study_in_scarlet | Dancing in the Dark (for farmboyhawk)

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."

The moment that followed her confession seemed to stretch on forever, both of them utterly silent and unmoving. If she didn’t already know that he loved her, if he hadn’t already told her, she might think that she had said the wrong thing and that he didn’t return her feelings. Hadn’t she reacted similar when he had first said it?

Her breaths were slow and as quiet as she could make them, not wanting to miss any possible sound he might make, but still there was nothing.

Should she not have said it? No, she knew that wasn’t it because it had been very clear how badly he had wanted to hear it even as he claimed he didn’t need to. He never pushed her, never admonished her, never reacted badly when she didn’t reciprocate with words, so that left only one option that she could see: he was completely shocked.

Was it really that unexpected? Surely he had to know, she had expressed her love in every way she could beyond words, but what if he hadn’t? What if, all this time, he hadn’t believed it? Her heart ached at the thought.

Seconds seemed to stretch to minutes, felt like hours before she heard him, felt him, take a shaky sigh. Finally he was moving, burying his face against her neck, pressing her fingers over her heart. Even though they were in the bathtub she knew that wasn’t just water on her neck and she instinctively tightened her hold on his hand. His eventual reply was simple and perfect.

Smiling with a lightness she didn’t know she could feel Natasha rested her head against his, her free hand brushing lightly through his hair. Now that she had said it she didn’t know why she had taken so long. It was not something she would say often, they were words that so many people bandied around without thought and she didn’t want them to lose the meaning they were supposed to hold. But she had said it, and she felt completely relieved and content to have done so. He loved her with everything he was and he deserved to know that she felt the same.

He didn't know how long they had just sat there like that, but eventually the music changed from Def Leppard's strong riffs to some old guilty pleasures that he couldn't remember to have put on that data stick. Yes, Natasha really had to love him when not even Johnny Cash and The Righteous Brothers could make her leave.

Clint chuckled quietly at his own thoughts and lowered his head to press his lips against Natasha's shoulder. At least he had his feelings somehow back under control. It had helped, spending endless minutes of silence just holding her against his body, drowning in her sweet scent. No barriers between them and no pressure to force them into a much more intimate touch, just to make them both forget there was so much more.

Clint didn't want that anymore, not when they were alone. Not now that he knew Natasha to be much more confident about all this than he had ever hoped.

So he forced any flickering desire back for now, ignored the wish to explore the softness of her skin in the same intimate way they always had time for later. Instead he reached for a washing clothe on the tub edge, his lips still wandering softly over her shoulder.

Another thing that wasn't new, of course. They both hated sick bays equally and preferred it in injury and sickness to take care of each other. It had happened before that he had helped her get cleaned.

But still this wasn't a mission, still he had to hold back from poking himself to realize this was all their free will. Just a couple cuddling in some warm water, enjoying terrible music and breathing against each other. He wanted her to have a good memory of this.

He playfully ran the tail of the thick rag against her upper arm and nudged her neck with his nose.
"Can I do this for you?"

In truth Natasha payed little attention to the music, more interested in listening to the storm outside instead. It had picked up considerably since they’d made it inside with the wind blowing the rain violently against the side of the house. She had always loved the ferocity of a storm when she was tucked safe and warm inside, and never had she felt that more so than she did right now.

She raised her eyebrows curiously when Clint chuckled, but his lips on her shoulder muted her question and she decided to let it go. Besides, she wasn’t sure how to properly follow up the exchange they had just had. Choosing to let the silence reign until he broke it, she closed her eyes again and sighed softly at the play of his lips over her shoulder, so soft and unhurried. When she felt the tickle up her arm, though, she opened her eyes enough to throw a side glance over, noting the wash cloth. Nodding in answer, she gathered her hair over her opposite shoulder and leaned forward so he could start with her back. This usually only happened when one of them needed the help, but she was looking forward to it being just because they wanted to this time.

He started small, after placing another kiss right on the base of her neck, to thank her, for letting him in so much tonight.

There was no need to speak, though it really could be only a matter of time until Natasha would mention something the music. When the hell had he downloaded Keith Urban-songs, anyway? Still... It somehow fit the mood, very quiet, piano and violins. Just a melancholic hint of longing for more, for the impossible, easy to ignore.
It was good as it was, right now. It was all they needed.

And maybe a little romance before they would screw each other's brains out again. Personally, Clint would enjoy this every single second until Natasha might eventually reach for some handcuffs.

For now he meant to show her how good it could feel to spend like that. The thick fabric against her skin just tight enough to keep it awake, he ran it down her spine, vertebra by vertebra. The fingertips of both his hands caressed out to her shoulders, her chest, her waist, circling gently. Just with the slightest bit of pressure he stopped, when he found a tiny knob or a place that made her suck in her breath with tension.

There were a few. She was worse than him, and he certainly didn't see the masseurs every week. He shortly thought of telling her but waved it off with a quiet sigh and just repeated the motion, paying more attention to the found sensitive spots.

Only when he reached her waist for the third time, he let his hand wander deeper, teasing and nudging the softer, rounder flesh below before he reached around her to place his hand on her belly.

"Lean back, honey... Relax."

It was amazing how something like this could feel more intimate than any sexual act. She had felt those rough and skilled fingers over every inch of her body, but this was more comforting than arousing, simply innocent and caring and something that could be utterly terrifying if she let it, something she was determined not to do, not tonight, not anymore.

They had spent so many years being what they needed to be to get by, to flourish, to excel at their jobs, but wasn’t it about time they started living for themselves? She loved him, she had admitted she loved him, so why keep hiding from it? It had been happening slowly, she let him in more each day, no longer keeping him at arm’s length but never quite fully embracing him either. She wanted to, though; she wanted to let him in completely, to give him her complete and utter trust not just in the field but in every aspect of her life, with everything that made her who she was. She didn’t want to just be with him, but she wanted able to just be with him. She didn’t want to just act normal with him, just another mask of thousands, she wanted to just be normal. Maybe they never could be truly normal, not like other people, but they could make their own normal and that was what she wanted.

She winced or sucked in a sharp breath when he discovered a tight muscle, a knot of tension, but she relaxed every time again as he massaged gently, working her over until she felt pretty much boneless. Somedays she swore he had magic hands. Of course Clint wouldn’t be Clint if he didn’t eventually resort to teasing, and Natasha wouldn’t have him any other way.

“Honey?” she repeated the term of endearment, looking back over her shoulder at him and raising an eyebrow. She smirked a little at him before doing as instructed and leaning back against his chest again.

"Gotta make the best of it while you can't choke me with your thighs", Clint stated, completely serious, giving one of the tools in question a soft slap. "I could actually think of a few even worse terms..."

Just for this smile on her face it was worth it, risking her to poke him in the ribs. One day he might actually use a serious endearment, one a little closer to his heart. For now he was relieved that this strange tension from before had gone. It had been a perfect moment, a revelation he would keep safe in his heart and live on, whenever they would be apart. But he knew just too well how uncomfortable it made Natasha to talk about her feelings. And tonight he wanted her to relax.

He bravely withstood the temptation to suck and bite the sensitive skin of her neck and just rested his face back there instead, breathing soft kisses on her skin. His hand holding the clothe rubbed lazy circles over her taut skin and made its way up her sternum one inch at a time, keeping away from her curves as much as possible to tease her a little more.

He took his sweet time giving her shoulders and arms the same slow treatment and got lost a little doing the same to her hands. He tried to relax the muscles and work her knuckles the same way he had early been taught from his first mentor, to take care of his most dangerous weapons. Natasha had beautiful hands, of course he knew that, he had felt them often enough on his body, but it never failed to amaze him, all that strength and skill hidden under her pale skin.

Only reluctantly, he let go off them to get back to his actual work, moving the clothe to this certain spot he had just missed.

He had thought to have himself perfectly under control, considering Natasha's bare ass pressed against him enticingly, but the day when running his hand over her perfect breasts wouldn't do anything to him, probably was the one he'd be ten feet under.

Stifling a deep sigh against her skin, he softly started exploring her flesh, never putting on too much pressure but very thoroughly making sure she was really clean.

Dancing in the Dark (for farmboyhawk)

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