study_in_scarlet | Dancing in the Dark (for farmboyhawk)

And just like that a shadow passed over Clint’s mood, and Natasha immediately regretted her question. She had imagined him stopping here between missions, figured he must have come back a few times for the people to know him, but she hadn’t anticipated that even his safe haven could hold some bad memories.

“I’m sorry,” she said quietly. Catching his hand, she stopped them and turned him to face her. “We won’t think about it any longer, and we don’t have to talk about anything you don’t want to while we’re here, okay?” Squeezing his hand, she offered a soothing smile.

“This is our time, and we can do whatever you want. We won’t discuss work, it will be a true escape.” Raising her other hand to his face, she ran her fingertips lightly along his jaw. “If you want to talk, though, I am here to listen.”

She didn’t want him to think that she didn’t want to talk about the heavy stuff, that she didn’t want him to open up to her. On the contrary, she hoped that this trip would go a long way to healing him, and part of that would probably involve discussing his pain and his fears. She didn’t want to push him, however, at least not at first. “Anything you want, I’m here.”

"I'll remember that."

For the moment Clint really didn't feel much like going into this further. But he wanted to let Natasha know, it was okay, that she had done nothing wrong. He could have waved the question off, after all.

So he leaned down for another of these soft, swift kisses, this time on her forehead, and held her close in his arms for a moment before they continued their way. By now the sun was gaining considerably strength, and being outside without any protection only lead to headaches. That wasn't what they needed on their first day.

At his front door they had a not so pleasant surprise waiting. Obviously that kitten, Natasha had cuddled before, was a clever little bastard. It had known exactly where to find them. At least now he could grin again.

"That fleabag will be following you on your heel if you encourage it. Don't say I didn't warn you."

Something Natasha had always been grateful for with their relationship was how well they could communicate without words at all. Some things needed to be said, but times like this words were not necessary. She knew he wouldn’t have said as much as he had if he hadn’t wanted to, and he knew she wasn’t upset that he didn’t want to talk about it anymore. They said as much as needed to be said.

Picking up the pace a little until they finally got back to Clint’s little house, Natasha chuckled when they found they had company waiting.

“I did nothing of the sort,” she said, scooping the kitten up in one hand. “I suppose you are more of a dog person?” Holding the kitten up in front Clint’s face a moment as if to challenge him to deny how adorable it was, she took a few steps away from the door and set it down again.

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Something Natasha had always been grateful for with their relationship was how well they could communicate without words at all. Some things needed to be said, but times like this words were not necessary. She knew he wouldn’t have said as much as he had if he hadn’t wanted to, and he knew she wasn’t upset that he didn’t want to talk about it anymore. They said as much as needed to be said.

Picking up the pace a little until they finally got back to Clint’s little house, Natasha chuckled when they found they had company waiting.

“I did nothing of the sort,” she said, scooping the kitten up in one hand. “I suppose you are more of a dog person?” Holding the kitten up in front Clint’s face a moment as if to challenge him to deny how adorable it was, she took a few steps away from the door and set it down again. <Run along, little one,> she said in perfect Italian before straightening up and rejoining Clint at the door.

Clint raised an eyebrow in surprise at the little demonstration of Natasha's language skills. Of course he knew that she spoke all kinds of languages, but sometimes she still surprised him with how well and fast she picked up on them.

"Love your accent", he chuckled, watching the little visitor vanish through a hole in the hedge.

He very much doubted they had seen it for the last time. Not the way it had just looked at him on Natasha's arm, with that smug, nearly triumphing little purr. Little bastard knew exactly it had found someone with a soft spot.

"I don't mind cats", he claimed stiffly, though when they entered, not wanting to spoil the game. "I just wish they got the population in southern countries under control."

Because, really, you wanted to search for the next shotgun when these fleabags started to have midnight conversations or orgies right in front of your house. But he kept that little detail to himself and busied himself with a new water bottle from the fridge instead.

"So... about that bath..."

He leaned against the kitchen counter with one eyebrow raised and didn't even try to hide his very curious glance down Natasha's body. Really, he maybe needed to go sure he didn't have concurrence in the shape of a meowing devil.

“You love all my accents,” Natasha teased, watching the cat vanish before stepping past Clint and into the house. She wasn’t a pet person; not because she didn’t like animals, but because they had been used as part of her training in the past and those lessons weren’t easily forgotten. Besides, she didn’t need anything depending solely on her for it’s life; some days it was struggle enough to keep herself alive.

That didn’t mean she sometimes didn’t consider it, though.

“As much as people like to domesticate them, they are still animals, and not so easily controlled,” she said, sticking her bottom lip out slightly at him to playfully mock the whole grumpy facade he was putting on.

Of course it didn’t take long for Clint’s mind to wander and Natasha rolled her eyes as she snatched the bottle from his hand and took a drink. “You’re little more than an animal yourself,” she said, grinning at him. Taking one last sip before handing the water back, she made sure to dribble a little on her chin and tilted her head back so that a few droplets ran down her neck to disappear beneath her shirt. “A bath does sound good, though...”

Keeping her eyes on his face, she slowly unbuttoned her shirt, starting at the bottom, button by painstaking button. When she reached the last one, though, she abruptly turned her back on him before slipping off the shirt and tossing it over her shoulder at him and heading toward the bathroom.

"Sure. Snatch a few more cells from my brain and I'll start chasing my own tail."

Clint pretended to be sulking, to not trace the line of these wicked little drops falling onto her skin with his eyes, but couldn't keep his frown for long when Natasha started to undress.

"And you're a goddamn tease", he called after her, her shirt perfectly caught in his right hand- at least his reflexes obviously worked, even when he went a little caveman on her.

And well, just because they were obviously out to poke each other right now, he didn't resist burying his face in the soft fabric, a very pleasured smile on his lips that he didn't need to fake. God, he loved her smell.

By the time he had his boiling blood under control again, Natasha had already figured out the few functions of that huge ceramic tub that inherited the whole corner by the window, enough for two people to easily sit there side by side... or of course a little closer if desired. He had already gotten rid of his shirt and watched Natasha with heated eyes, waiting for her to continue her little game. There was still a certain challenge from yesterday on the airport on his mind and he wouldn't put it past her aiming for revenge now.

Natasha’s laugh rang through the house at his accusation, but she didn’t stop to reply. Making a beeline for the tub, she already had the water mixed and running by the time Clint joined her in the bathroom. Turning to face him, she let her eyes move over him appreciatively when she found he had already lost his shirt. It was a sight she was sure to have lots of time to grow even more accustomed to over the following weeks.

“Think you worked up enough of a sweat to deserve this?” she asked, moving to stand directly in front of him. Ducking her head, she ran the flat of her tongue across his chest, tasting the slight salt on his skin. “I’m not so sure...”

Leaning back to meet his eyes again, she grabbed the waistband of his shorts and pulled him a half step closer before undoing the button and zipper and pushing the shorts over his hips to pool at his feet on the floor.

"Not sure...", Clint gasped at the sudden attack of her mouth. Well, if that was how she wanted to play it, he would gladly go along.

Ignoring the small but undeniable interest going on under his clothes, he willingly stepped out of them at her motion and returned the favor gladly then. Only he went down onto his knees in a fluid motion after his hands had sneaked their way onto her hips and under her shorts. He slid them down easily along with her underwear and kept his hands softly caressing on her calves then, looking up at her from lust darkened eyes, taking in the sight of her nearly nude, beautiful form.

"I do have time for a little workout until the water is ready, though..."

He nuzzled his stubble covered cheek against her thigh and placed slow, open mouthed kisses on her skin while his hands made their way up her legs, cradling her thighs, the pale round curve of her ass.

"Think I can earn my ticket into that tub with you?"

She had planned to get him worked up, to touch him as she wanted to but not let him touch her, but when his hands moved to her hips and and he pushed down her shorts, when he nuzzled against her leg and softly kissed her skin, any idea of pushing him away flew right out the window. It felt too good having him touch her like that, having him on his knees before her, practically worshiping her body and the very ground she stood on. She could always tease him later.

“Hmm,” she muttered, running her hands back through his hair. “I think you have a decent shot at it, but you better make it good. There’s not a lot of time.”

The tub was oversized and would take much longer to fill than a normal one, but Clint enjoyed taking his time and drawing her pleasure out, so he would definitely have to change his game to beat the clock.

With a quiet, satisfied sigh, Clint leaned into her touch, pressed against her hand to let her know she was welcome to both hold on to him and handle him just like she needed it.

"Trust me, beautiful..."

He ran one hand back down to her knee and nudged it gently over his shoulder, so the nude inviting softness between her legs was presented right in front of his hungry eyes.

"I don't need hours to make you come really... good."

He neared her skin with every huskily whispered word more until he could see his breath leave goose bumps on it and her beloved scent hit his senses, intoxicating, promising and positively addicting. Helping her keep her balance with his hands firmly holding her hips, he let his tongue dart forward, lapping on her sensitive exposed lips in long strokes, parting them for his greedy administrations. Her sweet, well known taste lingered in his mouth when he sucked her flesh into his mouth. Nibbling, teasing for just a few seconds before he pressed his face closer to his destination and pushed his tongue deeply inside her body.

His pleasured moan rang against her skin as he started to thrust into her, fast and deep with every more, the way he would have done it with his fingers to drive her absolutely crazy in record time.

“Always,” she muttered, the word barely audible. It didn’t matter where they were or what they were doing, she trusted him entirely with everything she had and everything she was.

Shifting one hand down to grip his shoulder, she draped her knee over his other one, her fingers tightening in his hair as she steadied herself. Of course Clint was there to help her, his strong hands holding her firmly. She could feel his breath on her most sensitive skin, and could already feel herself softening and growing wet, but thankfully he didn’t keep her waiting, and that first abrupt lick had her shivering and sucking in a breath. She really should have sat down for this, but she knew he wouldn’t let her fall, the idea of which made her even hotter.

“Oh god...” she moaned when he started thrusting into her, his face buried hard against her so she could feel his own moaning reverberating through her. “I love it when you fuck me with your tongue,” she breathed, fingernails digging into his shoulder slightly. “You’re so good with your mouth.”

Answering would have demanded taking his mouth off her, so Clint skipped it, but he made it his job to look up at Natasha directly. Especially when he moved his mouth a little upwards to lap at her clit next. His cheeks and chin were faintly glistening from her growing lust, her wonderful taste strong in his mouth, and he didn't really like the idea that this wasn't going to take long. But- priorities. Enough time to induldge in his addiction in the next weeks. For now he had kind of a deadline to fulfill...

It was a challenge he gladly took, completely focusing on finding Natasha's most sensitive spot with his busy tongue. His initial enthusiastic attack had left that one sweet nub slightly engorged to his kisses and licking, and before long, he drew it gently between his lips and started working it over with the tip of his tongue.

With his eyes still locked on her face he watched every of her reactions, her skin flushing with lust, her fast, hectic breathing. Without surprise felt himself growing more than just a little interested just from that. She was so fucking gorgeous, he would never get tired of looking at her. He shifted a little in his kneeling position when his hips started to move involuntarily, the quickly growing heat left his cock laying heavily against his thigh, but made no move to touch himself. Later.

He did take one hand off her hip, though, still supporting her weight with the other and the shoulder she rested on, to run it up her chest, over the thin bra she was still wearing that by now revealed more than it was hiding. Sure fingertips finding one of her nipples, he kneaded it into hardness while he kept on sucking on her most sensitive point, deep moans and sighs rumbling in his throat.

Whenever he did this before Clint always took his time, using both his mouth and his fingers to bring her slowly off, but Natasha was unsurprised to find that he could bring her to the brink quickly if he so desired. He was relentless, all tongue and lips and moans that vibrated against her, and she leaned more heavily against him as her leg began to tremble.

When he moved one hand she clung desperately to his hair, his shoulder, and by the time his hand found her breast she was already getting close. His name escaped her lips in a whimper and she pushed herself harder against him, her hand tightening in his hair. She had thought this would be a challenge for him on such a short time limit, but apparently she drastically underestimated his talent.

When she pressed herself tighter against him, Clint gave a satisfied, aroused grunt, catching the signal easily, and allowed himself to work her breast harder between his fingers. With her nipple expertly twisted and massaged between strong knuckles, he went back to lapping at her damp folds, play with the sensitive bundle of flesh and nerves on top with increasing pressure of his flat tongue.

For another sweet moment of intense sensation he dipped inside her body again, wound her up a little more with quickly swirling his tongue inside of her. Then he was right back at sucking her clit back between his lips, rubs and nibbles coming much quicker and harder now, in time with his fingertips working her just a tad too hard to challenge her.

All the while he hummed and moaned happily against her body, encouraged by her sounds of pleasure and the tight, nearly painful way she clutched down on his hair. His hand holding her tightened its grip when he felt her tremble, urging her to let herself fall, assuring her that he had her. Now and always.

Not only was he working her faster, but harder and rougher as well. It was a different sensation than usual, but not at all unpleasant. Not at all.

He held her tightly but she was afraid to let go so she dug her fingers harder into his shoulder and tried to find her voice, tried to let him know that she was close, but all that she could utter was another loud moan. There was nothing to lean her back against, nothing to fully support her weight but him; if her leg gave out she would fall.

He wouldn’t let her fall.

She knew it in that moment as strongly as she knew that he loved her. He would hold her up, he would support her, just as he always did, just as she did for him when he needed it. He would never hurt her, and he would do everything in his power to keep anything else from hurting her. If she fell he would catch her.

She let herself go.

The moment he could feel her fall apart against him, Clint put both his hand tightly around her hip again, held her safe and steady as her trembling started and concentrated even more on stimulating that one magical spot with his relentlessly working tongue. He kept his mouth as close against her as possible, licked and sucked her through the wave of her pleasure with her clit gently held between his teeth, and let his own moans of pleasure sound through the dampening air of the bathroom along with hers.

Still caught up in his own pleasure, he was very thorough licking the traces of her lust from her skin when she started to calm down, while his hands started to wander again, caressing her thighs, her back. After another soft, long kiss onto her stomach, he pressed his face gently against her hip, trying to get his own heavy breathing under control. Not too easy with her taste still in his mouth and the remains of her lust on his skin that he couldn't resist licking off.

He should be getting up probably and make sure that tub wasn't getting too full while Natasha was still caught up in the aftermath... But it kind of felt nice just being by her side like that for a few moments, with her perfectly shaped legs under his caressing hands and her smell still so close, making it hard to ignore his own arousal.

Even as she shook and bucked against him he still held her firm and carried her through, extending her pleasure at the greatest heights. It was intense, and by the time she started to come down she felt weakened and spent. Realizing she had dug her nails into his shoulder she loosened her grip once she had both feet under her again, her other hand stroking softly through his hair to make up for how hard she had been pulling it only moments ago.

“We should probably check the water,” she said, her voice sounding hoarse, but she too made no move to do that just yet. Her hands moved to rest between his shoulder blades in a loose embrace as he pressed his face against her and just stayed there, holding her gently yet close as the last shivers travelled through her body. “I do believe you’ve earned it.”

"Nothing like a good morning workout."

Her reminder of their little game had him grin and broke the spell so he could bring himself to get up and turn the water off. Natasha had found just the right temperature to stay in there for a while but not start too hot when it was already warm enough outside, so he wasted no time climbing in. Stretching out under the thin layer of foam helped relaxing and chase an overdose of hormones off. He liked the view from here. The neighbor had quite a nice garden with the mandarin oranges just being in full bloom, and in the bright sunlight the colors were blinding.

But right now, admittedly, his eyes were more on another target. He leaned his head back lazily against the tub edge and wiggled his eyebrow at Natasha in an inviting manner.

Even though Clint wasted no time in getting into the tub after her prompting, it didn’t escape Natasha’s notice that he was more than a little aroused himself from getting her off. It was one of those things that made Clint such an amazing lover: he got almost as much enjoyment out of pleasuring her as she did.

Catching the look he gave her she rolled her eyes and grinned at him in return. Pulling the bra off over her head and dropping it into the pile with their other clothes, she redid her ponytail into a messy, loose bun before stepping in and lowering herself into the tub across from him.

“I could get used to this,” she sighed contently, sinking low so only her head was above the water and stretching her legs out on either side of his.

"We should vote for a thing like that installed in every headquarter room", Clint agreed, still with that lazy grin on his face.

It had been just a short glimpse but he wouldn't ever get tired of the pleasure of Natasha's beautiful curves bare from all clothes. It always made him feel like a teenager seeing a naked woman for the first time. He convinced his libido - which thankfully was still kind of caught up in jet lag anyway - that now wasn't the time and kept his hands to himself for the moment.

There were other things to enjoy right now. Like watching Natasha's pale skin glow softly in the same bright light falling in through the window that he had just been admiring. See her relax in a way he hadn't often experienced it, free from the constant pressure of the next shooting or masquerade waiting. Things had fallen so naturally into place that he had to wonder why they had never done this before.

And at the same time he knew, of course, knew that the guy he had been before all this alien stuff wouldn't be here with her now, with the main concern being what there would be on his plate for lunch. For years - decades merely - there had been nothing but playing with the big guys on his plan. Doing his best, doing good for the world, chasing absolution for too many killshots he had taken without questioning. Playing the hero that no one had asked for.

Maybe he needed to be thankful for what happened in a way. At least it had woken him up from that illusion that a circus kid with a bow and an arrow could make a difference.

“I don’t know about that,” Natasha replied, closing her eyes and resting her head back on the edge of the tub. “Do you really want to see all of our coworkers in little to no clothing in every room we walk into?”

She knew she should probably offering to return the favour, but Clint seemed rather relaxed already without it, and they never really worked that way. Usually they took their pleasure together, but sometimes they just gave it without agenda, expecting nothing in return. Besides, it wasn’t like she wouldn’t be good for it later, probably even before they got out of this tub. She was a tease, but she rarely left him wanting.

Very few people had seen her truly relax, mostly because it was something she rarely did. She could feign a perfect mask of relaxation, but Clint knew her too well to fall for it, so he knew this was the real thing. She would find it strange too if she let herself think about it, about the sequence of events that had led to them being here, but she didn’t think about it, didn’t think about anything; she just shut her mind off and let herself enjoy the moment, her toes idly brushing against Clint’s sides.

"Well, there are a few people I can think of who'd be interesting to look at. You know, for science matters."

He chuckled quietly to himself, eyes never leaving Natasha's face, and he found himself in love once more, with just the way she looked right now. With her lips slightly parted, a little red from the little encounter they had just had, where she probably had bitten down... Though he preferred to see her beautiful hair all wild and open flowing usually, that ponytail left her elegant features very clear, very young looking, without any make up or the usual frown when they had to prepare some kind of bullshit later on a day. With her eyes closed, there was a small drop of water caught in her lashes that he wanted to kiss away if he hadn't been so damn lazy.

He chuckled again when her toes found a ticklish spot - damn, he had thought she wasn't aware of that one - and moved his arm closer to his body to catch her ankle, tease her sole a little with just one fingertip.

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“Of course, but one in every room might be a bit excessive,” she said, eyes still closed. “We are meant to be prepared for anything at all times, but I don’t think that that is what anyone had in mind.”

She could feel his eyes on her, his gaze as warm as the sun that filtered in through the open window. She knew he was studying her, but he made no move to touch her until she found a spot that made him jump slightly and grab her ankle in his hand. Her face lighting up in a bright smile, she slowly opened her eyes to look at him. Most of her ticklish spots had been trained out of her as a child, but there were a few not so obvious ones that still lingered a little. Her foot was not one of them.

“What’s the matter, Barton,” she teased, raising her free leg to place her foot flat right on the middle of his chest.

"Just enjoying the view", Clint claimed, grinning widely, full teeth and everything.

The mood was shifting and he didn't mind at all, preferred it in fact to things becoming too melancholic. It was so much more interesting, running his fingertips all over the soft, smooth skin of her foot, on a half-hearted hunt for at least the smallest ticklish point. When he couldn't find any, his touch shifted to a more tender nature, palm and fingertips gently working all these sensitive points he had gotten to know over the weekend, the ones had had her sigh and purr.

"Trying to keep me on distance, red?", he asked in a deliberate low voice, muscles right there where she had her foot placed contracting and releasing enough for her to feel.

Natasha sighed contently when his touch became less fleeting and more tender. When they were at work or out in public they were perfectly capable of keeping their hands to themselves. They could go days without so much as a brush of hands, but here, alone... it was like they had developed an addiction and needed to be in close contact, or at least close enough that they could be in contact, at all times. Maybe it was just because they could, because they didn’t have to hid nor be professional, but whatever it was she wasn’t complaining.

Raising her eyebrows at him when he flexed his muscles under her foot, she sank lower in the water until her chin touched the surface, her eyes never leaving his.

“You said you were enjoying the view, and since you see better from a distance I thought I was helping,” she said, innocently.

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