study_in_scarlet | Dancing in the Dark (for farmboyhawk)

"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.

It was funny, really, how fast she could undo him, just when he thought he had himself kind of under control. There she went grinding against him, with that wonderful tight grip of her hands, making him suck in a breath that simply wasn't there. With another silent curse on his lips, he brought them back up to gasp for air in more than one sense of the word. Even through his lust-dazed mind he had enough awareness to let go off her before and make sure that bikini top was where it belonged, even if put a disappointed pout on his face.

"I'll come back to that later, you know", he murmured into her ear, trying hard to lead his mind away from the perfect way she pressed herself against him. Without much success.

"You feel what you do to me?"

That one cocky fingertip tugged a little on her bikini panties again, just enough to pull it tighter against her crotch.

"How about you? Want to tell me what I'd find under there if I checked? Or should I guess?"

Natasha grinned smugly when this time it was Clint to give in and surface first, though it was pretty impressive that he still made sure she was fully covered before bringing her back up where there was even the slightest chance someone might notice her.

“I’m counting on it,” she replied breathlessly, moving her legs from around him so she could kick them gently in the water, one arm moving up to rest around his shoulders. It felt so good just being this close to him, and there was something thrilling about carrying this little game out just under the surface, so near to where anyone could see them. Almost exhibitionism but not quite.

“Mmm, yes,” she purred in answer. She could feel exactly what she did to him, but she wasn’t done yet, and clearly neither was he. Letting out a moan when he pulled at her bikini bottoms, she pressed her lips to his neck. “I think you’ll find it’s not just the water making me wet,” her voice rumbled in his ear. Nipping at his earlobe, she dipped a little lower, bringing the bottoms up even harder against herself. “You know... I bet I could get you off before having to come back up for air again.”

"I don't know... Maybe we should put that to the test..."

That was not what Clint had been aiming for in the beginning. But denying that he liked the idea would have been pretty pointless, the way his hand tightened its grip on Natasha's butt immediately, pulling her in against the very interested twitch of his cock. Oh well, he had never claimed to be good in resisting her, right?

"Also I'm thinking, I need to find out just how much of that is really water..."

Finally he gave her what he had been denying her before, sneaking his hand deeply into her bikini bottoms, eager fingertips tracing through the hot slickness between her legs.

"You know, we definitely need to take a swim together more often."

Natasha grinned at his answer, but before she could pull away to do just that he pressed her closer against him, proving his interest, not that it was necessary. “Well, it’s either that or we try to find a way to cool you down before going back to the beach.” There was no doubt he couldn’t go back the way he was no, that was for sure. His excitement would be more than a little obvious to anyone who glanced his way.

Of course Clint was never one to let Natasha one-up him, and before she could consider her next move his teasing hand got a lot bolder, and her eyes drifted closed at the sensation. “I agree,” she said, dipping her head to lick the salt from his neck while moving to rub herself against his hand.

"Thought so."

Clint murmured close to her ear, in a voice as if he was reading a shopping list to her, one arm casually draped around her waist while the other hand continued to drive her crazy.

"You know, I was thinking, I could take you right here and no one would realize..."

His longest fingers gently slipped inside her silky warmth, in short, sharp thrusts, while two more played around her clit, pointed strokes to drive her head first into even deeper want. All the while, while his cock throbbed against her body, neglected for the moment save for the shallow movements against her body, from his legs keeping them afloat.

"Have you ride me right here with everyone watching and no one seeing... Figure it would take some time since you'd have to do all the work yourself, but I'm sure you'd enjoy yourself. I think I'd like that."

He moved his lips closer to her ear to lick a few drops of salt off her skin and nibble on her lobe, let her feel his fast, uneven breath, the soft moans mixing into it.

"Just watching you getting yourself off on me... That would be really fucking hot. We should save that for some time when we're alone..."

She let out a soft, Russian curse when he started working her in earnest, and any illusions of helping to keep them afloat slipped away. Hooking her legs around his waist again, Natasha buried her face against his neck, his words causing her skin to prickle. She loved when he talked dirty, putting all these delicious ideas in her head, and she couldn’t help but move with him, move against his hand as he thrust his fingers into her, over and over. When he finished talking, though, she leaned back enough to look at him, her pupils dilated and her breathing short.

“Wait, so you’re throwing an idea like that out there then telling me it’s for another time?” she said, somehow managing to get the words out with only a few pauses and minor noises between. “Maybe you just don’t think you can keep our heads above water. It would be pretty hard” She ground against him again with that word, letting out a moan herself as it pushed his fingers harder against her clit.

"Challenging me in a kink battle, really, red?"

Clint slowly raised an eyebrow at her, but his smug grin fluttered around the edges. Fuck, she was hot when she was that turned on, when she started to throw around words in her mother tongue and pressed herself against him as if they had been alone in their bedroom.

It had started out as teasing, but who was he to deny the lady when she obviously liked the idea? And there wasn't any doubt she did. Her warm, slick juices coated his hand even underwater and her muscles clamped down on him with every move, obviously in need for something thicker, more solid to fill her.

It was probably the worst idea of the day but there really was no resisting her when she was like that. And Clint trusted his decades of training in focus at least enough to keep them out of trouble, in case someone should get too close to them. Which looked more than unlikely right now. Also, admittedly, the thought that someone could watch them from afar and get even an idea of what they were doing underwater, was actually pretty hot...

"You're killing me. You know that, right?"

He still was fully ready to stop - even if that meant taking a swim further out into the water, to take care of his overactive hormones - but he had to make room for his growing lust at least. Bathing trunks definitely weren't made for a hot woman grinding against him. He withdrew his hand from her carefully to free his now steel-hard cock from the too tight fabric, the intense touch of warm, hard water drawing a breathy moan from his lips. Then he pulled Natasha close to him again, burying his face against her neck.

His hands were back to working her perfect ass, pulling her against him with every lazy swim move, while his hardness glided smoothly through her heat between her legs, teasing her sensitive folds through her panties, pressing against her most sensitive spots. It was an invitation she could take or not if she liked too, and sweetest torture for his own wound up body. The arousal thrummed through his veins in soft waves like those surrounding them. A needy but still controlled pulse right there, where every small move had him pressed against her so enticingly... He had to lie if he was to say, it wasn't tempting at all.

“Just don’t kill us both,” Natasha replied, grinning at him. There was a part of her that couldn’t believe they were actually doing this. It was a terrible idea, they weren’t a couple of lovesick teenagers with absolutely no shame. Someone could see them, or they could just end up completely frustrated if it didn’t work out right. It was a lot of pressure on Clint to keep them above water, and that kind of pressure didn’t really help the situation. It was a terrible idea, but feeling how aroused he was, his hard cock rubbing against her through that one last layer of clothing and his breathing uneven against her neck, it was just too damn tempting.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” she whispered into his ear. As much as she wanted to feel him inside her at that moment, she didn’t want him to try if it was going to be too much.

Clint raised his head, from where his lips had been very busy with her neck, to look at her, a hint of surprise in his eyes. Deep affection mixed into that excited smile on his lips, and he just had to kiss her, right away. More tender than passionate this time, a teasing light expression of intimacy in so much more than every physical way.

It happened seldom that someone asked him if he was sure of anything, and though it might not be necessary, not with Natasha, not with the person closest to him... It was nice of her to consider it anyway. She cared for him in a way not many people did. For that alone he never would get tired of making her feel good, of showing her that little piece of happiness, closeness, of life and normalcy that people like them could have.

"Sure if I want to be inside you? Pretty much, yeah."

He nibbled on her lower lip playfully, but his smile was still soft, letting her know, he really appreciated her offer. This would be mostly work, yes, and later at night he'd probably be a little less patient. Or just take care of too much pressure alone in the bathroom, if Natasha wasn't feeling up to anything then. Right now this was about her.

Also, it had the very positive side effect of being a perfect workout.

"Don't think. I've got you."

One of his arms held her securely against his chest, fingertips gently caressing her neck while the other moved back to her hips to pull her panties aside. She felt more than ready for him, but the surroundings were slightly awkward of course. So he was even more careful than usual with her, guiding himself along with his hand before he placed it on her ass again, motioning her to do the rest herself, in her own speed.

"Just... enjoy. Take what you need."

Shuddering, he bit down on the juncture of her neck, just enough to stifle a loud, aroused moan on his lips. She felt just too fucking good, no matter how often they did this, there really was nothing better.

"Want to see you fall apart, beautiful..."

Natasha smiled against his lips and her stomach fluttered. He was always so concerned for her, so mindful of never doing anything that might upset her, of making sure that she never felt pressured to do anything she didn’t want to, and he deserved such care in return. Although his reply was playful, she could see the truth in his eyes and that was enough.

She tried to do as he asked, to just shut off her brain and give herself over to him. It wasn’t the easiest thing to do, letting him take on all the burden of keeping them afloat, but his hands were so comforting, strong yet gentle, that at least her mind was at ease.

Of course that little display of arousal didn’t hurt either. It definitely egged her on and made her want to see if she could make him react further, a moan catching in her throat as he pressed his teeth against her neck. Keeping one hand on his shoulder, she reached between them with the other to help guide him into her. She wasted no time in sinking down over her, a quiet sigh escaping her lips as she took him all in. For a long moment she paused just there, her tongue lapping at the pulse in his neck, before she adjusted her legs to pull herself even harder against him. No matter how many times they did this it always felt so good to have him inside her, filling her so perfectly like they were made to fit together. “Okay?” she whispered, clenching her muscles around him and focusing on the language of his body.

"You keep doing that, I can't promise coherent answers."

Clint groaned against her neck, his body trembling against hers when she started to work him just like she knew it would drive him crazy in no time. His hand on her ass, while still keeping her panties out of the way, grabbed her sensitive flesh tightly without directing her, one fingertip playing down the narrow cleft to stimulate one or the other highly sensitive place. Being inside her hot softness was heaven any other day, but when she started using her muscles on him, the violent racing of his heart, that pressure building inside felt like his body was about to explode in the best of ways.

He was thankful for the distraction of keeping them afloat, really, of working against the tide to not get too close to the beach and risk anyone catching them. The slight burning in his thigh muscles was perfect to focus on, and just enjoy this beloved intimate feeling of their warm wet bodies pressing into each other.

"You feel so fucking great."

Somehow he managed to tear his mouth away from Natasha's neck to look at her from lust darkened eyes. Part of him still had trouble believing, they were actually doing this, right here, in the bright sunlight, with the peacefulness of the waves washing around them. It was nothing short of perfect, and he already made a mental note to get them to this boat ride to a lonely beach soon, where they wouldn't have to worry about audience.

For now he was perfectly satisfied with where he was, with the hottest woman in the world grinding down on his rock hard cock and the weightless surroundings carrying them away without pressure.

"Love it so much when you ride me, beautiful. Love to watch you, and how wet you get for me..."

Another aroused little bite on her lower lip left the skin sensitive before he soothed the spot with the tip of his tongue, savoring the taste of salt on her.

Natasha grinned at his words and squeezed him just a little more for good measure before letting herself relax again. Obviously they couldn’t take their time out here, not with Clint’s strong legs and concentration the only thing keeping their heads above water, but it would be no good torturing him so much so soon either.

Murmuring something incoherent against the crook of his neck at his exploratory fingers, she gently rocked and rotated her hips. When she found just that right spot she paused and held herself still, a quiet sigh escaping her lips.

Leaning back to meet Clint’s eyes, seeing the lust and wonder that she was sure mirrored her own, she kissed him softly, a fleeting movement, before offering a smile that only grew wicked at his words.

“Especially wet right now, hmm?” she teased, lifting her hand from the water and trailing one wet finger down his nose. He was so hot when he teased her like this, nipping at her and eliciting pleasure that was close to pain in the best way possible. Running her hand through his hair she started moving, slow and subtle movements that were undetectable in what was visible above the surface. “Later on, tonight, I think it’s about time you took a turn on top,” she spoke quietly.

Natasha's little pun earned her a loving pinch of her ass, then Clint was right back to caressing her warm, firm flesh, going with her movements. Occasionally he kept her pressed closed for a few seconds, when she found that one perfect angle that had her shiver and moan in his arms.

"Good plan. I might have one or the other idea for that..."

The next feather light bite hit Natasha's chin, just a quick nip for adrenaline measures, before his lips and tongue got busy again, making their way down from her chin to her neck. Thorough, methodical touches of tenderness and desire, aimed to wind her up just as much as his words, when he finally withdrew again to look her in the eye. To watch her feel all this pleasure his body was giving her and show her how much it turned him on in return.

"I think I want you flat on your back tonight, right by the edge of the bed, with your knees bent... Want you to hold yourself open and ready for me while I take you..."

His hand slowly wandered down her thigh to emphasize his words, rough between quick pants and moans mixing in, both from the picture on his mind and Natasha's body doing its magic on his.

It was enough to make him hide his face against her skin again, trying hard to keep the noise from his lips down. Or they'd probably hear them even up in their valley soon. Natasha, though, was always allowed to hear those. He sure didn't hold back when his lips went back to her ear for another filthy promise.

"Gonna make you come so hard, beautiful..."

When Clint started working her neck again, Natasha wound her arms around his shoulders and closed her eyes, giving herself over completely to the skill of his mouth and the strength of his body. Even disregarding what they were doing beneath the water that couldn’t be seen, they were revealing much more above it than she was used to, but the thought never crossed her mind. Public displays of affection weren’t normally her thing, but right now she didn’t care who saw her arms around him nor his face buried against her neck. In the long run, what did it really matter? They had spent far too long hiding their feelings, both from each other and from the world, and she just didn’t want to hide anymore. There were certain things that should be kept private, but she loved him, and why should she try to hide that, especially when it had no way of interfering with their job. Here they didn’t have to worry about that; here they could let go.

Holding herself tight against him right where it made her gasp, it took a little more effort to open her eyes and look at him when he pulled back again, but she managed. Thankfully she didn’t have to hold it for long, and she let out a low moan at both his words and his touch. His voice always took on this low rumble in moments like these, and she swore she had never heard anything sexier in her life.

“More...” she muttered, grinding herself hard against him and pressing her teeth against his shoulder. She didn’t elaborate if she wanted him to do more with his hands, his lips, or his voice, and whatever way he interpreted it she had no doubt it would be just what she needed.

They had spent countless nights and done a good number of different things in bed - or out of it - together... But in that moment, Clint could swear there was nothing sexier than Natasha's aroused whisper for more, with her half naked body, just as warm and pliant as the water carrying them, wrapped around him in every sense of the word. She was so turned on, he could swear, he could feel her wash her lust all over his hardness and balls even in that strange surrounding.

His own body wasn't far behind, thrumming with arousal, with adrenaline from both that, the small touch of exhibitionism, and the most creative workout. His heart hammered slightly in his ears, and his breath was deep, quick against Natasha's neck. But still there was no problem keeping them right were they were, while having half an eye on the beach afar. Fortunately, still nobody seemed to take a second look at them.

Which was good because he couldn't promise, he could fully control himself much longer. There was only so much he could do to help Natasha along with the slow, enticing movement of her hips. But he made it his job to press his hips against hers steadily everytime he his legs gave them another push upwards. It was not enough, not nearly, but that wasn't the plan. That was for later.

For now the lady needed something more and he wasn't going to do a bad job with that.

"Doing so good, beautiful..."

His hot breath kept on teasing right over her ear, the gentle caressing her neck holding her right there. His hand on her ass slipped a little lower still. That one fingertip teasing her got bolder, playing around that certain rough patch of skin before carefully slipping inside of her, to the first knuckle only.

"Think about just that, how hard I'm gonna fuck you later, while you're on your back for me, asking for more... How it feels when I hit that one little spot with every thrust until you scream my name..."

Every touch, every word, just pushed her further into ecstasy. Clint knew exactly what to say, how to say it; he knew where to touch her, and how. In moments like these Natasha almost wondered if he knew her body better than she even did; he certainly knew exactly what she needed.

Pushing back against his finger, then pressing her hips against his again, she buried her face in his throat and moaned at the increased pleasure before repeating the motion. Bringing her lips to his ear she started muttering in Russian between almost painful nips, one hand sliding down beneath the band of his shorts to dig her fingers just lightly into the soft flesh of his ass. She could feel her climax approaching already, brought on by so much stimulus at once, and squeezed his cheek harder, wanting to take him over with her.

Just a few moments ago, Clint had been certain there was no way he got to finish here, not with so little movement, and that had been totally okay, since he had started this for her mostly... He obviously still underestimated Natasha's capacity of driving him absolutely crazy if she wanted to.

Her teeth and the perfect pressure of her hand, and that roughness in her voice, the wonderfully filthy words in her own language... Suddenly he found himself pressing against her much harder, uncontrolled for a moment before he remembered, he had to keep it low for more than one reason, and pressed his forehead against her shoulder with a grunt.

Instead he concentrated even more of making it as good as possible for her, going with the rhythm of her hips with his caressing hand while he carefully, slowly penetrated her deeper, softly circling and thrusting in time with the jerking of her hips.

"Come on, beautiful", he whispered hoarsely against her skin. "I know you can do it... Come for me..."

The last word drowned in another long moan and the enthusiastic sucking on her shoulder, when a new jolt of arousal ringed through his loins and had him press against her tightly one more time.

Despite everything, Natasha grinned when Clint let go a little. She knew this wouldn’t be easy on him, with him having to concentrate on keeping them afloat and not being able to do too much else for himself, so it felt like a sort of victory that he was enjoying it as much as he was, and that he might not leave entirely unsatisfied.

She continued to rock against him, and she had to remind herself to keep her movements small so they weren’t so obvious. He just felt so damn good inside her, both his cock and his finger, that it was hard to keep her thoughts straight.

Slipping her fingers down between his cheeks, she squeezed his ass tighter and bit down harder on his ear. She was panting and gyrating against him, and with one last particularly lewd comment in his ear she felt her orgasm wash over her, leaving her shaking and shuddering in his arms.

Clint's answer to Natasha's last, most colorful encouragement wasn't half as coherent. He was too busy concentrating on the necessary muscle control to keep them where they were.

His legs threatened to give in for a moment when Natasha pressed herself against him so tightly, the waves of her climax working him so perfectly inside of her that he was certain, the top of his head would come off. It wasn't enough, not quite, but he really didn't care, because it was hot as fuck. He held Natasha close to him with his hand firmly against her ass, coaxing her through her orgasm with more of these small, careful thrusts of his finger until she went limb against him.

Her body felt hot, trembling, caught up in her lust completely while she gave herself over to him so much, trusting in him to take care of her... And holy shit, he had just made her come in the middle of the ocean. Admittedly, he liked that thought, he loved it how she looked satisfied - at least for the moment - and blissed out, and that more than made up for something like an open ending. Plenty of time tonight.

Carefully pulling back his hand, he wrapped both his arms securely around her waist again, still panting and swallowing down moans, and carefully lifted her off him, lifting her body higher against his, so he could put his clothing back where it belonged. And escape stimulation that wouldn't have made things easier right now.

The new position also had her beautiful cleavage on a very comfortable level, and he couldn't resist placing a few small kisses on her curves. But he pulled back quickly then, or this would never end. And they shouldn't play on their luck of not being seen much longer.

With a deep, shaky sigh, he leaned his head back to look up at her, with a smile slightly dizzy around the edges.

"You're unbelievable, you know."

Dancing in the Dark (for farmboyhawk)

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