study_in_scarlet | Dancing in the Dark (for farmboyhawk)

There were these nights when they would tease each other for hours, exotic experiments, rides of pleasure and pain, dragged out orgasms... Both their bodies whipped into adrenaline heights that left no room for clear thinking, for memories, for the usual weight on their souls, until they would all but black out in each other's arms.

And then there were moments like this when there was no game on at all, no need to escape the world violently. Just two people falling for each other again and again, treasuring and spoiling the gift of the other's body. In such moments Natasha didn't really have to do more than offer herself like that, with that inviting tone in her voice, to make his brains short circuit in a whole different way.

She was just too fucking gorgeous.

He was longing for her and there was no way she wouldn't feel it, close as they were now. But instead of doing something about that right away, he took her offer gladly and let his hands roam her skin, softly flushed from both the bath and the thrumming arousal never quite going away. He molded her legs gently in a tight embrace behind his back so her crotch was closely pressing into his, leaving him just harder against her, quickening breath ghosting over her skin when he pressed his face against her neck.

Just as slow he made his way back up until her sweet small butt cheeks melted into his caressing hands, another shudder going through his heated lower body when their embrace tightened. With one hand softly keeping her close right there, the other traced the fine line of her back, pulling her against him until her glorious full breasts were trapped right between their quickly rising and falling chests. Her nipples were still hard against his skin, tempting him to flicker his fingertips over them playfully while his mouth went back to seeking hers. With her lower lip gently held between his teeth, he sought her her gaze, his smile shining through his eyes.

God, he was fucking crazy for her.

He treated her so reverently, worshipping her body with his eyes and his hands, and it made her heart beat a little faster because she knew how much he meant it, how much he enjoyed just touching her.

Obediently wrapping her legs around him and pressing herself close, she pressed a soft kiss to his temple as he nuzzled against her neck. He pulled her closer, his touch forever gentle, and she let out a quiet sigh and practically melted into the embrace, her arms tightening around his shoulders just slightly. She could feel his heart beating against her chest, feel her own answering back, and when he paused with her lip trapped between his teeth she opened her eyes to find him gazing back at her. His eyes were always so expressive, and right now they were filled with pure love and happiness. She hoped he could see the same in hers.

God, she was so fucking in love with him.

It was only the smallest of movements, of his hand moving away from that little teasing game with her sensitive nipple, wandering upwards to pull her in for a deeper, long kiss. Just shifting back against the tub wall to have her lean more comfortably against him, which had her bare middle rub just tighter against him.

Just like that the spell wasn't exactly broken but it had to make more space for less ethereal, more primal feelings, drowning in his short moan and the way his hardened length twitched against her immediately.

"Want you", he murmured, a little out of breath, when he was done ravaging her mouth with his tongue, dueling hers down in a fierce, quick dance deep in her waiting mouth.

Still nothing but a yearning, turned on request, leaving her the option to say no anytime, but fuck, she was so close now, slick and wet against him from water foam and maybe a little of their game... He needed to feel her, experience this close, natural form of attraction that had drawn them to each other from day 1 on once more.

One hand still comfortable resting on the small of her back, it was already making its way between her spread legs from behind. Joining that tight heat of body parts rubbing together until playful fingertips were making their way around her soft, smooth flesh, massaging, teasing, never quite coming close to enter her as if waiting for permission. His mouth had found the way back to the side of her throat, placing kisses on every of the bruises he had left on her without even coming close of adding a new one.

The kiss turned from slow and teasing to demanding and heated, a change that Natasha welcomed readily. She felt him twitch against her and held him tighter, kissed him harder, until they were both gasping for air.

Two words were all he spoke, his hand already slipping deep under the water to tease her and make damn sure she was just as interested as he was. Grinding against him, she pushed back against his waiting fingers, giving him access, giving him permission, giving him anything he wanted. Closing her eyes as his kisses turned gentle again against her neck, she ran one hand up to cup the back of his neck, encouraging him to continue. Two words were all he spoke, but she only needed one to answer, her breath playing across his ear. “Yes,” she said before catching his earlobe between her lips and sucking on it gently.

Feeling her respond so willingly always made things even hotter and mostly, easier. It was something Clint needed just as much as Natasha needed him to be considerate, careful, watchful with her. Something that had long become instinct generally in their partnership and still was most important, especially when things got intimate.

That she was able to enjoy being close with him so much, never failed to amaze him, to make him happy. There couldn't be a day when he would be too tired, drunk, caught up or anything to not have that everlasting invisible safety net on, to be alert and as careful as the situation in question demanded.

When she was relaxed like that from their tender exchange and warm water, there wasn't a huge amount of that care necessary but he still preferred to have his hand touch her first, partly for selfish reasons... He just loved to watch her feel lust when he was still mostly coherent.

Also she just felt goddamn wonderful and he would never get tired of that feeling, of how her muscles responded to him when he gently slipped his fingers inside her. A warm silky promise that left him press his crotch harder against her instantly, drew silent gasps from his lips, and Natasha's mouth working a most sensitive spot just added to that growing want. He fell into a soft, slow rhythm of thrusting and circling while their hips rubbed tightly together and more and more moans fell from his lips, that throb of pleasure going through his groin became more persistent and demanded attention. But it was still easily controllable, so he waited for her to make that final move.

Clint was the most considerate lover Natasha had ever had. She didn’t know if it was just how he was, or if it was just with her, and it didn’t really matter. He always made sure everything was on her terms, and while it sometimes could be frustrating that he never took on the dominant role she could never fault him for it. He never used her, never took what he wanted without her express permission, never took more than she was willing to give, and that was a big part of the reason she enjoyed being with him so much. She could relax with him, could trust him completely, could just let herself go and enjoy every touch and every sensation with no worry that things might take an unexpected turn. Only with Clint could she ever truly let herself go.

Letting out a quiet sigh when he slipped his fingers inside of her, she contracted around him, working his hand a little to tease him for what was to come. Running her tongue along the inside of his ear, she ground her hips against his, matching his rhythm, but when his moans became as persistent as his hard shaft pressing against her she finally pulled back enough to meet his eyes. Nudging his arm to get him to withdraw his fingers, she slipped a hand down between them and gave his cock a few soft strokes before lifting her hips and slowly sinking down over him.

The warm water carried them and made their act more of a gentle wave than a mindless ride, matching the slow gentleness that already guided them through the morning.

Clint held Natasha close but not tight with his hand softly placed on her ass and let her move at her pace. Merely pressing into her with the resistance she needed to have all the right spots stimulated.

His other hand drew lazy circles over her back, her stomach, her breasts, clever fingertips making sure her hardened nipples never got forgotten in their game. She felt a little more sensitive than usual so he didn't work her as hard as some other days, just massaged and carefully tugged on the tender skin in between.

She felt overwhelming as always around him and had him twitch and shiver forcefully with this evil work her muscles did, but unlike yesterday when they had had to hurry on that plane, he felt no need to fuck her into completely incoherency in record time.

Instead he kept on caressing her, on spoiling her neck and shoulder with his lips and sought her mouth again and again for deep, tender kisses. In between his arms would close tighter around her, pulling her a little closer, his back arching when a wave of pleasure hit especially hard, but he felt far from the need of finishing off rapidly.

"You're so fucking perfect", he murmured into her ear next time it was close enough for such a rough, tender whisper, followed by a playful bite.

As much as she enjoyed it hard and fast like in the airplane bathroom, moving slow and gentle like this had every cell in her body thrumming. She loved the feel of his hands roaming all over her, of being able to press herself close to him and feel his warm, wet skin against hers.

His hands were magic, and forever careful with her. Sometimes she thought he knew her body better than she did, and the way he kept his touch soft seemed to prove that. She still wasn’t feeling completely right, but he seemed to sense it and with each touch and each kiss he brought her back to herself.

Wrapping her arms tighter around him she buried her face in his neck and rotated her hips, her movements shallow, just wanting to keep him close, wanting to keep him inside her, filling her. The kisses were just as slow as their building crescendo; slow and tender and full of more meaning than words could express. She thought she could stay like this forever.

His words against her ear made her smile and contract around him just a little harder. He knew how she felt about the word ‘perfect’, but the more he said it the more used to it she was getting. She knew what he meant now, that she was perfect for him, and that she could accept as she felt the same way about him. “And you’re beautiful,” she replied. She knew it wasn’t a term men tended to appreciate being called, but it was true. He was the most beautiful person she had ever met. Nobody could deny his physical appeal, but he had a beautiful heart and a beautiful soul, and he made her feel like maybe she could do, that her beauty wasn’t all on the outside.

It was strange, being called something like that, as opposed to the compliments about his performance or his fitness that he could relate to. Clint knew that he wasn't a handsome man and had never put much thought into that. He had enough other bullshit to deal with.

But he thought, he could accept Natasha seeing him like that easily. They were beautiful for each other, and that was really all it needed.

He answered her with a smile that carried just a hint of embarrassment, glad that his skin was too flushed to show his cheeks suddenly burning, and gently caressed her lips with his fingertips before pulling her in for another kiss. From slow and tentative it went again to an aroused battle of their tongues when Natasha teased him with her muscles closing around him tightly.

His hand on her ass tightened, pulling her flat against him for a few quick tight thrusts in response, her soft flesh exposed to the flexing of his abdomen muscles teasing her.

Holding her right there, he buried his face against her neck again, panting, warm, intense shivers of lust running down his back and pooling deep in his groin, demanding for more. And at the same time, his body refused to let go, make this end already when she felt so fucking wonderful around him.

"You're driving me crazy, you know that?"

Clearly not a compliment he relished, but he accepted it gracefully. Despite what Clint thought of himself Natasha found him to be very handsome, from those soulful eyes that she could never quite determine the shade of, to the smile that made her want to smile too, not to mention those strong arms that could hold her so tightly yet gently. She thought every inch of him was beautiful, and maybe another day she would make sure to give every single inch her undivided attention.

Returning the kiss, she moaned into his mouth when he pulled her closer, thrusting into her as she stayed tight around him before he fell still again, just holding her against him.

Smiling at his words, she went back to teasing his ear, knowing how much it got to him. “Do you want me to stop?” she replied, knowing full well what his answer would be.

"Yeah, right."

Clint laughed quietly and held her just tighter against him. It was nice that they could share such harmless, light moments during their nights - or mornings, in that case - together too, apart from all the adrenaline and ecstasy. He definitely never got tired of her smile and if anything it made him just long for her more.

That chuckle turned quickly into a moan though, with her mouth so skillfully teasing a very responsive spot. Shivers all the way down his neck spread warmly in his chest and left his heart beat faster than it already did. That sweet tension in his loins grew until it couldn't be ignored anymore and his hips started pressing into hers in short, tight thrusts, relishing every second of her slick flesh pressing against him, engulfing him.

With his hand still holding her close to his body he took her along on that more demanding ride, his head falling back as a strangled moan left his lips, giving away his faltering control.

Natasha felt his laugh reverberate through her and smiled brighter in return. She loved that even in these heated moments they could still make each other laugh, even if only for a moment. The building tension couldn’t be ignored, however, and when Clint finally started moving in earnest Natasha matched his rhythm.

When he threw his head back she leaned in again, placing open kisses over his chest, pressing her breasts against him, her nipples still hard and sensitive. She ground her hips against him, tightened her muscles around him, and slid one hand down his chest and around his back, teasing the top of his buttocks. Raising her head again she attacked his lips once more, sucking his tongue and swallowing his moans as their pace quickened.

Clint murmured something that surely would have spelled out "tease" if Natasha hadn't been so busy attacking his mouth with her tongue. That way it was more of a very satisfied purr with where her hand was. He scooted them a few inches away from the tub edge to give her more room to play.

His hips moved harder against hers now, giving her something to feel both under her caressing hand and where their bodies were joined closely. His skin burned from the gentle touch of her lips and he thought, he could very well get used to that. Maybe they should take a little time when next time the mood was right and no water was in the way, just for such tender touches.

Right now she had him much too caught up with her tightly working muscles. As slow as their pacing had built, as quickly she lead his body into growing need, his cock rock hard and throbbing inside of her, his movements far more determined, aimed to hit certain spots of her just right. A little teasing bite of her lower lip mixed into their passionate kiss when the next lustful shudder all through his body had him closer to the edge than he liked it.

She couldn’t get a good grip on his ass, not like he had on hers, with him sitting down, but that didn’t stop her from massaging the strong muscles under her hand, relishing in how they felt as he moved and thrust.

He changed the angle just enough that his next thrust made her gasp, her fingers tightening just a little on his flesh. “Right there,” she murmured, closing her eyes and tilting her head back in pure and utter pleasure. Her legs around him tightened, drawing him in as far as possible. She felt him shuddering, throbbing, and knew he was close, but he was doing a damn good job catching her up. Still, she couldn’t resist the urge to trace her fingers along his tailbone, teasing just at the top of his cleft. “Come for me,” she purred, consciously clenching her muscles even tighter as she drew back before taking him all in again.

A very Italian sounding curse passed Clint's lips before he hid his face tightly on Natasha's neck, his whole body going taut like a bowstring. There were nights when he would be ready and waiting for her for hours, and then, just like that, she had him with that wicked tone in her voice and the perfect way to move around him, to touch him exactly in the right places in the right moment. No chance to hold back, that sudden heat in lower regions hit him like a freight train. He could just hold on to her tightly and put as much effort in the last of his movements as possible, holding her as close to his body as the position allowed.

He was proud, somehow, that he could hold back from biting down on her skin again, instead just kissed and licked the traces of salt away there while he panted and moaned against her, completely caught in an only slowly dying aftermath.

"Um... sorry..."

This time she would impossible miss that he was blushing.

She felt his whole body tighten up before he let go, throbbing and exploding inside of her. She continued to move, milking every thrill out of him, softly caressing his shoulder and his ass until she felt him slowly coming back down.

Leaning back to look at him, she moved her hands to either side of his reddened face and met his gaze straight on. “Don’t apologise,” she said, stealing a slow kiss. “That was so hot.”

Grinning at him, she continued to rotate her hips, still stimulating herself even as he began to soften inside of her. “I always go first,” she continued, and it was the truth. It was very rare that Clint didn’t make sure she had her needs fulfilled before he let himself go. “It’s nice to know I can still shake your control and win a round or two once in a while.”

"Easily", Clint murmured, still a little caught up, leaning into the touch of her hands with half closed eyes.

Her words were calming enough, and even more, feeling how hot that whole thing had made her, that she was in fact still pretty much turned on and there was no way in hell he would leave her unsatisfied. As wonderful as she felt around him, he tended to go oversensitive after coming and gently, carefully guided her away from him to be able to touch her better.

A wicked note added to his blissed out, exhausted grin, he brought his hands to her crossed legs, easily handling her body with the strength in his arms, and made it to spin her around, having her lie back against him now, with her gorgeous body all his for playing. His hand was back on her nipples immediately, continuing that game of tugging and kneading while the other came to rest between her legs.

In spite of having just exploded, another violent shudder of lust ran through him when he could feel how wet she still was, perfect, tempting slickness that had nothing to do with the cooling water.

He could also feel himself on her he ran his fingertips through her folds, teasing, circling her most sensitive spot, and that was hotter than it probably should be.

"Love to come inside you", he murmured into her ear. "Love it how you feel."

With his palm slowly, tightly rubbing over her clit, two of his fingers slipped back inside her to continue where he had stopped just a little earlier.

What she didn’t say was that she had the advantage of already being thoroughly satisfied before getting into the tub, while Clint had been half turned on himself at that point, but she didn’t really have to say it. He knew it, but of course that wouldn’t stop him from making sure she came again before they were finished.

Once again she let him move her however he wanted, though she did let out a light laugh when he suddenly turned her around in the water and pulled her back against his chest. He wasted no time once he had her in an easier position for his wandering hands, and her laugh turned quickly into a moan.

She didn’t try to answer, but she loved it too. From the very beginning it had been like that for them, from that very first time she had assured him they didn’t need protection. S.H.I.E.L.D. made sure all their agents were in peak physical condition so they knew they were both clean, and after what was done to her in the Red Room Natasha had no worries about ever getting pregnant again. The sex had been bare and natural from the beginning and she definitely preferred it that way.

She was still incredibly turned on, and it wasn’t going to take much for Clint to tip her over the edge, especially using those amazingly skilled hands of his. Arching her back and grinding her hips, she pressed herself into his touch, throwing her head back to rest on his shoulder.

"Just like that, beautiful. Let go."

Clint closed his lips lightly enough not to bruise around that certain spot under her ear when he fault her tense up and drew back his hand just long enough to add a third finger. Softly stretching her, circling, answering the thrusts of her hips until he was buried deep inside her and his curled fingertips hit that perfect spot inside of her.

Again he couldn't help but realize how very sensitive she reacted just to the smallest touch of her hardened nipples and made sure only to caress that tender area with the rough of his fingertips to not make it worse. He made a mental note to go easier on her next time they were entangled in a wilder game and instead sucked that little spot of her neck a little harder between his lips to distract her, while his fingers kept on working her slick tightness relentlessly.

She let out a moan, long and low, when he pushed three fingers inside of her, crooking them and thrusting until he hit just where she needed him. He picked up a rhythm, barely giving her chance to breathe, but his touch on her breasts remained gentle, though it was still enough to get a reaction. Maybe all the teasing he’d done through her clothes over the weekend had chafed and left them sensitive, she wasn’t sure, and right now she didn’t rightly care, not when he was making her feel so good.

Tilting her head so that he was at a better angle to that spot of skin he found so fascinating, she continued to writhe and ride his hand until he finally brought her off for the second time that day.

She was definitely going to need a hearty lunch after this to get her energy back up.

The water was getting too cold for comfort by the time, Natasha's breathing evened out, so Clint postponed any kind of cuddling to a later point.

He still went carefully, easy on her when he drew back his hand, waiting until she felt completely relaxed in his arms. A tender kiss onto her neck followed, and a short but tight hug, a very satisfied sigh rumbling in his chest, before he lazily reached for the tub plug with his toes and opened it.

Natasha still felt completely soft and exhausted against him, so kept her in his arms when he got up and angled for the next towel to wrap her into, soft, slow caresses rubbing her skin dry before she could start to freeze.

"You good?", he asked with a smile. "We can try the pasta in the freezer for lunch if you rather take it easy for the rest of the day."

She sagged back against him as she slowly came back down, her breathing slowly evening out. She wanted to stay there, safe and loved in his arms, but the water was growing cold and despite the heat outside she could already feel a chill running up her spine.

He lifted her up with him like she weighed nothing and she didn’t protest. Clint never made her feel weak, he knew better than anyone how strong and dangerous she was, but he liked to take care of her, and sometimes it was nice to be taken care of.

“Good is a bit of an understatement,” she said, grinning at him as he toweled her off. Taking the towel from his hands, she wrapped it around herself before stepping out onto the mat, beckoning for him to follow her. “We have plenty of time to relax, but today I think we should go to one of your favourite restaurants, maybe take a walk along the beach, and go to bed early to get our clocks reset. What do you think?”

"You always have the best plans, dear partner of mine."

At the mention of certain perfect restaurants all around the neighborhood, Clint's stomach started grumbling at once and he suddenly was very much in a hurry to get dressed. A trip to the beach also sounded pretty perfect, but the walk down to Naxos and especially the way back up could be long and as Natasha said... They could use a bit of early rest today.

Fortunately, he had a solution for that ready.

"I'll wait outside."

This time basecap and glasses were taken along since noon heat was about to kick in, only his phone stayed were it was when he left, in a hurry to see if his beloved little baby was ready for a first ride. The little extension on the back of the house couldn't even be called a garage but for something that was more scooter than motorcycle, it did well enough. After giving it a few minutes to recover, the engine went back to work obediently and Clint could roll the little dark green monster to the front door.

"I'm afraid, I don't have helmets", he remarked, apologetically. "No one here is really wearing them. I promise not to crash us."

Just the mention of food made his stomach growl, and he was out of the tub, toweled off and dressed in record time. “I’ll be a few minutes,” she said, amused as he practically ran from the house, leaving her alone to get ready. It could be just so he could more easily resist temptation and not distract her while she dressed, but she had the feeling he had something up his sleeve.

Dressing in a simple, powder-blue sundress, Natasha brushed out her hair, letting it fall in red waves to her shoulders. Applying a bit of light, neutral make-up, she strapped on her shoes and grabbed the small purse she had brought along. She hated carrying the things, but it was too warm for a jacket, and it probably helped to keep up appearances. Most normal women carried purses, right?

Slipping on a pair of sunglasses, she stepped out onto the front porch to find Clint waiting for her on a scooter. She had heard the sound of the engine coughing to life but had assumed it was a neighbour.

She tried to contain her smile.

“This is going to wreak havoc on my hair,” she said as she stepped down from the porch, locking the door behind her. To be honest, she was equal parts amused and excited. “You are full of surprises, Barton,” she said with complete and utter affection as she settled herself behind him on the bike.

"Just trying to blend in. The serpentines are a lot easier to come by on two wheels than on four."

Clint tried his best to sound casual and play it cool but... Natasha looked adorable. Simple, plain pretty and so much out of job, it nearly felt unreal. He couldn't help reaching back for a short caress of her knee when she was settled, shooting her a smile that was all affection.

"Hold on, signorina, we're going for a ride."

Before things could get too solemn, he quickly fled into another joke and started the bike before he could embarrass himself further.

His favorite place was still there, he had already seen that from the corner of his eye yesterday on their way up here, and not much had changed. Da Zio Turi still looked just on that side of shabby, with outside walls that could use fresh paint and half hidden behind an overgrown hedge, to keep the tourists away. But inside it was flawlessly clean and inviting. All wood and blue and white table clothes and curtains, with a perfectly working air conditioning and good old fashioned Italian country playing not too loudly in the background.

Also, Zio Turi made both the best pasta and homebrewn grog in Middle Europe and right now Clint felt as if he was starving. Sex with Natasha tended to do that to him.

There were few guests and the landlord personally welcomed them. Turi was fighting old age for a while now and didn't seem exactly sure where to place Clint's face, but his eyes were kind and honestly happy looking about meeting an old friend when they shook hands. They had hardly taken their place by the window when they were already presented with a big plate full of starters, dark bread and three different hearty spreads, all on the house.

Clint could already tell, this day wouldn't help that certain little tightness of his belt.

Dancing in the Dark (for farmboyhawk)

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