study_in_scarlet | Dancing in the Dark (for farmboyhawk)

"Somehow you always find the right words to motivate me."

Clint chuckled into the softness of her curves pressing against him so perfectly and somehow withstood temptation to start nibble on her skin through her dress. They had time, he rather saw her undressed anyway... and if this was how it would be tonight, with her beautiful deep voice whispering directions and encouragements, he had no objections at all.

He lifted her up easily, both arms wrapped around her waist, his hands on her thighs shoving up her skirt just enough so it wouldn't be in the way, and carried her to the bathroom without hurry. That soft, admiring smile was still on his lips and he never stopped looking at her, reveling in how she looked, how she smiled back and that small glimmer of excitement in her eyes.

Once they were there, he let her down to the floor just as gently and moved behind her to open her dress for her. With his hands already on her shoulders he stopped, though, remembering the drill and moved close enough to her ear to whisper a few soft, pleading words.

"May I?"

Clasping her hands behind his neck, Natasha couldn’t help but marvel at Clint’s strength. He lifted her easily and carried her as if she weighed nothing, not even once faltering in his slow, steady stride. His arms were always gentle when he held her and she knew she was safe in them, but she also knew he had the strength to pin her down and be rough with her if he really wanted to. He wouldn’t, not unless she expressly asked him to, but the idea that he could was thrilling enough.

Once she was on her feet again she let her arms fall back to her sides and waited. Moving her hair out of the way and over one shoulder, she nodded at the request and answered with “yes. And the suit as well.”

"My pleasure."

Clint took his time with that next part too, fingertips circling, caressing, teasing over Natasha's shoulders, down her back, lips placing small kisses on the newly revealed skin until her dress was riding low on her hips. Straightening back up, he caught one of the ends of her bikini bow tie between his teeth and pulled it open, slowly enough to let her feel his breath on her neck until the thin fabric fell to the floor.

Her dress was next, casually pushed out of the way when his hands made their way back down, without even the smallest detour- he was a gentleman after all. Sometimes. If he wanted to.

Also, he actually enjoyed it, just slowly peeling layer by layer off Natasha's soft, smooth skin. First that light dress that didn't need much encouragement anymore to fall to the floor, then the nothing that was her bikini panties. His thumbs brushed over the smooth sensitiveness between her legs when he rolled that last part her hips, so short it was hardly even true. He sat back on the tub edge in the motion to help Natasha all the way out of the puddle around her feet, still all gentleman, save for a small, tender kiss on the sweet curve of her ass on the way.

"Anything else I can do for you?"

As much as they were still playing, there was also the soft, admiring gentleness in his voice, the one always settling in when he was allowed to see her like that. He would never ever get tired of that.

Natasha drew her bottom lip in between her teeth and tried to stay still as Clint slowly, torturously, undressed her. Considering how little she was already wearing, it was actually kind of impressive that he could stretch out the act as long as he did without really getting carried away and going off on a detour.

The use of his teeth was a nice touch and hotter than she cared to admit. Maybe next time she would get him to remove most of her clothing with his mouth.

When he had finished she looked back over her shoulder at him a moment, that tone in his voice making her stomach flip.

“Back on your feet,” she said when she turned to face him. Catching the hem of his shirt she pulled it slowly upward, stooping down to follow it’s path with her lips, much as he had done. He still tasted of salt, and she loved the way his muscles contracted slightly as she moved over him. “Arms up,” she instructed as she reached his chest, stopping a moment to swirl her tongue around one nipple before grazing it with her teeth.

They stood close enough to each other that Natasha had to feel and see the shudder running through his body at the sudden change in her voice, her words. And the way he drew his lower lip between his teeth for a second, to bite back a gasp. Fuck, she was hot when she was being bossy. Ever so often he would resist her just for the thrills when the mood changed like that, challenge her into a battle for dominance. But right now he felt like playing along, continue that little game of obeying her and worship her the way she deserved it.

Which didn't mean he couldn't try steer the game a little himself of course... Like with pressing his body close to hers when he stood up or shifting just a little to the side, so he ended up with one leg between hers, the rough fabric of his pants teasing the insides of her thigh. His lips ghosted over her forehead for just a second while he waited for her to decide what to do next, and a slow, smug smile let her know how much he already enjoyed this.

He lifted his arms immediately when she told him to, but of course couldn't resist letting his muscles play against her hands when she started undressing him, to give her something to watch and feel. The intentional game soon changed into shivers and sensitive skin hardening under much too short, too teasing touch when she attacked him with her mouth. His hands searched for support on the pole high above his head where the shower curtain was fixed.

"I think I like this kind of shower..."

She felt him shudder and smirked to herself. This hadn’t been her intention at all earlier in the day. She had intended to show off one of the little ‘outfits’ she had purchased just for him, then have him pin her to the bed and fuck her senseless, but now... well, there was nothing saying they couldn’t do both, right?

He listened well, though of course he had to play his game as well, not that Natasha minded one bit. If fact she ground herself against his leg for a moment, closing her eyes at the sensation before continuing her task. Pulling his shirt off over his head, she ran her hands along his arms, feeling his muscles twitch and flex. She had never seen a more appetizing pair of arms in her life, muscular and veiny but not too much. Standing on her tip toes, she kissed along his shoulder to one perfect bicep. “Mm, I can tell,” she said, dragging her tongue along his arm before biting down on his skin, not enough to break through but definitely more than the usual playful nips. She didn’t want to mark him up too badly, though. Unfortunately here, in this climate, it wouldn’t be as easy to hide them.

A growl, feral and impatient, escaped Clint's lips. Fuck, as if she didn't know exactly what it did to him when she bit him.

He quickly got the rest of his shirt off his stretched arms and slung it over the curtain rail to hold on to it. If he started touching her now, this would be over in a matter of seconds and that was definitely not where this should be headed.

Instead he let that muscles she admired so much play against her lips, enjoying that sweet low burn from her mark with an aroused sigh while he waited for her next move. His leg between hers pressed against her just a little more, slowly rubbing against her, the fabric of his pants stimulating the sensitive skin.

"We maybe should start that shower before we're too busy, you know..."

She knew, she definitely knew, and it was for the growl she elicited that she did it. A shiver ran down her spine and her stomach clenched at the feral sound, and she found herself rubbing against him, just short of practically humping his leg. She could feel his muscles working against her lips and sucked at his skin, wanting to sink her teeth into him and not let go.

“Maybe,” she agreed slowly, lingering a moment longer before abruptly pulling away from Clint. Moving over beside him, she bumped her hip against his before bending over the tub rather provocatively to turn on the tap and start mixing the water. “And maybe you should lose those pants.”

He was that close to giving her ass a firm nice grab when she bent over like that but barely held back, still holding on to that perfect gentleman role.

"Well, I figured you wouldn't mind if I left them on", he mused, still in that low, rumbling voice to let her know he was far from calm.

He somehow managed to get out of his clothes without tripping over and enter the tub. The shirt stayed where it was though, hanging from that pole to come back to it, if Natasha planned another attack like the one a minute ago.

For the moment he was content to get under the perfectly mixed water spray and stretch out, unashamed, to let it wash off all the traces the day had left. And of course he used his muscles a little more than necessary when leaning back and raising his arms to get the worst of salt and sand out of his hair.

"You coming?"

He raised an eyebrow at her, a positively dirty grin playing on his lips.

Natasha was surprised he resisted the temptation, and a little bit disappointed that he didn’t give in to his instincts, but he was clearly still playing her game and behaving himself as best he could while letting her call all of the shots. She could tell he was very much on edge, though, a fact that he didn’t even try to hide from her. She loved when he voice got all rough like that.

He was also far from graceful, his movements a bit erratic until he got himself safely into the shower.

Straightening up once she was happy with the temperature, Natasha stood at the side of the tub a moment and just admired the view as Clint stretched and flexed while he rinsed out his hair.

“Not yet, but I’m sure you’ll remedy that soon enough,” she said, returning his grin before stepping lithely into the shower with him. Standing before him, she ran her hands slowly up his arms until she reached his wrists, her fingers wrapping around them as she leaned in for a searing kiss.

"Planning to. Your call though", Clint answered in that low husky drawl she obviously enjoyed so much.

Where he had kept it together pretty perfectly so far, when Natasha's naked body pressed against him under the warm water, the arousal finally broke free, and he couldn't help press his groin into hers with a grunt.

The way she held his hands was far hotter than it should be. He wouldn't have trouble breaking free - in the strength department he had over her what Natasha balanced out with speed and agility - but wrestling in limited, slippery space would only end up with ungraceful stumbling. Of course she knew and he didn't mind at all that she took advantage of that.

He folded his hands in his neck obediently and returned her kiss with just as much passion, sucking her tongue into his mouth while he panted against her, desire quickly rising with the intensifying situation of power play. The feeling of her heated, moist skin all over his body was heaven, demanding for more, closer touch, but for the moment he was completely satisfied taking whatever she wanted to provide.

Clint was planning to be entirely submissive, to let her do what she wanted with him, but he couldn’t entirely control his body’s instincts and Natasha chuckled a little at his unconscious action. “We’ll get there,” she said, running her hands back down his arms when he held his own hands in place where she put them.

When she finally broke the kiss, she leaned back just enough to grin at him. Sliding down his body a few inches and up again, she delighted in the feel of her breasts rubbing against his chest before taking a step back and cupping them in her hands. “Gain a few pounds and it all goes right here,” she said, giving them a gentle squeeze and fixing her eyes on Clint’s face to see his reaction. She knew he loved to watch her touch herself. “You don’t mind at all, do you?” Her voice was all innocence even as she brushed her thumbs over her already semi-hard nipples and bringing them to full attention.

"Not a bit."

Clint's mouth suddenly felt too dry to talk. Fuck, she just knew exactly how to drive him wild in record time.

He leaned his head back to catch a few drops of water on his tongue and try let the strong spray on his face clear that thickening fog of want. But the water was definitely too warm for that and he found his sight drawn magically to Natasha's glorious breasts in no time again.

The way she worked her beautiful skin, slightly flushed from the water and... other things, and how the soft flesh of her luscious curves pressed through between her slender, strong fingers... He had to hold back hard from trying to pull her in his arms and do this very pleasurable job for her. Playing with her breasts was something he always would enjoy greatly, and when they were obviously a little more sensitive and even tastier looking than usual... It was sweetest torture not burying his face there immediately.

He had moved back against the shower pole unintentionally while watching her, half out of the water spray, which he only realized when his still threaded fingers touched metal. He held on to that thin support thankfully, shuddering at the feel of coldness pressing into his backside and never took his eyes away from Natasha's little game for even a second.

"God, you're gorgeous."

It came out more as an admiring whisper than anything else, lust dazed eyes seeking hers, his body tensing and trembling softly from the effort of constraining himself.

"Soap up for me, beautiful?"

Try as he might he couldn’t keep his eyes off of her, which is of course exactly what Natasha was going for. She could see how much she was getting to him already, how he needed that extra bit of support to hold on to, and she grinned wickedly in return.

That whisper of a voice, how his muscles tensed with strain, made her own stomach tighten. The power she had over him was sometimes near intoxicating.

Pursing her lips at his request as if seriously considering it, she continued to fondle her breasts a few moments longer before reaching for the bottle of bodywash. “It is hard to refuse such a captive audience,” she said, pouring a generous amount into her hands and rubbing them together before working the lather over her body, starting by running it slowly up her arm. “It feels good to get that sunscreen off.” Her hand ghosted along her upper chest before she repeated the same motioned with her other arm.

"I can tell. You're being very thorough."

Clint already found himself wetting his lips with his tongue again. Natasha being all wet and naked was intriguing enough, but with the foam playing over her curves... Fuck, he wanted to lick and kiss and suck on every single inch of her skin.

It was very satisfying to catch her staring as well. He made sure to wriggle a little more than necessary against that pole, arm muscles flexing impressively when he struggled to not take that bottle from Natasha and helping her out. Being half way out of the water left him shivering in the cooling evening temperatures which helped keeping it together and just enjoy the show. And boy, did she know how to put up a show.

"You know, if I didn't know better, I'd say you do this on purpose..."

She could see it in his eyes, in the way he licked his lips, in how his muscles tensed, that he wanted to pull her close and replace her hands with his and attack her mouth until they were both moaning. To be honest, the more she teased him, and the more he deliberately showed off those delicious muscles, the more she wanted to give in to him. She could touch herself anytime she wanted; she much preferred having his hands all over her. And his lips, his tongue, his teeth...

“Do what?” she asked innocently, her hands running down her sides and just brushing her breasts before spreading the lather across her stomach. “I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about.” One hand dipped low, not quite reaching that small triangle of hair between her legs but close. The other finally moved back up to work the soap over one breast, then the other, pausing only a moment on each to pinch her nipple, a quiet noise of pleasure escaping her lips.

Clint pouted a little when her hand stopped just in the right moment but enjoyed it nonetheless. There was a cute little softness where her hand touched her belly, proofing her worries about putting on weight, and he very much felt like kissing especially this spot right now. She always looked stunning, no matter if in full trained battle mode with every inch of her body radiating steeled perfection, or in times like these when they both were getting a little lazy.

Before his eyes could linger there for too long, they were already drawn back up to where Natasha continued her perfect torturous game. The noises she was making went right to his groin and left him hotter than the water ever could, longing and impatient, and that waiting part just turned him on more.

"Love it when you touch yourself for me", he murmured, still in this husky low voice. "Think you missed out some parts, though..."

She could feel the changes in her body, how her breasts were fuller and more sensitive, and her stomach just the slightest bit rounder than usual, but she didn’t let herself focus on it. This was an easy task with something much more pleasurable to focus on.

The timbre of his voice was a major turn on, and Natasha licked her lips as her eyes focused on his again. “Did I?” she asked, her expression and voice completely innocent. Pouring a little more soap in her hands and working it to a lather, she turned her back on Clint before bending over to work the suds down her legs, making sure to wiggle her ass just a little as she shifted her weight from one leg to the other. “Did I get them all now?” she continued to tease, running her hands up the back of her thighs.

"Nearly."

Clint's chuckle at her little game sounded slightly shaken, and for a moment he just couldn't resist reaching out, running one hand over Natasha's sweet round butt cheeks. He somehow brought himself to let go immediately again, not without a good nice squeeze on both sides, though. If he even thought about how good it would feel burying himself inside her right away, pressing his whole body against hers, deliciously wet and covered in sweet smelling lather... That would lead to just a slippery, hasty situation, not exactly what he had in mind tonight.

"Remember that position for later, what do you say?"

He was back to holding on to that life-saving pole, with half-closed eyes, trying to tear away his eyes from Natasha's body, without much success. The heat and dampness in the air clouded his mind and left his skin hot and sensitive, longing to be touched. But for the moment he was still good. Fantasizing about how to live these ideas out later had its charm...

That did it, he finally broke and touched her, but to Natasha’s surprise he didn’t linger. Straightening back up and turning to face him again she smirked at him. “Been working on your control, Barton?” she teased, stepping closer to him until the spray of the shower washed over her, carrying the soap suds down her body. “As a reward you can have me in any position you want... when we get out of here.”

Letting the water wash over her head to rinse the salt from her hair, she kept close to him, barely a breath between their bodies but never actually touching him.

"Of course. Have to keep my reputation as a special secret agent and all."

Her promise didn't exactly help to keep his hands where they were. She was so close that he could feel the heat coming off her skin, the sweet scent of the shower gel and that faint note he loved so much about her her hair.

Her nipples were revealed hard and sensitive under the vanishing lather, just begging to be sucked, but Clint was more and more surprised by his own self control. In a minute.

It did have a very special appeal just watching her like this for once, a new perfect image on his mind to remember for lonely nights, and to see her get turned on by the situation just as much as he was. His lower lip throbbed lightly where he kept on biting down while he waited for her to be done with her hair, which was getting harder by the second.

When he - mostly accidentally - shifted a little, straightening his stance, his thigh ended up magically between Natasha's legs, inviting her to grind down on him without really moving himself. The feeling of her moist soft skin against his was nearly enough to make him lose control again, but he restrained himself to only place one small, light kiss on the hollow of her throat when she leaned her head back.

"You are too fucking hot right now, red."

“A secret agent shouldn’t really have a reputation,” Natasha replied as she worked her fingers through her hair.

Brushing the last of the suds from her skin, she watched Clint’s eyes follow them down her body but still he managed to behave. Mostly. When he shifted his position so his thigh was between her legs she sucked in a sharp breath, his skin just barely brushing her sensitive folds. She knew it was far from innocent, but if this was a game she hardly saw how either of them could end up losing here.

“Mm, hot for you,” she murmured, inching just that little bit closer so she could rub herself against his thigh, the very tips of her hardened nipples pressing against his chest. Leaning in, her lips just barely brushed his. “You should probably get cleaned up so we can move this somewhere more comfortable,” she spoke against his lips but made no move to give him room.

"Definitely. Can't come into your bed all dirty."

Their whispered words vibrated between their lips, quick, hot breath teasing wet skin, playing with stray drops of water pearling on Natasha's full lips. A trail too inviting to not lick and suck it off immediately. A playful game that soon turned into sloppy, hungry kisses, still it was only their mouths really touching while their bodies kept away from each other, barely, in an unspoken challenge. Very barely.

It was very satisfying to now see Natasha's control crumble, her skin flushed with want and feel the way she pressed against his thigh. Turning her on like that always left Clint feeling like floating in the air with arousal and a hint of pride, and this time was no different.

He didn't want to give up on their game just yet, he wanted to see if he could make her lose her composure even more. No matter how tempting it was, rubbing against her movement, enjoying the way she was already feeling hot and slick against his skin. There was something that needed to be done before...

Without breaking the kiss, he reached for the shower gel and spread a generous amount on his hands, finally letting go off that pole to sneak them between their bodies, slowly, tentatively, only concentrating on himself and touching his own chest and arms. Absolutely not his fault that with her standing so close, Natasha's soft, smooth skin was worked nearly as efficiently along with his and promptly was covered in a new layer of soap... And if he totally accidentally caught her nipples between his knuckles from time to time, it wasn't like he could help it.

"You know, you're lucky you caught yourself such a flexible guy", he commented, grinning, when he leaned back against the pole again and rested one leg on the tub edge to start getting some more soap there. The other thigh still rested firmly between her legs, maybe even a little closer now, but well, she could always step away...

Natasha couldn’t help but chuckle against his lips. Maybe they prevent the sand and sunscreen from getting on the sheets, but she doubted the bed would be clean by the time they were done tonight.

She counted the kiss as a victory even though the game wasn’t done, but in doing so she could give in a little more without losing. The logic worked well enough in her lust hazed mind. Sucking on his tongue, dragging her teeth over his lip, she let out a small yelp when his hands first “accidentally” brushed her nipples. She wanted to help him rub the soap over his body, wanted to run her hands over every smooth expanse of skin, but she flattened them on the wall behind him instead, angling the upper half of her body away but pressing herself a little harder against his leg.

“It is a quality that comes in handy,” she purred, gyrating her hips just slightly before forcing herself to stop and take a step back. “Now why don’t you take a few extra minutes in here and meet me in the bedroom?” It seemed silly to get dressed even in the slightest at this point, but wasn’t that the point of lingerie? It never was worn for long.

"Aye, Ma'm."

Clint saw her off with another quick kiss and got the rest of the washing up done far more efficiently and quickly then. Because he was pretty sure, if he even had wrapped his arms around her hot, lithe body right now, felt her all close to him instead of this torturous little teasing going on, they wouldn't have made it out of this shower anytime soon.

His hair was pretty much a mess, but fortunately he didn't have half as much work with getting clean as Natasha with her untamable curls. Just as requested he took a little longer with toweling off, brushing his teeth and even trimming a bit of hair down in places where less of it was far more convenient. He wasn't a fan of shaving after one or two painful experiences, but if Natasha already wanted a little time alone to prepare... whatever (a certain memory of certain promised special outfits already got his body far more heated up than it should be possible), it wasn't asked too much to look a little more tidy himself.

Feeling much less messy than after hours in the bright sun, he longed to take Natasha in his arms again but held back like the gentleman he was when he was already standing by the door, a towel lazily slung around his hips.

"So... Did I wait long enough?"

Dancing in the Dark (for farmboyhawk)

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