend on, and with him she sometimes caught herself looking forward to the future instead of just living always in the now.

She was not an optimistic person, but what she was was stubborn. Clint had fought for her, and she would not let him drag himself down without a fight either. No matter how hopeless it felt at times, she would never give up on him.

When he pulled her into his arms it took a split second for her to settle. She was still getting used to being so open with him in public when they were just being themselves instead of playing roles. It felt good, though, and more and more she was coming to terms with just how tired she was of hiding. She had built up her Black Widow persona so well over the years that it was hard to let go and just be Natasha when there were others watching, but now like never before she found herself wanting that freedom.

Slipping her arms around his back, she let herself relax into the embrace. She felt him tremble and ran one hand soothingly up and down his back; heard his voice quiver and held him just a little closer. Complete honesty, that’s what he was giving her, and it meant a lot that he wasn’t trying to hide it away.

“All the time you need,” she whispered back. “And I will be with you, every step of the way.”

This wasn't an offer Natasha would - or could - make easily. Sooner or later they would have to return to their normal lives. If he didn't feel at least a little more stable by then... Then he better hoped, Fury would be just as understanding and compliant with a request for them working together exclusively for a while, as he had been about their holiday.

But that was something Clint didn't want to worry about right now. Right now he could just live from one day to another, enjoy the time they had and not run any longer from what was wrong with him since New York. There couldn't be any bigger reassurance than knowing Natasha by his side so closely.

After a short, heavy sigh, he withdrew enough to leave a quick kiss on her lips, the most of affection he dared to give her in a place like this, and nodded shortly inside then.

"Boarding should be about to start. Two and a half hours to go, guess we'll make i through that."

Maybe they were words she would regret later, but for now she meant them, though if ‘I need time’ meant ‘I need time to wallow’ then she might not be so keen to just stand by and let it happen. She might try to be gentle and subtle at first, but if Clint needed some pushing to get through this then she would provide that too, just as he had for her.

She allowed the quick kiss before pulling out of his embrace, one arm staying around him as she took her place at his side again.

“The longest part of the trip is over,” she reminded him. Of course the last leg always seemed the longest after so long traveling, and with the excitement of getting there, but they were so close now. Just a few more hours. “And if you’re a good boy maybe we can even have a little fun in one of those tiny little airplane bathrooms,” she said with a teasing grin. It was mostly a joke, though she wasn’t opposed to the idea either. It wasn’t like they hadn’t done the whole ‘mile high club’ thing before.

"You are trying to make me embarrass myself, aren't you?"

Clint groaned theatrically but couldn't hide his grin that carried an unhealthy amount of interest in the idea, actually. At least this time Coulson wouldn't sit with his back to the door to listen...

"Just out of pure scientific interest... What would you good boy have to do to make such an encounter happening?"

He moved his arm on her shoulder a bit to be able to play with her hair and run his fingertips over the side of her neck, still grinning.

Natasha gave him her most innocent look, but his overdramatic actions won a short laugh. Just like that he was on again, whether by his own decision or whatever magical comfort her embrace offered. His mood swings were enough to give a person whiplash, but she could only hope that removing him from any stress and reminders would help him level out.

“Pure, scientific interest?” she repeated, raising one eyebrow at him. Tapping her chin with one finger as if deep in thought, she then grasped his between her thumb and forefinger and gave him a gentle shake. “That smile is a good start.”

Releasing his chin, she steered them toward their gate just as the first call for boarding came across the PA. “I should have worn a skirt,” she mused. Not that it was necessary, it just would have made things easier.

"If you keep dropping these pictures on me, we won't make it until the plane takes off", Clint warned her.

Standing in the line gave him the perfect opportunity to move close enough to her for a kiss on her shoulder, and the matching teasing bite to go with his words. As soon as they were through the controls and on the gate bridge, he stayed on perfect polite distance again, that smile still playing on his lips.

It turned out, they were actually lucky for a change. Their seats were as close to the bathroom cabins as could be, and the rows only had two seats, so they were pretty much alone on a flight that wasn't even fully booked.

Born a perfect gentleman at times, Clint offered Natasha the window seat, a now definitely wicked grin on his lips.

Sometimes he really had a one track mind, and it certainly hadn’t taken much to distract him. Her words from earlier at the arcade were likely still near the forefront of his mind, so even the slightest indication that they didn’t have to wait until they got to their destination for a little fun had been enough to get him going again.

It was quite flattering, really.

Settling into her seat, Natasha tried to hold back her own grin when she caught that look in his eyes, but it was no use. Buckling her seatbelt, she rested her hand on his knee while turning her attention out the window, watching as the gate retracted to prepare for takeoff.

Clint of course caught Natasha's amusement at his sudden excitement and gave a light, apologetic shrug. Sometimes he really was just a man, and one blessed with the fucking hottest woman on the planet as his partner. Really no use in claiming that never had any effect on his thinking.

Also, her hand on his knee didn't exactly help not imagining all the things you could do in a small private room. He was very tempted to return the favor, spread his jacket over their legs instead of hanging it up before he buckled up too, so they could have a little fun right away... But well, he had promised to behave or something. So all he did was nudge his leg closer to hers and staring past her out of the window while the plane rolled out on the runway, to not let anyone see his slightly heated cheeks.

"Half an hour in and still behaving. This is a new record, don't you think?"

He really was behaving, and she was more than a little surprised that he didn’t let his hands wander even a little bit. It was pretty impressive for him.

“I believe it is. Good boy,” she agreed, grinning over at him and patting his knee. “I think that deserves a reward.”

Looking up at the seatbelt sign which had now gone dark, Natasha unbuckled her belt and leaned over to give Clint a peck on the cheek. “Give me two minutes,” she whispered in his ear. Standing up, she moved none too innocently past him before closing herself into one of the tiny bathrooms.

It was difficult to not let at once all blood go south when Natasha passed him by definitely too close. Clint had to hold back hard from not at least teasing her in grabbing that perfect ass of hers shortly.

Somehow he managed to turn his head to the window instead, after he knew which cabin she had chosen and forced his thoughts away from whatever she might have planned. And yes, definitely her choice this time. Something in the way she had praised his behavior, left his hands shaking even a little more, and the familiar warm tickle down his spine started to settle.

He couldn't put a finger on it what it suddenly was that attracted him so much to a game he usually - literally - had to be wrestled and bound into. Usually that fighting was part of the game. Someone with the skill, the rhetoric and the duration to dominate him... Such a person was not only the only one he could accept to surrender to, it also was part of the whole appeal.

This... was different. This was about wanting to submit, to worship and obey. Maybe because last time he had been ordered around, that hadn't turned out so hot. He needed to lay control in the hands of someone whom he trusted with his whole being. He needed to learn to let go, that he had realized just an hour ago on that terrace. There was no other person he could do that with, than the woman waiting for him just a few meters away.

After he had put that confusion behind him, the rising urge to be with her was even stronger. He was on his feet as soon as the waiting time was over. He used one of the knocking signals common between them on missions too, to let her know it was him, before he entered, just shortly making sure no one noticed. People were busy with getting comfortable and making orders to the stewardess, luckily.

It was a challenge, definitely, two people moving somewhat freely in such a tiny room, but somehow he made it to squeeze inside as gracefully as possible and lock the door behind him. Then he leaned against it instead of pulling Natasha into his arms immediately, a silent but very clear sign he was more than willing to submit to her call.

Once inside the tiny stall, Natasha impatiently counted down the seconds until she heard that familiar rap upon the door. Flipping the lock, she stood back to leave room for Clint to squeeze himself in. He looked flustered, a little edgy, but she knew exactly how to take that edge off.

Pressing herself against him, she kissed him long and slow, exploring his mouth with her tongue and threading her fingers through his hair. They couldn’t exactly take their time in here, but it had been hours since she’d kissed him properly, and there was always time for one kiss.

“Mm, very good boy,” she spoke against his lips, dropping her hands down between them to undo his belt and the fastens on his jeans.

"Fuck."

Just a whisper against the touch of her lips, but it carried all the built up excitement of the last minutes. Clint wasn't really surprised that he was already reacting to her when she was just busy with his clothes. As fast as this had to happen, it wouldn't be any less intensive.

Her taste on his lips, sweet and coffee, made him long for more. His hand already moved to her neck, the other around her waist, to pull her much closer, get inside her jeans, reclaim her mouth, all at once... He stopped himself before he had hardly touched her, another hard shudder running down his spine, the same reaction that her purred praise had provoked. It had been some time but he remembered quite well how the game worked. And taking part in it on his own for once, at least for the moment without any kind of restraints, added a whole new level of arousal and anxiety.

He wanted to please her... be good for her. Definitely.

Her lips were still close enough to tease her with the slightest touch of his tongue, his nose gently bumping hers.

"What do you want me to do?"

She could feel him holding back and was confused at first before his words made her realise what he was doing. This hadn’t entirely been her intention, she had just been teasing him, but apparently he was taking it seriously. If that was what he wanted, if he wanted her to tell him what to do then she wasn’t going to argue. It was a potentially dangerous step, considering what he had been through, but maybe it was a necessary one, and right now, with her, he would have every opportunity to change his mind.

Meeting his eyes she tried to convey all of that, tried to let him know that they would only go so far as he wanted and he was free to take over at any time. She could have assured him with words, but that wasn’t really how she worked, so she let her eyes do the talking for just a moment before pressing on.

“Well...” she started thoughtfully. Pushing his jeans down over his hips, she wasted no time in freeing him from his underwear and giving him a few strokes to bring him to full attention. “I am not sitting on any surface in here.” That probably went without saying, but she said it anyway.

Pulling away abruptly, she turned to face the sink and made quick work of her own jeans. Pushing them down to her knees, her panties soon followed so she was bared and waiting for him. “I want you to take me from behind.”

"Fuck, Tash'..."

She definitely didn't lose any time which was of course better, given how little they had. She definitely hadn't forgotten how to get him wound up and ready for her in seconds.

Not that it needed much when she was talking to him in this special deep, demanding voice, and well... An order like that she didn't have to give him twice.

The series of quiet moans from his lips turned into a heavy groan when Natasha presented herself like that, bare and half clothed, and his cock went from fully alert to throbbing hard in split seconds. Temptation was big to wrap himself around her immediately and take her just as hard and fast as she had provoked this overwhelming need in him.

He let her feel it, let her know what she did to him, in pressing his body close to hers and rubbing his hardness against her soft damp folds, stroking her like he would have done it with his hand. He watched her closely in the small mirror, enjoying every sign of her pleasure on her red cheeks, her widened eyes. His hands wandered over her shirt, roughly massaging her breasts through the fabric, sure fingertips seeking out the hardness of her nipples to press and twist them.

He would have loved to touch her properly, without all the disturbing layers in the way, but this did have its appeal too, certainly... Careful to not leave a mark yet again, he made out his favorite spot on her neck, right above her shoulder, and let her feel his quick breath and moans between his kisses and nibbling, soon getting louder and more frantic when her wetness coated his skin.

"That what you want?", he whispered against her skin, lust-widened eyes seeking hers in the reflection. "Me taking you just like this? Make you feel every second?"

Pressing her palms flat against the counter, she was pleased to find that he took no more prompting than that one statement. She had thought he might want her to give him more direct orders of everything she wanted, but there was so little time and she fortunately he let her one directive be enough.

Pressing back against him, she let out a soft moan as he glided against her, sliding through her folds but not yet penetrating. With her pants constricting her movement her thighs were kept together and she squeezed them around him as he massaged and teased her breasts through her shirt.

Raising her eyes back to the mirror when he spoke, she met his gaze in the mirror and felt an extra thrill run through her. There was something strangely erotic about watching him like this, watching his hands caress her body while he nibbled at her skin.

“Yes,” she murmured, clenching her thighs again. “You feel so good.”

"Love watching you..."

His trembling hand reached up to push her hair aside so he could go all over her neck and ear with his lips, with special attention concentrated on the sensitive skin of her lobe and right below. But his eyes never left the mirror, not missing a single reaction, not a second of her eyes closing, her lips trembling with her moans.

His own pupils were blown wide, his chest rising and falling quickly, his spine tensing up with pleasure every time, Natasha's strong legs worked his hard length. Small milky drops of precum were staining her skin, until he thought he couldn't take it anymore. The delicious wet sounds of his cock teasing through her tender, wet folds drove him wild.

Already his hand was down between her legs, slowly spreading her lips apart for him. He wanted to watch her when he pushed inside her, see it in her face how much she enjoyed it, hear it in her voice. They had gone from teasing and ordering to action very soon but he didn't really worry about that... He was pretty sure, Natasha would still be in a mood for her little revenge later, when there was plenty of time and the needed tools at hand.

He went slow, gentle and especially careful given the little preparation they had had, which made it much more intensive for him as well, and harder to keep his eyes open. But somehow he managed it, stifling his moans against Natasha's shoulder as her warmth engulfed him, pressing down on him just as hard as her hand could.

She tried to keep her eyes open, but it felt far too good when he nibbled at her skin right where he knew she most enjoyed it, so she let herself relax, her head rolling to the side to give him better access to her neck. With each breath in, though, she would open her eyes to catch a glimpse of him before letting them close once more.

They were moving fast but she was ready for him when he slowly pushed inside, ever gentle and caring. Digging her nails into the counter at either side of the sink, she held back a moan, not wanting to be loud enough to draw attention to them so that they got caught. She could be loud for him later, when they were on their own with nobody else around.

Leaning forward to adjust the angle, her breath hitched slightly and it took a moment before she could open her eyes again to meet his in the mirror. “Hard and fast,” she whispered, bracing herself.

"Fuck, Nat..."

Clint meant to tell her how much it turned him own when she got that kind of bossy, just telling out clearly what she wanted and needed... And all without the stale taste of such encounters years ago, when there had been always the need for control, the hidden fears lying underneath. But he thought, she would feel it pretty well, from the way, his body pressed against hers, trembling hard, and his hardness twitched inside her tight wetness, just the stimulation of her body moving around him already drawing growls and moans from his lips.

"You look so fucking hot like that", he whispered, breathlessly, his eyes locked on her face when he started to move inside her. Just the way she had asked for it, entering her deep and tight with every thrust, rolling his hips to let her feel it just where she needed it most.

His hand stayed seated between her legs, quickly dancing fingertips seeking out to tease her clit between his movements while his other arm was firmly wrapped around her, supporting her position. Her wetness engulfing him sounded through the small room in rhythm with their moans, and in the mirror he could see himself biting down on his lip hard, trying to contain his sounds of pleasure, without too much success. Already his vision blurred from the too fast, too intensive heat floating through his body, and God, this definitely wouldn't be lasting very long.

"God... Tash'..."

At his words Natasha grinned wickedly at him in the mirror, and then he was moving, pushing into her hard and deep every time, and it was getting increasingly difficult to keep quiet. If anyone passed too close, or was waiting outside then they would surely hear the sounds both of them were making.

Clint always seemed to know exactly what she needed, and with his fingers working her clit while he pounded her from behind she could already feel that excitement building up inside. Catching sight of his reflection again, she shook her head slightly. “Not your lip,” she panted when she saw him biting rather hard on his lower lip, not wanting him to damage that mouth of his in any way. “Me.” Whether her shirt or her skin she didn’t care, she would rather him stifling his cries against her.

As if to demonstrate she took hold of the arm he had wrapped around her and raised it to her lips, keeping her other hand braced hard against the counter. Drawing the soft skin where his thumb met his hand into her mouth, she muffled her cries against it, biting down not hard enough to break the skin, but enough that he could definitely feel it.

Clint cursed when the new surge of adrenaline from that delicious little pain left his cock twitching just harder inside her. He stopped for a moment, pressing his hips hard against hers, so her slick skin caressed his groin, promising, warm and soft.

Temptation was big indeed to return the favor, leave another of these sweet red marks on her shoulder or neck... But he knew from experience that in this position, the angle wouldn't be the best. And he was determined to make her come really good even in such a short, hot encounter.

So he straightened up instead, as much as possible to not deprive Nat of her improvised gag and still keep on stimulate her swollen clit between his fingertips before he started thrusting into her again, picking up speed.

"Look at me, please", he murmured, seeking her gaze in the mirror again. "Want to see you when you come all over my cock..."

That much he still managed to get out in a quiet enough voice, but then he had to bite down on the fabric of his own shirt to keep it down, because fuck... She felt fucking amazing.

Even when he stopped moving she could still feel him twitching inside her, so she contracted her muscles around him and sucked softly at his hand. She was a little disappointed when he straightened up leaving then with less bodily contact, but when he started thrusting again the angle was just right to hit her exactly where she needed it.

His voice was rough when he spoke, but it was the word ‘please’ that made her bite him again and push back against him. She liked when he let himself take control and instructed her what to do, but the fact that he actually still asked so politely in the middle of everything was strangely hot.

Brushing her hair back and over one shoulder so he could clearly see her face, it was a struggle to keep her eyes open but she did as asked and held his gaze intensely. She watched him bite into his own shirt and answered with another bite to his hand before sucking on the skin gently, soothing it with her tongue.

She could feel that familiar feeling in her stomach, knew she was getting close, but she couldn’t keep herself from muttering one word. “Harder.”

Holding back the scream she felt welling up was not going to be easy, but luckily she was trained in such things. Who knew training in how to handle torture would come in handy in such a pleasurable situation?

That was something she didn't need to tell him twice. After the slightly rushed beginning, she had gotten used to the hectic act by now, softly, relaxed engulfing him. Save for these little wicked games of her muscles of course, that had him moan and tremble, everytime he withdrew from her just to enter her up to the hilt again.

The lose rhythm picked up even more speed, his hips now transferring all that strength that lifelong training had left in his legs, into his hard pounds, and with every of these movements he was very careful to hit that one spot deep inside just right.

It would have been difficult to keep it together in such an intensive game on a normal day already, but with Natasha's flushed, highly pleasured face so beautifully displayed right in front of his eyes... He actually had trouble not finishing this before she could reach the peak of this pleasure. In sight yet, judging from her blown pupils and the way her muscles spasmed around him more frequently... but not quite yet.

He tried to match the idle movement on his fingertips with his thrusts, finding her clit swollen and tender to his gentle rubs, so he could actually manage to pinch it softly between thumb and forefinger. Seeking to hear even more of these beautiful moans that she could hardly contain, see her lose control even more in her sweat covered face.

The familiar heat coiled hard in his lower body again and this time he didn't stop, just let it wash over him while he kept on caressing her and doing his best to muffle the sound from his lips with his own improvised gag... But fuck, that was anything but easy, with the mark of her teeth she had left still burning on his skin, the sweetest pain imaginable, and her hot wetness clamping down on him so tightly.

He threw his head back, groaning loudly between his teeth and pinched that little sensitive nub between his fingertips again, just hard enough to match his thrusts, while he felt his orgasm build quickly inside, searing hot and unstoppable.

Dancing in the Dark (for farmboyhawk)

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