study_in_scarlet | Dancing in the Dark (for farmboyhawk)

"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?"

It was hard to tear herself away from him, and while she certainly wasn’t opposed to having a bit more fun in the shower she thought they’d had enough water sexploits for now, especially when there was a nice, comfortable bed waiting for them in the other room that they hadn’t put through its paces yet.

Drying herself off thoroughly, there wasn’t much she could do with her hair but wrap it up in a towel to sop up some of the water before disappearing into the bedroom. Finding the set she wanted in one of the bureau drawers, Natasha dressed quickly in purple lace, completing the look with a pair of black six-inch stilettos. Combing out her wet tresses, she took a look at her reflection and frowned. Just like the bikini the lingerie didn’t fit quite as well as it had when she had purchased it, and she covered her slightly swollen belly with her hands. Luckily her top had filled out to the point of almost spilling over, so it was likely that Clint wouldn’t even notice her stomach.

Hearing his voice near the door, she turned toward the sound and struck a pose, one hand behind her head and the other on her hip. “I do hope that the rumours of your affinity for purple are not entirely false,” she said with an enigmatic grin.

outfit and shoes

Clint knew, he was staring like an idiot and should probably close his mouth or at least say something, but he was far too busy eating Natasha alive with the pure power of his gaze. Well... That was definitely not what he had expected.

Not something that exquisite, delicate, beautiful, something she would usually wear at work if it was absolutely necessary, but certainly not for him. It wasn't like it was necessary. He was crazy for her, no matter how she looked.

But the way she looked right now, maddeningly sexy with all her wonderful curves presented perfectly and that sweet, nearly innocent color barely hiding certain favorite body parts of his... That was a picture to behold and he certainly would. Her pale smooth skin gleamed softly against the lingerie in the fading evening light, inviting - demanding - to be touched. He was vaguely aware, that he still had the door knob in his hand as if to keep himself from pulling her near and worship every inch of her skin immediately. But for a moment longer he just wanted to look at her.

Even after clearing his throat, his voice sounded still thick with lust and the unbelieving admiration he felt for this woman, the ongoing confusion that someone like her wanted to be with a guy like him.

"Well, the color suits you definitely better than me. Jesus, Nat..."

He scratched his head with a nervous chuckle, not at all surprised that that towel around his hips didn't fit as well as before anymore. Damn, she had him by the strings and he enjoyed every seconds of it.

"Not sure if I even want you to take this off..."

He was gaping, and it was exactly the reaction Natasha had been hoping for. She had slicked her hair back severely with her comb, so it did not hide a single inch of the skin she displayed, at least not in the front. She had other outfits of course, the more obvious black numbers that were more leather than lace, but this one was special for him, only for him, and nothing like anything she had worn in the past for any reason.

When he finally spoke she could feel herself getting wet again just from his voice, from the proof of just what she did to him... though there was certainly some visual proof as well that his towel did little to cover.

“I take it you like what you see?” she said with a flirty smirk. “And you know, we can always work around it...” Turning slowly to reveal the back, and the fact that the panties left even less to the imagination from behind, she ran one fingertip along the waistband to where the two strings connected at the very back. “Although you know I’ve always been a bit inventive.” If he looked a little closer he would find a tiny snap she had altered in that would allow him to get the panties out of the way without having to remove the garters, if he so chose.

"Like definitely isn't strong enough a word for that."

He had meant to drag it out a little more, wait for her to express her next wishes, but she was turning her back on him, showing off that glorious ass as good as nude, and he was sold. Not to mention that seductive laced backside of her top, just waiting for his teeth to pull on one or the other string.

At least he had enough self control left to near her slowly, still drinking in every beautiful curve, every shade of light playing on her skin, the dangerous dark shade of her hair falling down her back... The pride, the self-assurance in her posture, her words, every of her breaths. God, he wanted her badly.

When they finally touched, it was merely his lips on her bare shoulder, and tender, slow fingertips sliding over the thin material covering her sides, until they reached bare skin. A longing shudder went down his spine. He needed to feel, to breathe her, now. Without taking his mouth off her, he slowly went to his knees, teeth and tongue tickling, softly scraping her skin as he went, tangling with these thin cords of her top just enough to make it slip a little.

Then he was kneeling behind her, his face pressed into her thigh with a deep sigh, breathing in her soft scent. He let her feel the remaining stubble on his cheeks while his hands slowly went up and down her hips, playing with all the strings and straps there. It was perfect, just close enough and promising so much more. He decided that he could easily get drunk on this, watching her in this kind of clothing while he placed small kisses on her legs and the curve of her butt, ever so slowly nearing that thin strap in the middle.

"Open up for me, beautiful?"

He all but stalked toward her, his movements slow and deliberate, and when he finally touched her a shiver ran through her. She wanted to lean back against him, to feel his solid chest against her back, but soon his lips were trailing down her body as he knelt behind her and she thought that this was just as good. The heels certainly changed her stature considerably but he adjusted easily and she had to bite her lips to keep from making a sound at the slight scratch of his stubble against her skin.

He worshipped her. Many men said that to women, claimed to worship them, but Clint proved it with soft kisses and light touches, taking his time to truly appreciate her.

She didn’t hesitate in fulfilling his request, stepping her feet apart expertly as if she had been born in heels. “Enough?” she asked, her voice deep and throaty. Placing her hands on her thighs, she bent over slightly. “Or more like this?”

"Perfect."

Clint sighed the small word softly against her inner thigh and deliberately brushed his cheek there again, longing to feel her shudder against him. His hands joined hers on her thighs, softly caressing them and holding her steady at the same time. Slowly enough, he started licking a trail over the thin material of her panties, savoring the taste of her growing arousal. Just for a moment his tongue dipped between the softness of her folds, rubbing the fabric all over her most sensitive parts.

Then he kissed his way back to her thigh just as slowly, to that little clip he had spotted there before. It was pretty tricky opening that one with his teeth and tongue only, but he took his sweet time, breath and kisses and small bites ghosting over Natasha's skin while he was busy until it finally snapped open. Pulling the moist and sweet smelling fabric off her skin enough to bare his destination, was easy enough now.

And now his impatience got the better off him after all. She was just too hot and delicious looking to not plunge his tongue deep inside her right away, get a first taste of his favorite drug, and he certainly wasn't disappointed. The towel had gotten lost somewhere on the way, and he could already feel his cock rest heavy against his thigh, the heat pulsating in his veins clouding his mind more by the seconds. Instinctively he held Natasha's hands more firmly, stopping himself from going there just barely. This would end really quickly, if he started jacking off to this intoxicating sight right before his eyes...

When she felt the hot pressure of Clint’s tongue through the thin material of her thong, Natasha didn’t even try to hold back a moan this time. Far too soon he stopped, but she could feel him working the small snap she had sewn in, trying to unclasp it with his mouth. She considered helping him, but even if he didn’t have her hands beneath his on her thighs it was a challenge she knew he would rise to soon enough.

She heard the little snap as it gave way, felt him peel the wet material off of her skin and she shivered slightly as she felt his breath on her. It was about all she had time to do before she was crying out as his tongue entered her with not a second of preamble. She was glad for his strong hands on his, his arms holding her steady, or she would have pitched forward and lost her balance. “Maybe we should... move this to the bed,” she gasped.

Clint pulled back from her only very reluctantly, using the chance for a short, teasing flicker of his tongue against her clit before he pressed his cheek against her thigh again, a longing sigh on his lips.

"Hmm, I don't know... Enjoying the view pretty much from here... Good thing I'm a creative guy."

Chuckling under his breath, he scooted away from her, over to the bed, but kept on half kneeling on the floor, a wicked, inviting grin on his face as he patted the mattress.

"Why don't you get comfortable here while I enjoy that view for a while longer? Or, of course, if you have other wishes..."

He gave her a perfectly innocent look from under his lashes.

Natasha could feel his reluctance, and in all honesty she shared it, but she didn’t think her legs would hold her tonight. She wanted to lay down, relax, and let Clint work his magic.

She took a minute to steady herself once his supportive hands were removed, but she managed to walk fairly normally toward him as he settled on the floor. Stopping just before him, she lifted one foot and placed it on his chest, the point of her heel digging into his flesh slightly as she pushed him back against the bed. “It’s very hard to pull off innocent from that position,” she said, her eyes traveling down his body.

Giving him one last little push she moved her knee to the bed right behind his head and crawled on the mattress until she could lower her upper body to the pillow, her ass still perfectly on display in the air. It was a familiar position, one she had been in many times before, though the memory of the most recent one, back on Clint’s sofa in his apartment only a few days ago, made her close her eyes a moment as she played it over in her mind. “Still enjoying the view?” she asked after a moment, her voice husky, “or would you prefer another angle?”

Natasha was making use of her definitely dominant position right now, just as Clint had hoped, and it was even hotter than he had imagined it. His eyes were glued to her hungrily when she neared him, a hint of a proud smile curling on his lips at her slightly unsteady stance. He had his lower lip drawn firmly between his teeth to taste the reminder of where his mouth had just been, and to keep aroused noises at this point already under control.

A lost cause the second she touched him, handling his body easily like that. A growl rumbled deep in his chest when he gave in to her, leaning back to let his eyes roam up and down her legs, to the bared, heated triangle in between and back up where her top hardly covered her chest. It was all he could do not to pull her down onto him immediately. Instead his fingertips gently caressed her ankle, the strong line of her lower leg until he reached the back of her knee, careful not to tickle this time.

"Yeah, but look how well you make me behave", he answered with a throaty laugh, blinking up at her from dazed, hungry eyes. Fuck, he wanted her. He didn't think he could have waited long - at least not without the help of certain restraints - so he was very glad when Natasha followed his advise and got comfortable on the mattress. Sweet Jesus, she was gorgeous.

"Just perfect, beautiful."

And in perfect reach from this position too, which he made use of immediately. Straightening up in his half sitting, half leaning position, he let his hands wander further up her legs until he could grab two handful of perfect ass and get his tongue the hell back between her legs. He could swear she was even more aroused than before, slick and sweet and perfect against his kissing and sucking lips, opening up so easily for him when he pushed back inside her, longing to taste her. His next helpless, pleasured moan sounded against her body, and he shivered, hard, trying to get his hips under control where they tried to thrust into empty air.

Dancing in the Dark (for farmboyhawk)

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