study_in_scarlet | Dancing in the Dark (for farmboyhawk)

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

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

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

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

"You're so fucking beautiful, baby."

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

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

"Feeling better?"

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

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

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

"Hang on."

Reluctantly, he let her go just long enough to get rid off his jeans, leaving his underwear where it was for now. He was still so fucking hot for her, it wasn't easy to gather his thoughts, but maybe he didn't need any right now.

Maybe it was enough, just the way she looked at him, with her cheeks flushed, her skin still shivering. She was stunningly beautiful standing there in the middle of his bathroom, all pale skin against dark piles, and that flame of her hair so beautiful, even when wet...
And even more important: She was just here now, on her free will, wearing none of her masks. Just plain Natasha, with him, in this cheap hole, with a man who easily kept up with her when it came to psychoses. She could be anywhere right now. She wasn't.

The need suddenly was overwhelming to feel her close, and adrenaline sure was not the main concern right now. So Clint pulled her closer gently until she came to sit on his thigh, his arms tightly embracing her upper body to continue rubbing and messaging her back while he buried his face softly on her shoulder. They had a few minutes before the water would be ready, and he was perfectly happy with where he was right now.

Edited 2013-08-28 22:28 (UTC)

Natasha stood back while Clint shed his jeans, and now it was her turn to stare. Really, his underwear did very little to hide how hard he was, nor did it leave much to the imagination in regards to his rather impressive package, not that she needed her imagination. She had her memories, after all.

Then he was right back to raking his eyes over every inch of her again, and Natasha was lucky she was as confident in her body as she was. Even so, she couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit self conscious under his heated gaze, though she gave no indication of it. If he wanted to look then she was perfectly happy to let him, and even stretched a little to show off her assets to their best advantage. It was amazing how good he could make her feel just by the way he watched her.

She let him pull her close again, and lowered herself to sit on his leg when he tugged her gently down. Her brow furrowed when he held her so tightly, and even though he kept rubbing the warmth back into her skin she knew there was more to it than that. As was their way, though, she said nothing, just held him back just as tight, hands moving over his shoulder and back, feeling the chill on his skin. “Mm, much warmer now,” she said quietly, running one hand up into his hair as she turned her head to press a light kiss to his temple.

"I love it when a plan works out."

Clint hid the last of his melancholy in a playful wink, forcefully shoving away what he really wanted to tell her. How much he wished it could always be that way. That would never happen with the way they lived, and he had long brought himself to accept that.

Still he couldn't resist taking another long look at her face, his thumb tenderly stroking her cheek where the warmth of the heating air had spread, and these full lips that haunted him at night. He couldn't keep her, never, and he shouldn't want to. Natasha didn't belong to anyone, that wasn't her. He'd just have to settle with making every second of this night memorable and take them with him after the next good-bye.

Two of his knuckles softly grasping her chin, he pulled her closer for a kiss but stopped for another whisper, too quiet hopefully to be heard over the swooshing of the water.

"I just love you too fucking much, you know."

Natasha could see something lingering behind his eyes, behind the playfulness he put forward, but she said nothing about it, not sure she was prepared to face it herself.

She leaned into his touch, her eyes watching his as he studied her face, lingering on her lips. She parted them slightly, drawing in a breath, and her hand rand up his arm to lightly encircle his wrist. She had seen people look at the most esteemed artworks in the world with less reverence and emotion than Clint was looking at her with right now.

Closing her eyes when he pulled her in for another kiss, she almost protested when he stopped just short. The words were quiet but she still heard them and they made her heart ache. Did he know that she felt the same? Did he know, without her saying it, just how much she love him too? That she loved him more than she had ever loved anyone else, more than she ever thought possible to love another person?

“I know,” she whispered just as quietly before finally closing the gap and pressing her lips to his. She poured everything she was into the kiss, everything she felt, hoping she could make him feel the thing she had yet to bring herself to say. Someday she would, but it had to be real, not just a response to his proclamation. It had to be a moment when she felt it so strongly she could barely contain it. She had had those moments before, but next time she wouldn’t let them pass by silently.

The uncertainty and sorrow gleamed in Natasha's eyes before he had even finished his sentence or their lips met, and Clint silently cursed. Shouldn't he know better by now? He wanted to make this night good, special for her. Making her shy away from words that she just couldn't tell him, did not qualify as that.

He did his best to show her it didn't matter, not as long as she was here and kissing him like she meant it. Not just devouring his mouth to turn him on - though a naked Natasha in his lap was certainly not helping his erection - but taking the time they had so seldom. Tonight she had it and she was with him. Really, there wasn't much more she needed to do to make him happy.

Soon his hand was back on her neck to knead through her hair, softly loosening her still wet curls, while he enjoyed just her tongue dancing along his, the way she used to bite his lip. The way she smiled against his lips when he tickled that one sensitive spot on her waist, to make her forget that damn one moment. This was something he never got tired of, no matter how badly he wanted her. Just her lips and her overwhelming soft skin, wherever he touched her, covering the strength underneath that answered him, when he gently massaged her thigh.

One of them actually thought of turning the water off somewhere in between, right before things could get too close again. After a few minutes more of just getting lost, shutting his thoughts out, Clint felt relaxed enough to softly move her away from him.

"You want to...?" He nodded inside, a rueful grin on his lips. "I can't promise, I'll not be having second thoughts when I have that hot ass of yours right in front of me."

He was very good at pretending it didn’t matter, but deep down Natasha knew it did, knew it had to. How many times could one person tell another he loved her without hearing it back without having that love die a little? Or at least without having it hurt?

Wrapping her arms around his shoulders again she pulled him close, trying to tell him with her embrace and her kiss, hoping that he understood. Soon enough the tension seemed to pass and the moment grew more relaxed and playful again. His hands roved over her body, not with any urgency nor intent, but just softly exploring her, tickling and caressing until she smiled.

They turned the water off before they got too carried away, and eventually Natasha climbed off of Clint’s lap, though she kept one hand on his shoulder, the other one threading idly through his hair. Chuckling at his words, she took another step back and bent over slightly to rest her hands on his knees. “Well, I could always take care of that for you before we get in...” Her hands glided slowly up his thighs.

"Teasing again, are we?"

Clint hesitated for a moment, trying his best to ignore these wicked hands nearing definitely dangerous areas. Not exactly easy with Natasha's best features so temptingly in reach.

Still, right now he wouldn't have minded just holding her, keep his mind in this seldom melancholy. The night was still long. Plus they didn't need to be back on home base before tomorrow evening.

He tried his best to keep his eyes on her face, but fuck... There were things he could never resist. He found his hand magically drawn to her breasts, flickering over her nipples, teasing them into hardness. Great, Barton, now that helped much. If he didn't want to get another cold shower before entering that bath, this half excited mood wouldn't just die away.
Alsop- he knew from experience he would last much longer for her later if the first edge was taken off.

Maybe the thing was more that he had wanted to take care mostly of her needs tonight. There had been way too few people in her life doing that for her.
"Only if you really want to." He leaned closer for another soft kiss on her forehead.

“Maybe,” Natasha, well, teased. “But you have to admit, I’m very good at it.” Squeezing his thighs she grinned wickedly at him. She could see his hesitation but didn’t let her expression falter; maybe she was doing things all wrong, trying to distract him from the minor hiccup of a few minutes ago, but she always seemed to fall back on what she knew best. Besides, he had been in such a rush to get her up here, it would be cruel to expect him to wait out a long, luxurious bath with her pressed against him. She wanted them both to be able to relax for that, and just right now it looked like he needed a little help relaxing a few things.

Still, it was his choice and she made no further movements until he reached out to cup her breasts, which was as much an agreement as any. Closing her eyes, she let out a small noise at his teasing fingers, her own hands flexing on his legs.

Opening her eyes again to meet his after the fleeting kiss, she smiled warmly at him. “I want to,” she assured him as she lowered herself to her knees between his feet. She wanted to do for him what he had done for her, and even doubly so since it was so painfully clear he was willing to do without if she wasn’t into it. He really was amazing.

“Besides,” she continued, her hands gliding further up his legs and over his hips to grasp the band of his underwear, giving it a light tug. “It would be hard to relax in the bathtub with you poking me in the back.” She didn’t even try to hold back her grin of amusement.

Clint was about to point out, he could still sit in front of her, but having her breasts pressed against him all the time probably wouldn't help much either. Besides, there were a few things on this planet frying his brain instantly. Natasha kneeling in front of him was definitely among them.

"Oh God."

He closed his eyes while was peeling down his underwear off his legs and sat back down. Groaning, he tried to recall another most unsexy picture like a motel kitchen in Malaysia but still could feel his cock come to full attention immediately, his hands trembling visibly when he went back to caress her hair.
He tried his best to be patient, but the sight and where this was leading was too much to not reach for his cock, slowly stroking from head to base.

"You're so goddamn sexy, Tash',"

Edited 2013-09-01 16:41 (UTC)

The way he reacted, like he couldn’t quite control himself fully, was a definite compliment.

Making short work of that one last remaining article of clothing, Natasha sat back on her heels a moment and let her eyes travel over him, drinking him in. How he had planned to carry on without a little release of his own she wasn’t sure, as it was very obvious he was in desperate need of it. He couldn’t even wait for her to touch him, grabbing himself instead in the meantime.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” she replied, crawling a little closer on her knees. Reaching for his hand, she didn’t move it away but wrapped her own hand around his as he stroked himself. “Want a little help with that?” she asked, flicking her tongue just over his very tip before grinning up at him mischievously.

"One of these days, you'll be the death of me, woman."

Clint groaned through his teeth, his fist firmly closed around the base of his cock while he waited for the dangerous pressure deep in his guts to subside.

Sometimes he thought, Natasha knew exactly about that carefully hidden dominant streak of his and played with it on purpose. She was definitely pushing more than one button, being and moving on her knees like that. He more than often had to remind himself not to make use of such teasing. At least not more than they had done it on the way here, or in the hallway.

But damn it, she was challenging his body, the lust building deep inside with every second she was offering herself like that. He certainly wasn't feeling cold anymore.

When he could be sure, he could trust himself with her touch, he removed his hand from under hers slowly to brush his knuckles against her cheek, two fingertips carefully caressing through her hair, just the slightest tugging within the movement.

"Please."

Natasha chuckled low in her throat, her other hand gently massaging his upper thigh. “Hopefully not any day soon. I am far from done with you,” she said, and when she looked up at him again if he looked close enough there was something more tender in her gaze than had been there before. She didn’t let it distract her, though, and as soon as he moved his hand from beneath hers she wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft, applying just a slight pressure.

Between the light tug at her hair and the near strangled plea she wasted no time in wrapping her lips around just the head of his cock, her tongue circling him. She didn’t want to torture him, didn’t want to make him wait, not when he was so ready, not after what he had done for her downstairs.

Slowly she lowered her head, taking him into her mouth, at the same time stroking her hand up to meet her lips.

Clint's breath stuttered in his throat when he watched Natasha work her magic on him. Gone, within seconds, the little control he had scrambled.

How was it that even in this position the aura of strength and pride never left her eyes? Probably no one knew better but him how much depth and danger were in these beautiful green pupils. Knowing that she could kick his ass and detach several vital body parts in a flash, made it easy to remember for him, never getting too carried away. Always be aware of her, her fears and needs.

And much more so, it strengthened his affection even more, for a woman who really had made her oddest choice with him. And still she cared for him just as much as he did for her. She was deadly but when she looked at him like that, fully aware and seemingly enjoying this, and with the slightest of smiles in her eyes, it just didn't matter. She was so much more.

Right now she was mainly driving him crazy. He had to rest back against the opposite tub edge on one arm for support, when she started to take him in, warm softness meeting skin that had been trapped in rough clothing for too long. The heat left his hand trembling, making it harder to not try and pull Natasha closer.

He concentrated on caressing her neck instead, her shoulders, trying to ignore how his cock twitched against her skilled touch and deep inside her. Dwelling in her beauty and confidence had not delayed things for more than a few breaths.

Sweat tickled on his forehead and his chest, mingling with the heat from the water steam. He could feel himself leaking heavily in her mouth and moaned, gripping the cool ceramic beneath his hand tightly and firmly planting his feet to the floor to keep on holding still. Which got more difficult by the second.

"Damn... Been too fucking long, Tash'. Can't..."

His words got lost in another long, deep groan when that familiar pulse deep in his balls fastened along with his heartbeat. The heat left his sight dizzy, his eyes falling closed in a carelessness he couldn't ever give in to with anyone else.

He was struggling so hard to retain any semblance of control but Natasha was relentless. She didn’t ease up when he reached behind him for further support, didn’t falter when his other hand moved haphazardly over her neck and shoulders. Stroking her hand back down to the base of his cock she skimmed her teeth along his length as she drew her head back up before taking him in again. She could taste him already, feel him getting close as he shifted his weight to gain further purchase and keep himself upright.

When his words turned to groans she cupped his balls in her free hand and took him into her mouth as deep as she could, her eyes raising back to his face so she could watch him as he came apart.

Clint had every good intention of holding on a little longer, concentrating on her soft skin beneath his fingertips and the gracious, smooth way she moved. He did want to behold this beautiful sight for a few moments more.

But once Natasha started to nearly take him all the way in, there was never a way back. Seeing his cock disappear into her mouth, her beautiful lips around him... And the hot softness working him, her teeth adding a delicious sharp hint of adrenaline... He would have had trouble withstanding this in the middle of a lengthy game. Right now, with his hormones still wound up from seeing her come on his hand outside, his mind went immediately blank. His body tensed back hard against the shaky support of his arm.

A last alive brain cell reminded him to bring his other hand to Natasha's hair again, this time giving a soft tug away from him. Nothing more than an gentle offer, even though his cock protested with a hard twitch against that thought. But this was a decision always up to her.

And whatever it would be, it sure as hell didn't stop his body from giving in to her. His balls tightened up in Natasha's gentle touch, and for a wonderful long moment the world was quiet. Well, maybe except for a very filthy Sinti curse he might have learned way back in the circus.

Edited 2013-09-03 06:31 (UTC)

She felt his body go tense, then felt the gentle tug at her hair and she would have smiled had her lips not been occupied. Some nights she took the warning and retracted, choosing to finish off with her hand instead, while other nights - like tonight - she kept her lips firmly around him and drank him in, though either way she always appreciated the gesture, the proof that even this far gone he still thought about her, still wanted to give her the choice. Choices were something she hadn’t had a lot of in her life, and she was sure he had no idea just how much it meant to her that he cared for her and respected her that much.

It didn’t take long to tip him over the edge, a fact that Natasha didn’t mind at all right now. The night was young and there was plenty of time to draw it out later.

She continued to stroke him until he’d spilled the last of his seed, then slowly drew her lips back along him. She swallowed, the taste of him lingering on her tongue as she ran it over the very tip of his cock again, finishing just as she’d started before grinning up at him again. “Should be much easier to relax now,” she teased.

Clint had his lips already opened to tell her something completely different, something definitely too sentimental after a greatly relieving orgasm like that. He had told her before. No need to ruin the moment.

"No promises as long as you keep that gorgeous ass unclothed, red."

He quickly fled into teasing her back instead, his grin still a little shaken when he scrambled his limps and sat back up straight. The last warm aftershocks left his muscles indeed lazy and heavy, and a bath sounded great now.

He ran his hands softly down Natasha's shoulders, pulling her up and back into his lap for a tender kiss. In between a quietly murmured thanks, his tongue brushed her lower lip, and fuck, she tasted of him. The heavy scent of lust only fueled his desire to finally get his mouth between her legs, but if they went there now, the water would be cold in no time.

Without even looking, he reached aside for the radio and restarted the last CD. It happened to be a harmless mix of old school rock, thank God, nothing embarrassing. Nearly perfect.

"Should I get us something to drink before we get in? Are you hungry?"

“Hmm, maybe you should have put some bubbles in the bath for a bit of cover,” Natasha replied, enjoying the slight erratic nature to his movements as he tried to right himself again. She didn’t argue when he pulled her back up to sit on his lap again, and she kissed him softly in return, smiling against his lips at the words of gratitude.

The music was no surprise, the sound very distinctly Clint, and pressing another quick kiss to his lips she got to her feet, shaking her head at his questions. He was really far too accommodating, acting almost nervous and treating her like some honoured guest instead of his partner and his lover.

“Let’s just get in while it’s still hot,” she said, running her fingers through his hair before giving it a playful muss. “Should I get in behind or in front?” He had a lot less self control than her in these situations so it was best to let him choose.

"I'll try to be good."

Clint chuckled quietly and got up to finally get inside the tub. After their little encounter the water had exactly the right, very warm temperature and he found himself sighing contently when he leaned back against the smooth surface. He stretched a little, just for the sake of it, flexing his arm muscles a little more than necessary while trying to find the best position.

His eyes never left Natasha's body, a tender smile curving on his lips. God, she was stunning. Her knees were lightly reddened from the floor mat and he reached out for her, gently massaging the sensitive skin before his hand trailed up her thighs, teasing and tickling. He stopped just a little to close to her center before he reached further to give her ass a nice little slap.

"Get in here, beautiful."

Natasha raised an eyebrow at his claim but said nothing. Propping her hands on her hips she watched him unabashedly as he sunk into the water and made a show of getting himself comfortable, making sure to emphasize a few of his best features.

Meeting his eyes again when he tenderly massaged her knees, she kept her gaze locked on his face even as his hand started to wander. She didn’t move, just let him touch her as he pleased, but just as he got a little too close, just as she sucked in a short breath of anticipation, he slapped her ass instead and beckoned her to join him.

Her eyes narrowed.

“You’re not trying very hard,” she said, swatting at his hand before stepping over the side of the tub and lowering herself to sit between his knees. Pushing back to press herself flush against him it was now her turn to sigh contently as the warmth enveloped her. This was perfect. “You’re lucky you already left me satisfied earlier.”

Taking his hand she pulled his arm around her waist and snuggled back against him, closing her eyes.

This was good. It was new. Of course they were used to showering together, everything from sharing something that felt like Sibirian ice, to get somehow clean, to filthy lovemaking under a hot stream. There had been rivers and lakes and the ocean... And one memorable time this hidden oasis, Natasha's sensitive pale skin reddened from the Egyptian sun and her hair a glowing flame... Not exactly a memory that helped keeping his hormones under control.
But all this... had been clinical, even the sex as it always was on-mission. Adrenaline, fast and hard and satisfying.

Right now, after the first urge had been taken care off, sex was pretty low on Clint's priority list. Even with her body pressed so tightly against his and the great view she was providing, sitting in front of him like that.

Something like this they had not done before and he'd be damned if he wouldn't enjoy every single second. Starting from her head, resting so very comfortably against his shoulder, making it easy to press his face against her hair and inhale deeply. God, he loved her smell.

More relaxed than the whole evening he leaned his head back against the tub edge. For now he kept his promise to behave and left his hand where it was, just lightly stroking her waist and belly. His other arm rested on the edge, his fingers idly tapping the beat of an old Def Leppard-tune. This was perfection, definitely.

This was new, but then the entire day had been rather different than their norm. For once they had just taken the time to enjoy each other, to play the part of normal not for a job, but for no other reason than because they wanted to. Before they had gotten inside everything today had been relaxed and unhurried, and Natasha was surprised not just how easily that had come to them, but how effortlessly they had returned to that now.

Smiling softly as he breathed her in, her fingers played softly along his thigh, making lazy patterns before just settling to rest there. Never before had she felt this safe with another person, this comfortable that she was able to let her guard down completely and relax entirely. There had been other men in her life but none who knew her like Clint, none who saw even the darkest parts of her and still loved her. From the very beginning he had placed trust in her that she hadn’t deserved and she had worked hard to earn it. He had seen something in her that nobody else ever had. He saw her not just as a weapon but as a woman, and even when she kept him at arm’s length he had worked tirelessly, slowly chipping away at her walls until they crumbled around her. It had taken her a long time to stop trying to rebuild them and just leave them down for him, only for him.

Wrapping her fingers around his hand, she brought it to her lips and kissed it softly before lowering them to rest on her chest, right above her heart. He had given her a choice, given her a new life, and then he had given her himself and everything he was. He had given her his body, his trust, his heart, his loyalty, and bit by bit she had done the same. She hoped he knew that, hoped he knew from her kiss, her smile, how she entrusted him with all that she was. She hoped he knew, but she also knew that sometimes that wasn’t enough. Sometimes people needed to hear it.

“I love you too, you know,” she said, voice barely more than a whisper over the soft strains of guitar and the heavy sounds of the storm raging outside.

It was barely more than a whisper. Maybe Clint wouldn't have heard it if he hadn't just closed his eyes, to feel, breathe her even more intensively. Or if his hearing implants weren't so well programmed on even the smallest sound.

His hand on Natasha's stomach froze, and he actively had to remind himself to keep breathing, when after a few long seconds he still waited for a chuckle, an addition. Anything he would have expected from her, to flee another time from her feelings.

Nothing.

He blinked, staring at the ceiling for a moment, trying to regain his composure with the years of mental discipline he'd been trained.
All three options of his first reaction - going sure that she had really said that, asking her to run away from everything forever with him or a very bad Han Solo homage - would probably make her leave instantly. He had no intentions of letting her go tonight. Or tomorrow. However long he could make her stay.
It probably wouldn't be long, not with their job. Just one of their many reasons, but the most important one for not phrasing their feelings like that usually. And for Natasha it had been always even more important to keep her distance.

Yet it had just happened, just like that, and maybe it was that what made it perfect. No long discussions, no breakdown after a bloody mission or post orgasm dizziness.
Just like that. Because things were right tonight. Like they should always be.

Again he had to actually remind himself to not strengthen the grip around her waist too much, when his emotions threatened to overwhelm him. A pressure had lifted from his chest that he hadn't even known to be there. Of course he had known, somehow, suspected heavily... But it had always been her choice to let him know for sure.
And now that it happened it sounded so naturally, so sure despite her quiet tone, that he had to blame himself for ever doubting even the slightest bit.

He thought about laying like that for another minute, until that thing passed that left his eyes burning and his breath shallow. Maybe he should just say nothing or bring on a silly joke, anything to ease the mood. But if she was being honest with him, he had to return the favor even more so.

Sighing a shaky breath, he lifted his head to rest it back against her neck, let her feel the traitorous wetness trickling from his eyes. His fingertips right over her heart pressed against her skin in feather light circles. This was his and he would take care of it.

"Thank you, Tasha."

Dancing in the Dark (for farmboyhawk)

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