study_in_scarlet | Dancing in the Dark (for farmboyhawk)

Natasha rolled her eyes at Clint’s words, but she still couldn’t quite keep the smile from her face.

She let him go just as reluctantly, but it was for the greater good, and the quicker they got back to his place the quicker they could continue this with less sodden clothing in the way. There might have been a bit of haste in their steps but they didn’t really hurry, not the way everyone else hurried around them.

Not willing to let him be the only one with wandering hands, she slid her own that rested at the side of his waist just up under the hem of his shirt, splaying wet, cold fingers against his skin.

"Tease."

He murmured it softly into her ear, making use of the short moment they had to stop before crossing the street, letting the rush hour pass through, to nibble on the edge of her ear.

His hand on the seductive firmness that was her ass, massaged her flesh hard enough for her to feel it even through her jeans. A low warm pressure had built deep inside right where she touched his skin. It was good thing her hands were cold or this might have ended embarrassing.

He couldn't hide that turned on grumble coming from his chest, though, or the need to hide his face in her hair, breathing against her ear and not giving shit if they could have long passed through the traffic or not.

"Fuck, I want you."

Natasha tried to remain stoic and unaffected now that they were out of the cover of the park and standing at a busy street. He was making it really damn difficult, though, with how hard he was grabbing her ass and with his hot breath against her ear. She breathed deeply, but there was the tiniest hitch in her breath at his words.

It wasn’t the first time a man had told her the exact same thing, not even the first time Clint had said it, but it was always different with him because she wanted him too, just as bad. That wasn’t the only reason, of course; there were much deeper reasons why it was different with him but she didn’t want to get into that now, not when she was trying to keep herself under control, or at least looking that way.

“Get me upstairs and you can have me,” she said, noticing that they had missed the walk light and would have to wait for the next one. “Any way you want me.”

"You really think we'll make it upstairs?"

He moved his lips even closer to her ear, to not let anybody in this very private conversation, though no one could hear them through the traffic noise anyway. Still he was very careful with this, never letting his hand glide deeper than her jacket could hide it, now that they had definitely some audience again.

It happened often enough they had to put on a show for people on a mission. When he had Natasha for his own, he wanted to keep her for his own.

That didn't mean, though, he couldn't tease her with his words while his hand continued to work her ass, moving to the other pocket of her jeans now. He just loved it when he could make her blush and he had a feeling he would succeed with it before that light turned green again.

"Because right now I more feel like pinning you right against that door over there as soon as it's closed. I'd just love to make you come right there, just with my hand between your legs..."

Edited 2013-08-18 20:52 (UTC)

He was pushing his luck, but she couldn’t exactly blame him after her actions in the park. Normally Natasha was all about keeping their private lives private, but tonight she had given in, have let herself have a taste of what normal people did without worry or question. They had gotten a little carried away, and it seemed Clint was in the mood to push it as far as he could.

Natasha knew she could stop him with just a word and he would lay off and be the perfect gentleman until they were behind closed doors again, but as much as she didn’t want anyone noticing what was really going on with them, she would be lying if she said she wasn’t enjoying everything he was doing. Ultimately she didn’t stop him because she really didn’t want him to stop.

She sucked in a breath at his words, the faintest blush tinting her cheeks as her eyes moved to the door he was indicating. She didn’t say anything back, not when her words could be easily heard, her lips exposed for anyone to read. He had the advantage with his lips so close to her ear, and she was still determined to keep up appearances, so instead she dug her fingernails just lightly into his side and forced her eyes back to the light just as it turned.

Clint chuckled quietly, completely satisfied with this very healthy coloring of Natasha's cheeks and gave her ass another good squeeze as he lead her across the street, finally nearing that thing he humbly called his house.

The advantage of owning one definitely was knowing who was around and at which times, so he was nearly 100 % sure they had the whole weekend for themselves with no neighbors to watch or to listen... And he planned to make use of that.

He let go off Natasha just long enough to open the door for her and pulled her straight into his arms as soon as it closed, just like promised. The hallway was dark and silent, no reason to worry even if one or two students might have stayed for the weekend.
And right now he really couldn't care less.

A desperate, relieved moan escaped his lips when they crashed against hers and he could finally get his hands under her shirt without watching out for anyone.

Pushing her back against the door carefully enough, he let her feel very clearly what all this teasing had done to him and how very much worse it got now that he had her alone with him.

"God, Tasha... I wanted to do this all day."

His lips went back to her ear as he let one hand fall back to the back of her jeans, not stopping there now, though, but bringing his fingers right between her thighs to rub along her center.

She felt cold the second he pulled away, a shiver running through her now that she didn’t have his warmth pressed safely to her side. Luckily it only lasted long enough for him to get the door open and for them to pass through into the safety of his house. The door had barely closed behind them before he she was in his arms again, his mouth hungrily exploring hers, hands desperately roaming her body. Nobody else in her life would she have ever let manhandle her this way, not even for a mission, but she wanted Clint just as bad, and having had to endure his torturous actions outside when she couldn’t reciprocate, she was more than ready to tear his clothes off and devour him right here in the entryway.

Her hands moved under his shirt over his back, his abs; anywhere she could touch skin, and by the time he brought away to speak she was already gasping for breath.

“Mm, I can tell,” she replied, trailing one hand down to grab his ass and pull him flush against her. Oh yes, even through their jeans she could definitely tell how bad he wanted her.

Pressing her shoulders back against the door, she let out a low moan as he rubbed the seam of her jeans against her, causing her to jerk slightly at the friction. He really hadn’t been kidding.

His head was still on his shoulders, that probably meant he hadn't overstepped any boundaries. The playful mood was still on, and he meant to keep it on.

No matter how much he felt like tearing his and her clothes off right away, that was for later, for the intimacy of their private space. Right now he just wanted to make her feel good... thank her for this wonderful day outside every duty that wasn't even over yet.

It needed some willpower to move away from her firm grasp on a body part more sensitive than he ever liked to admit. But it definitely was worth it, bringing his hand around her body to part her legs, enjoy her heat before he had really touched her.

"Feels like you're liking this..."

One hand softly buried in her hair again to keep her head away from the door, he lowered his lips to her neck, gently sucking and licking the sensitive skin, drowning in her scent once more, while he was busy with opening the buttons of her jeans. Definitely too many of them.

Again, definitely worth it. Her heat welcoming his caressing fingers drew another deep moan from his lips and added to the need pulsating in his groin. Knowing it was him that she wanted, turned him more on by the second, before she had even put her hands on him.

Leaving her panties were they were, he slowly worked his hand deep inside her jeans, drawing idle circles with his fingertips just to tease her a little longer.

As much as she wanted to keep him pressed hard against her she allowed him the space to move his hand between them. Shifting her feet she stepped them apart to give him better access because fuck making him work for it, that would only end up torturing her in the end.

“You could say that,” Natashs breathed, her eyes rolling back as she closed them. Relishing in the feel of his lips on her neck she threaded her fingers through his hair and held him there with a gentle pressure.

When Clint slipped his hand inside of her jeans she bucked involuntarily against it. She could actually feel him moan against her her skin and she bit her lips to hold hers back. “Now who is the tease,” she muttered breathily as he lightly ran his fingers over her. “You’ll have to do better than that.” It was a challenge she may or may not regret issuing.

Clint bit back another chuckle and softly started nibbling on her neck instead, focussing on that spot right under her ear he remembered to be especially sensitive. He knew a challenge when he heard one, alright.
Besides, the heat and dampness against his hand was a pretty good hint it really was more of a plead. And one that he planned to hear from Natasha's lips sooner or later this night.
For now he settled with talking her into a incoherent mess, something for which the mood had to be right as well as the surroundings. Right now there was no one to listen and no pressure of the next morning waiting, meaning it was absolutely perfect.

"By the rest of the night you'll be asking me to take it slow, red."
He stopped every few words to run the tip of his tongue over her ear or softly bite her earlobe, just to watch and feel her shiver. Slowly adding pressure, he ran his fingertips through her folds, feeling her through the thin material of her panties, while his palm lazily rubbed over her mound, teasing her clit without really paying attention.

His hoarse voice betrayed him, the arousal growing with every second, and he couldn't stop his hip from pressing into her side, letting her feel what she did to him. It was good that falling for the same woman for a many a years had taught him a thing or two about patience.

"Like, when I have made you come with my mouth for the third time in a row."
He lowered his head to slowly lick along the sensitive side of her throat, to emphasize his words.
"I think you might want to catch your breath then. Too bad, 'cause that's when I'll start marking the rest of you with my tongue..."
Leaving no doubt what he had in mind, he pushed his hand further between her legs to tickle the tight hotness of her butt cheeks.
Without a warning, he withdrew his hand just long enough to bring it under her panties, a strangled moan on his lips when he could feel her reacting to his administrations, just the way he loved it so much.
Decades of practice with handling a strung weapon made it one of his easiest tricks, to play her most sensitive spots just as easily. Two of his fingers parted her folds to allow his thumb rubbing right over her clit, quick and tight. He intended to have her moan his name before they reached his apartment.

Edited 2013-08-20 11:57 (UTC)

Natasha rolled her head to the side, further exposing her neck to his teasing mouth. Many people got bored being with the same person every night, but for her it was a definite benefit as he knew all the sensitive spots on her body that drove her wild, and just how she liked to be touched and caressed. In her opinion the sex only got better with time as they opened up more, experimented, and learned all of each other’s dos and don’ts. Why anyone would continuously choose the first, often awkward, thrill over that she didn’t know.

“Oh yeah?” she murmured, breathing heavily, he breasts pressing against his chest with every breath. She couldn’t quite bite back the quiet moan that escaped as he pressed his hand against her, teased her, but even if she hadn’t heard it in his voice she could feel his hardness pressing against her, proving that all of this wasn’t just for her benefit.

She sucked in a breath at his words because she knew he wasn’t just boasting, wasn’t making promises he couldn’t keep. She knew how skilled he was with that mouth of his, and just the thought of him burying his face between her legs had her biting back another moan, one that proceeded to escape in a short gasp at his roaming hand. “Promises, promises.”

When he suddenly withdrew his hand she almost protested but he didn’t give her time before plunging in again, this time without the barrier of material between them.She couldn’t hold back the sound he elicited that time. “You’re getting there,” she still managed to tease him even as she rocked her hips against him and tightened her hand in his hair.

"Only getting there? Guess I'll have to try harder then."
Clint leaned his head back, a content groan on his lips when her hand tightened its grasp. He always enjoyed it when she was getting a little rough, it only added to that maddening pressure in his pant, demanding for attention.

He ignored that call as good as possible, running his fingers through Natasha's hair instead, softly, nearly idly, while his other hand stayed still against her body. For now it was just his palm continuing to rub lazy circles around her most sensitive spot, his fingertips nudging her entrance while he watched her for a few precious seconds, drowning in the sight of her lust.

He waited for her just long enough to catch her breath and grind against him... Then he caught just this little hardened bud between the fingertips of his thumb and middle finger, stilling his partner's movements, while the calloused tip of his index finger started rubbing the exposed flesh.

She was playing with fire, teasing him and egging him on. She knew how good he could be with those hands, and challenging him was only going to make him more creative and more determined to fulfill that promise. He was driving her to the edge, barely moving against her until she was the one to push it, to press herself harder against his hand. Just like he knew she would.

Natasha gasped loudly at the sudden friction, so close to being painful in the best possible way. Pressing her head back against the door behind her she moaned as shivers ran through her whole body. Hand tightening in his hair again she pulled his head down roughly for a bruising kiss, though a short one. “Clint...” she panted his name against his lips, her other hand digging in to his shoulder.

"I've got you, red."

The trembling sound of his name on her lips brought him so close to the edge that she probably felt it through all of their clothes. His hips did all but dry humping her leg, his own whisper a groan of unsatisfied lust. Soon.

He withstood the urge to at least reach down, touch himself to ease the burning. Instead he let his hand rest against the back of Natasha's head again, making sure she wouldn't hurt herself pressing against that door. It also helped him hold her right where she was, to nibble on her ear again.

He loved it when she felt like she was coming close, her juices hot against his skin. He wanted to feel her come apart, and just the thought that she let him do to this right in the middle of this hallway drew a helpless groan from him.

They had fucked on missions before, of course. Sometimes a narrow bed in a shitty hole at the end of the world was the only comfort after a day of blood. But if you didn't want to count that remarkable experience of an airplane toilet, with Coulson sitting right outside, being in public like this was definitely new.

Clint would never allow anyone to see her like that, embarrass her or make her feel vulnerable. It was merely the thought that someone could be watching that aroused him greatly. And she obviously didn't mind either...

"It's okay, let it happen."

He murmured it in between his tongue teasing the inside of her ear, promising what he was about to do to her, just before he brought his hand further between her legs again. His middle finger easily slid into her wetness, starting to pump her quickly, his knuckle lightly crooked to tease her deep inside, while his thumb was circling her clit again.

"Want to feel you come, beautiful."

Edited 2013-08-23 08:30 (UTC)

She could definitely feel him pressed against her, could imagine how hard he was through all those layers of clothing, and it took all of her willpower to not reach for him. She loved how he could almost get off just seeing how much pleasure he was giving her, and she loved just how much he seemed to enjoy taking care of her needs. Most men weren’t so generous and attentive. The way he sweetly held her head to protect her was almost too much. She would make definite sure to make it up to him later.

Natasha certainly wasn’t one for public displays, preferring to keep her private life very private, but there was something enticing about the idea that they could get caught, though she trusted Clint enough to know that they wouldn’t

This tongue on her ear accompanied by that sexy murmur of his made her shiver and bite her lip. When he finally slipped a finger inside her and worked her fast and deep she bit down hard enough to draw blood. “So... so close,” she gasped, trembling against him. Sliding her hand from his shoulder and down his chest, she kept going lowers until she could squeeze his cock through his jeans.

"Fuck..."
Her hand suddenly on him, when he had thought her to be far too much gone for like that, was nearly too much. Clint threw his head back, grinding his teeth, doing his best to think of Fury's bad hair face on a hangover morning. Or he probably would have come in his pants immediately.
Damn, Natasha just knew exactly how to touch him, even through two layers of clothes. It took all his willpower not to rip open his jeans shove hers down here and now.

As much as the thought of being buried in her sweet warmth left his cock aching... There was still a little remaining risk. And he had a funny feeling, his tenants wouldn't quite respect him anymore, if they caught his naked ass in the middle of the hallway.

So he focused on Natasha's breathless whimper instead, on her relief that was as much his own. He seemed to do a good job with that at least.

She was lost in her arousal more by the second, in fact so much she was starting to hurt herself. That definitely was not the plan.

"Careful, honey, I've got plans for those."
He brought his lips back to hers, shortly licking that one sensitive spot her teeth had left, before his tongue plunged her mouth. His groans of pleasure vibrated in their kiss when she worked his most sensitive part so damn good.

He was fast to return the favor, a second finger slipping inside her delicious heat, with the first staying right were it was. For all her tightness - which didn't exactly help the state of his rock hard cock - there was not a hint of resistance. He probably shouldn't be as immaturely proud of it as he was.
"God, I love it when you're so hot, Tash'."

He withdrew from her lips to watch her, his hips now bucking against her hand without his will, when he saw her beautiful green eyes darkened with lust.

In nights like this she was his, no roles, no faces, no faking, and that was when she was most stunning. Especially now, with her hair untidy and the color of her cheeks battling a hint of rouge on her skin.
Before the night would be over she would be even more a mess and he loved it because it was for him. Just the two of them, raw and pure, far from any rules and distance. In such moments, he sometimes thought, this was what a happy normal life felt like.

It would be even more perfect once he got all these clothes off her, though. So he stopped teasing her, wanting her away from here and in that bath he had promised her.
His fingers started circling and scissoring inside her, pressing against that one sensitive spot again and again, while he brought the hardened pad of his thumb back right to her clit. He followed every movement of her hips when the overtaking heat left her pressing against him and moving away in turn, driving her past this point without mercy.

She was getting to him. With just one touch he was close as well, a fact she would have found very satisfying if she hadn’t already been so far gone herself. She was grateful for the kiss, though; the coppery taste of blood soon washed away leaving only the remnants of coffee they’d had with desert, and as she deepened the kiss, her hand still moving against him, her moans mixed with his own.

Whimpering against his lips when he slipped another finger inside her, she was panting heavily when he pulled back to look at her. She met his eyes completely unabashed, stilling her movements a moment. “Only for you,” Natasha said, holding his heated gaze a moment longer before his motions caused her eyes to flutter closed. Throwing her head back with a deep moan she had to give up her goal of getting him off as well so that she could cling to his shoulders with both hands; her knees felt so weak she thought she might collapse otherwise, though she knew Clint would never let that happen. He would never let her fall, he would always catch her.

When she finally reached her climax she buried her face against his chest to try to muffle her cries before she dissolved into incoherent mumblings in Russian, punctuated sporadically with his name. Bucking and trembling against him, she fisted the material of his shirt in her hands as she tried to catch her breath.

Clint held Natasha softly against his chest, his fingers kneading through her hair, trying to catch his own breath. Not exactly easy with a moaning hot redhead pressing against him, but her pleasure always came first, as simple as that.

And he knew her well enough to remember she always needed this time to find back to reality, regain her composure after she had given herself over to him for just a few seconds. He would always be there to take care of her until she did, until she felt comfortable with herself and her surroundings again.

So he rested inside her without moving until he could feel her calm down slowly and gently pressed his lips against her forehead when he moved his hand away from her. It took him some effort for she was still hot and trembling against him, but this was something they would continue upstairs.

And the pictures of his girl coming in his arms right in the middle of the floor were enough of a memory to behold for every lonely to mission to come.

"I don't think my Russian is good enough for whatever that was", he chuckled softly.
Not really what he wanted to say. Sometimes he wanted to ask her if she even knew how how beautiful she was like that. She probably heard compliments too often to enjoy them and he had never been much of a great talker.

He gave her all the time she needed to level out but couldn't resist bringing his hand to his lips to lick her juices off his skin, groaning quietly when that urge came back to bury his face between her legs right away, get more of this. After.

"I think that bath is waiting for us, beautiful."

It took her a few minutes to come down, to get the ground settled under he feet again, and while she wasn’t aware of much in that time she was aware of Clint’s hand stroking her hair softly, and his fingers still deep inside her, though relaxed now. She wasn’t a woman who was truly afraid of much, but it was here, in his arms, that she felt safest.

Smiling at the gentle kiss, recompense for the loss of his hand against her and inside her, she lifted her head to peer up at him. “Maybe if you’re a good boy I’ll translate later,” she teased. She felt weightless, relaxed, complete. Resting her head against his chest a moment longer, she looked up at him again when she heard that little groan, one eyebrow raising when she caught what he was doing. Her eyes flashed as she looked from his slick hand to those lips; there was just something really arousing about the action, and just how it was effecting him. Just like he couldn’t resist a taste neither could she, and pressing a brief kiss to his lips she ran her tongue along them, smiling against his mouth as she tasted herself on him.

“Then we better go upstairs,” she said. Reluctantly stepping back from him, she let him retrieve his coat while she focused a little harder than should have been necessary to button her pants up again, her hands still a bit shaky as she tried to work the buttons.

"Let me."
Seeing her fumbling with her jeans was just a bit confusing and flattering- either she was really freezing now or this had been better an encounter than he had thought.
Biting back a grin he stepped back closer to her to make quick work of these buttons, his thumbs ever so slightly nudging her flesh while he worked his way up to tease her. He had to fight back the urge to just rip this damn piece of clothe off her even harder.
The way she had just kissed him, her taste sweet and promising in his mouth, was nearly enough to break his own privacy rules.

Before he could get too tempted, he made a beeline to these stairs, feeling like a teenager yet again when he was searching all his pockets for these damn keys.

"I swear I'll break this door if I lost them somewhere", he muttered, under his breath, more impatient by the second. But then finally pulled the item in demand out of an inside pocket, a triumphant grin on his lips.

"Don't... look too closely, okay?"

He shrugged sheepishly when he opened the door for her. He had been here in the morning, shortly, before they had met, to get some air in here and dust his way around, but the apartment looked perfectly like belonging to a man who spent most of his days traveling or on a huge floating boat.

It was actually a little of both. It had certainly been an amazing encounter, and now that she wasn’t pressed against him she felt cold all over again, a quick reminder that they were both soaked to the bone.

Giving Clint a half-hearted glare at his teasing, Natasha was tempted to batt his hands away and finish up herself, but she took note of the look in his eyes, the bulge in his pants, and knew he wasn’t doing himself any favours either. If he wanted to push himself to his limits right here in the hallway then why should she stop him? When he finished she was grinning at him, but he barely gave her a look as he immediately headed for the stairs.

She kept up with him easily, though he was just shy of flat out running up each flight, and when they reached the door she bit her lip to hold back a laugh as he frantically searched his pockets for his keys. It didn’t help to hold back her wide smile, though, especially when she caught his muttered words. “Why the hurry?” Natasha asked, putting on an innocent expression.

When he finally produced the keys and let her in, she stepped in slowly and glanced around. The fact that he still cared what she might think of him if she found his place untidy was endearing. “As long as the bathtub is clean who cares about the rest?” She threw a look back over her shoulder at him as she slipped off her jacket and tossed it his way.

The way Natasha smiled at his impatience, under different circumstances might have make him feel ashamed. But remembering how very much wound up she had been herself just a few minutes ago... In a night like this, acting young and silly wasn't so bad.

So he grinned back over his shoulder instead of pouting, making haste of losing his jacket and throwing it somewhere near the wardrobe, followed by his boots.

"You'd rather have me tell you all the things I'm gonna do to you tonight for another hour? That can be arranged..."

A most innocent whistle on his lips, he made his way to the bathroom to turn the water on, more glad than ever he had taken a few moments to clean up in here in the morning.

The apartment wouldn't win a medal for tidiness but you didn't step on pizza boxes or arrow tools anymore. And he was indeed a little proud of the work he had especially put in the sanitary stuff. He never cared much for where and how he slept- he hardly got any, anyway. But a broad tub with a retractable tray for a fast snack right over it, and a radio in reach, that could probably be called a guilty pleasure.

While the water flowed in, he made it a show to peel his shirt of his body slowly, stretching a little more than necessary, before he turned back to Natasha, just to find hers very... beneficially soaked through.
"Oompf."
So much for teasing. Right away he felt like opening his jeans and pumping himself to his release again. Fuck, this was not going to last long.

"You should get rid of that before you catch a cold." He really tried but he couldn't take his eyes from the way her beautiful breasts peered through the thin material.

Raising an eyebrow at his reply, Natasha shook her head. “You wouldn’t last another hour,” she pointed out as she bent to zip off her boots. He had left her completely satisfied just a few minutes ago, but he had yet to get any satisfaction, and considering how hasty he was moving now she had the feeling it wouldn’t take much to tip him over the edge.

Folding her arms across her stomach to ward off the chill, she followed Clint to the bathroom, waiting in the doorway as he started the water running and watching appreciatively as he stripped off his wet shirt. She had seen more muscular men in her life, but she still swore that Clint had the most perfect body she had ever seen. Too muscular wasn’t nearly as attractive, and she loved that he had a bit of softness to him while still being incredibly fit. Then, of course, there were his arms that just constantly begged to be touched.

Unabashedly admiring his upper body, Natasha’s eyes shot up to his face at the noise before trailing down to her own chest. It was very obvious that she was cold, that was for sure, and the soaked shirt only emphasized that point. Or points, as the case may be. Looking back up at him she grinned teasingly and approached him, moving slowly like a cat stalking its prey. She didn’t stop until she was directly in front of him.

“My hands are still pretty shaky,” she said, injecting a pitiful note into her voice. Placing her cold fingers on his abs she slowly slid her hands up over his chest, his shoulders, before continuing upward until she held them over her head. “Maybe you should help me take it off.”

"I have an idea or two about how to warm you."

A man could only take that much teasing. Especially when Natasha's still slightly cool fingers sent the sweetest of shivers over his skin and her delicious rack was close enough to get all kinds of ideas.

Clint decided, he definitely needed to take a closer look at that. He sat down on the tub edge to get Natasha's pants off her body first, along with her panties, pulling them down enough for her to step out of both.
It was quite a challenge, leaning back up without burying his face right away there where he could see and smell her still wet, but she was in fact cold, and her concern for her came first.

So he settled for pulling her closer, ignoring the rest of his own wet clothes in favor for running his hands softly up her back, taking her shirt with him. After years of practice it took him just a short finger snip to open her bra. And then he finally had her with him the way he loved to see her most.

"You're so fucking beautiful, baby."

A deep content sigh came from his mouth, a soft smile following when his eyes raked up and down her nude form, everything he had memorized so well and still could never get tired of seeing. His hands were already busy rubbing her back and her thighs to get some warmth back in her skin, although seeing her like that made it nearly impossible to resist her looks.

In a moment. Right now, no matter how painfully aroused he still felt, he just wanted to look at her.

"Feeling better?"

Natasha slowly lowered her arms to rest on the top of her head when Clint didn’t take the bait right away. Of course he had his own ideas to play with, and she watched him curiously as he sat on the edge of the tub. She put up no resistance when he made quick work of her pants, and stepped gracefully out of them, a shiver running through her as the air touched her skin.

She let him pull her closer, just barely resisting burying her hands in his hair before he could remove the rest of her clothes. When she was standing in front of him, naked, she drank in every nuance of his expression as he took in every inch of her body. Many men had looked at her with some combination of love and lust over the years, but none of them had ever looked at her quite the way Clint did. He looked at her like she was something precious, like he had never seen a more beautiful sight in his entire life, like he could stare at her forever and never get tired of the view. When most men stared at her it made her feel annoyed, sometimes dirty, but when Clint looked at her the way he was now she felt truly beautiful.

Resting her hands on his shoulders for support as he rubbed the heat and life back into her body Natasha nodded slowly. “Starting to,” she said.

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