study_in_scarlet | Dancing in the Dark (for farmboyhawk)

Natasha heard Clint vacate his towel and gave him a minute to get to the water before turning her head to watch him. He really was beautiful; his muscles were well defined but there was still a softness to him that made it less harsh; his skin was perfectly tanned except for where decades worth of scars left tiny white lines. He was a work of art, and if Natasha were an artist he would certainly be her muse.

Smiling at the image he presented walking along the water, she was about to close her eyes again when a volleyball flew straight at him and he caught it easily before it struck. One of the local boys approached him, but when Clint tossed him the ball and the kid missed, of course Clint couldn’t just let it go. He had to impart some words of wisdom, trying to help the kid improve.

It was a bit strange watching their exchange after the conversation they had had yesterday. Clint was so terrified of ending up like his father, and while it was good for them that Clint didn’t want children Natasha couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness watching him with the kid. He was so patient and encouraging, she had no doubt that he would be a wonderful father given the chance.

A chance she could never give him.

Even as that thought crossed her mind she felt her stomach flip. Though she had no doubts about Clint, she was starting to question other things she had thought to be certainties.

She pushed those thoughts away.

Watching Clint as he swam and floated in the water, Natasha rested one hand on her stomach before closing her eyes again until he returned to her side. When he had laid down and gotten comfortable she rolled over onto her stomach and leaned her head against his arm. His skin was warm and wet and she couldn’t resist placing a quick kiss against his bicep. “I may have to try it for myself.”

The soft feeling of Natasha's lips against his skin tickled on his damp skin and drew a satisfied little noise from his lips. He flexed his muscles her little to send the small drops of water rolling over his arm and give her something to watch and opened his eyes just enough to look at her.

"Hm-hm, you definitely should."

But at the same time he reached out to push her hair out of her face to get a better look and let his hand rest softly on her neck, one fingertip playing with her bikini bow.

"You know, since it's now my turn to stare at your ass and all..."

It was a statement, not a question, and really not a serious one, yet he couldn't help but wonder if she had indeed looking out for him a little, seen him fool around with that kid from before. After all the crisis of the last days, he wouldn't be surprised if even such a harmless scene made her melancholic.

Natasha figured it was impossible to not stare at his arms when he flexed, though she was pretty sure he knew that. They were definitely one of his best features, not just for their strength, but how deceptively gentle they could be as well.

“Maybe I will,” she said, tilting her head slightly at his touch. She could feel it in his gaze, a certain weight that meant he was searching for something, worried even. She hated being so sick and vulnerable. They were supposed to be here for him, taking care of him, but now he was so focused on her, just one step away from treating her like fragile glass, that he wasn’t focusing on himself like he should be. At least today she had thought she was doing a good job of banishing his worries.

“You can get a better look with me here,” she said. “Or a closer one, at least.”

"As usual, you have the better argument."

Clint rolled to his side a little and rested his head on his shoulder, eyes slowly, harmlessly roaming Natasha's body.

"You know, from time to time I need a refresher course in how hot your ass is."

His hand followed the line of his gaze, playfully, fingertips dipping into the line of her back and the small hollow right above her butt but behaving for now. They weren't alone. This was just about distracting her a little, just in case she wasn't only as lazy as he was but maybe still battling the last of whatever was bugging her body.

Her skin was wonderfully warm and soft under his administrations, only a few grains of sand here and there that he blew away gently, leaning up on his arm and over her body enough for a few tender kisses down her spine.

"Yep, definitely, still the best ass on the whole island."

Natasha was used to being admired, and it was no secret that she turned heads nearly everywhere she went, but only Clint had ever made her feel like she was the only woman in the world, or that the entire world had dropped away around them. She was not the type of woman to get upset or jealous if she caught him looking at another woman, but even though it wouldn’t bother her it just never seemed to happen. When they were together it was like he only had eyes for her.

Smirking at his words, she watched him through hooded eyes as his hand grazed down her spine. His breath on her skin made her shiver, and his kisses were soft, perfect. Maybe tonight she could convince him to press them against every inch of her skin.

She had the feeling it wouldn’t take much convincing.

“I’m glad you still think so,” she said. “Though it’s not really a fair assessment if you haven’t seen every ass on the island.”

"I'm talking from years of experience here, red. And the odds say, after meeting a great deal of asses in my life, there's definitely none as great as yours in this world."

Clint finished his little game on her back with the smallest of bites right on the curve of one delicious butt cheek and laid back down then. With his arm casually draped over Natasha's back, his fingertips could easily graze up and down her side, occasionally tugging a little on the side of her panties, but never enough to reveal even the smallest glimpse of skin to a possible audience.

Of course he had spotted all these small shivers on her skin where his lips had touched her and he would have loved to play that out a little longer, but sadly this was hardly the right surroundings for that. He'd just have to catch up later at length with that plan.

The increasing burning of his own skin especially on his back reminded him, he still had to get some oil there if he didn't want to sleep on his stomach tonight instead of any interesting activities. With an unnerved sigh, he reached for that bottle again and batted his eyelashes a little at Natasha.

"Can I bribe you with ice cream to get your hands on me?"

Natasha gave Clint a playful swat when he actually nipped at her butt before settling back down on his towel. “I’ve met plenty of asses too, but not so much in the literal sense,” she quipped, folding her arms and resting her head on them. She let him continue to play his fingers along her skin, the ghost of a smile curving her lips as she settled in to relax again. It was soon time to find out for herself just how much the water had warmed since the morning, but she waited until Clint moved first before pushing herself up to her knees.

“You really think you have to bribe me to run my hands all over you?” she practically purred, taking the bottle of sunscreen from him. “Though if ice cream is on offer I’ll take it.”

Moving to his towel, she slung one leg over him to straddle his hips before sitting lightly on his firm backside. With the lotion in hand, she ran a thin bead down his spine to finish with an arrowhead between those two beautiful dimples on his back, clearly teasing him for his own actions earlier. Setting the bottle aside she smoothed her hand straight up that line before focusing first on the broadest expanse of his back, applying even pressure and lotion along his shoulders, one hand slipping up to cover his neck. She massaged his muscles as she worked, methodically making sure that ever bit of his skin was covered so there would be no surprising burns.

Leaning forward, she brought her lips close to his ear just long enough to say “this may be the best part of going to the beach,” before she sat back again and continue her work, her fingertips slipping just slightly beneath the waistband of his shorts.

Clint soon forgot any kind of witty remark he could have made, but he made a mental note to get that ice cream next thing as soon as he could move again. Natasha knew just too damn well how to chase away worry still lingering on his mind, and turn him into a boneless puddle with just a few touches.

The nearly non-existent weight of her body against his was a promising touch that he moved against from time to time, flexing just enough to let her feel it. But mostly he allowed himself to just enjoy the little of closeness they could exchange here. Her little joke with the sun cream was on him of course and drew an amused snort from his lips.

"Trying to tell me something, red?"

His words soon got slurred and swallowed in sighs and purrs as Natasha worked her way up his body. She was just too fucking good with this.

To keep up with this whole artistry and super spy-condition, his workout consisted mostly of stuff to keep his leg muscles in shape. Archery did the rest of the trick and especially his back was formed by decades of stance, nock and release. Or as the physical therapists at S.H.I.E.L.D. liked to call it - or had, before he had played puppy for an alien and people had started to avoid treating him - a nightmare for every proper massage. Natasha though, whose strength could nearly keep up with his, had always known the right way of forcing and soothing away tension and hurt out of his muscles.

Even now when it was really more a caress than a relentless grip, she had him melt into that towel and the fine sand and pebbles below in no time. He wondered shortly if with a little more 'bribing' he could bring her to give him a real long massage one of these days and had a funny feeling, she wouldn't say no.

It was embarrassing how close he was to dozing off again when she finished off her work and sneaked these oil smooth fingertips definitely too close to certain sensitive body parts. Something between a grunt and a moan came from his lips. Hopefully Natasha was distracted enough to miss the warm shivers running down his spine at once...

"Couldn't agree more..."

Natasha didn’t reply to his comment, but if they were talking about fine asses on this island, then she had certainly pointed in the right direction.

She loved the feel of his muscles beneath her hands, and how she could make them relaxed and pliant with just the right movements and pressures. He carried so much tension in his body that she took great satisfaction in feeling him practically melt beneath her, not to mention the sounds he made once in a while, especially there at the end.

Climbing off of him she turned around before resuming her seat, this time working the lotion into his strong legs just as thoroughly as she had his back. When she had finished she took a long drink of water before placing a soft kiss to the bottom of his foot and standing up.

“Now it’s your turn to stay her and bake while I take advantage of the warm water... though you’re welcome to join me at any time,” she said, letting his foot drop back down to the sand.

Natasha was dangerously close to tickle certain sensitive spots again but somehow Clint kept himself from startling and just enjoyed the last of her touches, definitely over much too soon.

"I think I'll just enjoy the view for a while."

He grinned up at her lazily, his chin propped on his crossed arms for a good view on the water. And on her sparely clothed body of course. She was drawing stares, definitely. It was that aura of confident, classic, aristocratic beauty that differed her from any other woman hew knew. And he definitely wasn't the only one to realize.

Not that he had to worry about someone trying anything - or Natasha not being able to escape any situation - but sometimes it was too fun not to pretend, to needle her a little. The feedback was certainly always... interesting.

"And you know, protect you from all kind of monsters. Or drowning. Maybe I should bring red bathing trunks and a rescue can tomorrow."

“Suit yourself,” she said, stretching her arms over her head in a way that could have looked innocent, but that clearly was meant to give him an improved view to watch. “It’s an open ended offer.”

Taking another sip of water, she bent over a little more than necessary to replace the bottle on the sand before giving Clint a look. “I think I have a bigger chance of getting grabbed by something right here,” she said, giving him a little poke with her toe before slipping away. “Though I wouldn’t say no to the red trunks.”

Giving him a little wave, she made her way to the water and wasted no time before diving in. It was much warmer than earlier, and this time she didn’t worry about getting her hair wet. She dove under, inspecting the bottom for shells and unusual rocks before surfacing again, the sun hot against her skin as soon as she surfaced. Turning to the shore just long enough to pinpoint Clint, she kicked up onto her back and let herself float there, the sun bright even behind her closed lids.

"Hm-hm, this guy here you can beat up without consequences though if he's being an asshole."

Clint just grinned and enjoyed the very alluring pictures she was creating for him with her body language instead of wasting time with pouting.

Even when she wasn't putting up a show, she was being utterly beautiful. Natasha was a woman of exceptional grace which only amplified a thousand times in the water. The waves carried her easily since she didn't even try to fight the strong tide but just went with it. The heat didn't seem to weigh on her as heavily as yesterday and in the morning anymore, which he was very thankful for. She had fun. That happened much too seldom and it was the really beautiful thing to watch.

When she finally stilled and let herself be carried, Clint allowed himself to understand it as an invitation and followed her back into the water willingly. He didn't even try to near her quietly to not startle her. He got behind her slowly and wrapped his arms around her stomach to pull her close, bury his face against her neck while he kept them afloat with lazy kicks. Out here where they couldn't be watched so easily, he didn't hold back as much but covered her skin with small kisses, licks and nibbles while enjoying the weightless feeling of the waves carrying them.

"Love it when you taste of salt", he murmured into her ear, arms tightening their grip just a little to pull her close against him.

Once she had settled in to just float around lazily, it didn’t take Clint long to join her. She heard him approaching, and while it could have been anyone she somehow knew it was him even before he wrapped his strong arms around her. Letting him pull her out of her floating position, she kicked her feet slowly to help keep them afloat, her arms moving through the water around them.

Out here away from the crowd Clint was a little more persistent, and she grinned at the attention he was giving her neck. Sure, people could still see them, but they would have to really be watching to get anything out of it, and there was a lot more interesting things to watch than a single couple way out in the water.

“Salt and sunscreen,” she teased, laying her head back against his shoulder and giving him a completely unmarred view of her chest.

"Well, that's a drug I could get used to then."

Chuckling, Clint nuzzled his cheek against these spots he had just been tended to with his lips and glanced down unashamed at the perfect view Natasha was offering him. Not fair, definitely.

The waves steadily played around her curves and tempted him to let one hand wander upwards, two of his knuckles only caressing the underside of her breasts, to make sure everything not meant for stranger's eyes stayed underwater. The feeling of the wet, tight fabric hugging her skin was a foreign and definitely welcome one, demanding for more. Like, for pushing his fingers under it and feel what the rough water did to already tender skin...

He let it be though maybe one small fingertip of that other hand softly caressing Natasha's hip had accidentally slipped under the side string of her panties again. But really, he was behaving quite well for having his hot girlfriend in a bikini in his arms.

"Do I score for trying?"

She was definitely teasing him, and while his hands roamed a little, it actually remained surprisingly tame. For now.

“Do you score for trying not to score, you mean?” she asked, turning her head to smirk at him. “I supposed you can be a perfect gentleman when you want to.”

But while he appeared content to behave, Natasha had other ideas. Angling her head to kiss him... to distract him, she suddenly hooked both of her legs around his, effectively stopping him from keeping them afloat and dunking them both underwater.

For a second Natasha had him more than surprised, deeply anchored instincts kicking in and leaving him struggle for a moment which of course was completely pointless against the strength of her legs. The well-known soft touch of her lips was enough to ground him at once, though.

His arms only tightened around her body to pull her flush against him. Lowering his head for a better angle, he deepened the kiss, all but attacking her mouth with his tongue, the little of oxygen they had in their lungs floating between them.

Well, if that was how she wanted to play, he was all game... Now that obviously no one would see, he gave in to temptation and slipped his fingers under her bikini bra, weighing her breasts softly in his hand and rolling her nipples carefully between his fingertips in turn. With her legs wrapped around him like that, her ass pressed more than comfortably right into his crotch, and after they had been teasing each other all day, he really wasn't too surprise, that didn't go without reaction.

They were both trained in holding their breath for a long period of time and not lose their focus, so he left it completely up to Natasha when to go back up- he certainly wouldn't get bored in the meantime. And she knew him well enough to know his limits, to feel when it would get from exciting to painful. There was no reason to not trust her with this, really.

Natasha would never have done it had she thought it would really freak Clint out, but if they were going to play around in the water then he should really expect to get ducked under at some point. This was was just a little more surprising and, hopefully, a little more pleasurable.

He certainly responded quick enough.

He returned the kiss more than a little enthusiastically, and his hand was almost instantly under her top, kneading and caressing her soft skin. She could feel him pressing against her ass and ground back against him, her tongue battling his until her lungs started to ache. Only then did she pull his hand out from under her top and release his legs. Keeping her grip on his wrist she grinned at him before rocketing to the surface, though once they broke through she swam away out of arms reach and watched him with a mischievous expression as she adjusted her top to fully cover her again.

It took Clint a second longer to catch his breath which was embarrassing. He definitely needed to go on regular morning runs again.

The look on Natasha's face made him forget about any discomfort at once. He thought about swimming over to pull her in his arms again, but she would probably try to dodge just to provoke him, and that smile of hers told him, she wanted to play. Well, he certainly wasn't averse to that.

"Sure you want to stay over there?"

The roughness in his voice had nothing to do with breathlessness or salt on his tongue. Instead of trying to convince his hormones to tune it down like in their previous little banters today, he let his hand wander down his own body now, making sure Natasha would see every movement, every twitch on his face when he slowly started stroking himself through the fabric of his pants.

"Just saying... We could use a little more underwater training..."

Natasha treaded water while watching Clint recover from her little game, and she could pinpoint the moment when he caught on and decided to try to one up her. She would have been content with some innocent splashing and racing, but their earlier position had put his mind on a certain track, not that she could hardly blame him with as much as they had been dancing around it all day.

The movement of his hand was deliberate, and while she couldn’t see what he was doing underwater at this distance, his facial expressions made it perfectly clear.

“Hmm, true, who knows when we might need to carry out an important mission mostly underwater,” she said, swimming just a little closer, but still out of reach. Two could definitely play here. With one arm still moving to help keep her afloat, her other moved to where he had been so keen to get his hands on earlier, giving him just a brief glance and herself a gentle squeeze before she sank deeper so only her head was above the surface. “It would be handy to know how how long we can hold our breath in an... exciting situation.”

"I like the way you think."

Clint growled and licked his lips unconsciously, definitely more turned on that he had intended to be in the middle of public. Natasha touching herself hadn't quite been on that plan... But who was he to stop her when she was enjoying herself?

Which wasn't to say, he couldn't join the party.

"You look like you could use a little help there."

He quickly reached out for her when she seemed distracted and pulled her close again, wrapping her legs around his waist to let her feel how much he liked it when she put up a show for him. It also had the nice side effect that they were both nearly completely underwater now and his hand could assist hers with what she was doing...

It was all still mostly playful but that didn't mean it didn't feel good, on the contrary... The movements of his legs to keep them afloat had him press against her constantly which didn't exactly help his condition. Sweat pooled on his temples that had nothing to do with the sun shining down on them. Salt burned on a sensitive place of his lips where he had bitten down, or maybe it had been her.

"Might be a little in love with that bikini", he mused, sneaking his thumb under the material again to flicker over her nipple. "Makes things so much easier..."

This whole little game was getting quickly out of hand, but Natasha couldn’t bring herself to stop it. They were here to relax, to have fun, to learn to enjoy life, and she didn’t want to hold back from that. Families played in the shallow waters; teenagers sat on shoulders of others, screaming and laughing and trying to push each other in. There was enough activity going on that who would really pay attention to one quiet couple out in the deep?

She did let out a laugh when he managed to catch her and pull her into him, her arms moving to steady them while she obediently wrapped her legs around his waist. As he moved his legs she could feel him pressing against her, even more excited than she had expected, and she shifted her legs slightly so she could sink a little lower, rotating her hips a little in the guise of settling and making herself comfortable.

“I’m glad you like it,” she said, her voice roughening as his touch sent a thrill through her. “Wait until you see what other surprises I packed, just for you.”

She just had to hope she still fit into them.

"You keep on saying that."

Clint groaned in response to her all but harmless movements against his crotch and brought a second finger under her bikini top to knead and twist her hardening nipple. It definitely wouldn't be fair if he was the only one a little too wound up here...

"Guess I'll have to behave really nice tonight, for you to actually show me one of these."

Much too good, too much and no way to stop, not when they were pretty much alone and the warm water carrying them felt so fucking good around their tightly entwined bodies. That one bold fingertip under her panties moved from her side to her butt, soon joined by a few more, holding her pressed against his every move to keep their heads above the surface.

"So, what was that about that training part?"

He gave her a hint of a cocky grin before leaning in for another deep kiss. She tasted of salt and bread and he roamed her mouth hungrily, softly moaning against her lips as they slowly sank underwater again. This time it was his job to look out for her, to find that on point when she would start to get uncomfortable and needed air. And this time he intended to not give in before that.

Natasha let out a soft moan when Clint upped his game. Her breasts were still sensitive, and his touch seemed to be amplified; she pressed herself closer.

“Mm, I guess so,” she replied, leaning in to nibble at his ear. It wasn’t long before his other hand got busy too, squeezing her butt and keeping her close.

Pulling back to look at him she returned the grin and took a deep breath before sealing her lips to his once more. Wrapping her arms around him she let herself sink with him, the warm water slowly engulfing them again. Sliding one hand down his back, she slipped it beneath his shorts and squeezed his ass tightly, her nails just barely digging into his flesh.

If they had been above the surface, Clint would have cursed his own treacherous body for reacting much too strong to such a little promising touch. That way he could only answer in sucking Natasha's tongue playfully into his mouth. In giving a little bite in response of her game right down there where she knew him to be embarrassingly sensitive. He had a funny feeling, she wouldn't miss his growing hardness pressing into her anyway... If they went on like that, he would be too short breathed for any kind of training in no time.

Well, he wasn't out of ammo just yet. His hand was fully buried down in her bikini top by now and he was fast to use every trick he knew on her, between massaging her soft flesh, and rubbing and pulling the delicious tautness of her nipples, just tight enough to have her squirm but never firm enough to hurt her. Instead of getting too bold with his other hand under her panties, he rather caressed her above the thin fabric, teasing along the juncture of her thighs, and pinching her ass from time to time. Occasionally his fingertips slipped and rubbed over the sensitive flesh pressed against him just slightly.

His heart pounded heavily in his chest, either from a lack of oxygen or his hormones going crazy, and he didn't really care. He was too busy watching Natasha, forcing his eyes open most of the time to see her beautiful face in this strange blurry light of blue enclosing them. Their movements were slow, going with the tide, but incredibly intensive, and he couldn't help but wonder how it would be to take her down here. Not an option, obviously, in a place like this but fuck it if just picturing it didn't make him even harder.

Time for gentle touches was over, and Clint had her moaning into his mouth in seconds from his expert touch. She knew how her touch affected him, how one of the quickest ways to get him hard was by working that perfect ass of his, and he certainly didn’t disappoint.

It was so tempting to push those few layers of clothing aside and take him inside of her, but with no ground beneath their feet it would be awkward and near impossible to do much more than just that. Instead she squeezed his ass harder, her other hand joining to grab his other cheek, and ground hard against him in a rhythmic motion. She could feel her lungs begin to burn as she breathed his stolen air, her heart beating faster and harder, but it was intense and thrilling and she didn’t want it to end just yet.

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