study_in_scarlet | Dancing in the Dark (for farmboyhawk)

"You'd be surprised about how long I can be on my knees."

Clint raised an eyebrow at her, none too innocently, but gave in to her suggestion then. Maybe another time.

Sitting down parallel to the sofa, he snuggled close to Natasha's body again, one arm draped around her hips, with his head gently resting against her side and belly. He could still smell what they had just done on her, and it made him sigh a little, place a few soft kisses on her skin, that was enough for the moment.

The thought was there, below the surface, vaguely, that there was a reason why her body felt so especially soft at exactly this place where he nuzzled his face, and why he had to be careful to not put too much pressure there... But he managed to keep it at bay for now. It just was easier if they tried not talking, thinking about it the whole time. Still he couldn't resist placing another quick kiss right to the middle of her belly. Just to let her know he knew and that things were as alright as could be, at least tonight.

She laughed at his comment and shook her head. “Better watch what you say, I may ask you to prove it,” she replied, though she was pretty sure he would wear her out long before his knees failed him.

She had expected him to join her on the sofa and could only smile when he stayed on the floor, hugging her belly instead. Laying one arm along his she threaded the fingers on her other hand gently through his hair, every once in a while applying a little pressure to massage his scalp, or gently running her nails along it.

Now that the overwhelming need was sated, it was impossible not to think about the pregnancy, especially with Clint placing kisses on her slightly swollen belly. She wasn’t sure what to expect, but she presumed it wouldn’t be long before the wild nights like these would come to an end. Eventually her body would grow fat and unattractive and he wouldn’t want her so desperately, and she would be tired and not want to do much.

She didn’t want to think about it right now, and she definitely didn’t want to think about what to do afterwards. She had gotten pregnant once; it had taken years but it had happened, so would they have to start taking precautions against it in the future? Just more things to discuss, but some other day.

“I may fall asleep if we stay like this too long,” she said after a while. “And I do believe you still owe me a massage.”

"As if I could forget."

A wide grin spread on Clint's face. He pressed his lips to Natasha's belly once more and straightened up then, kissing his way gently up her chest. Somehow he made it not to stray on the way before he reached her throat, her chin, and finally pressed his lips shortly, tenderly against hers. Just a promise for the moment.

"Don't go anywhere. I'll be right back."

He hurried to get up - without his knees making any problems, as he liked to note - and got to the kitchen first, retrieving two bottles of water. One he brought Natasha before he hurried right back to prepare a small plate with chocolate from the fridge. He brought the snack to Natasha's nightstand while he emptied half of his own water bottle to rehydrate and then stopped by the bathroom.

It turned out, it had been a very good idea to bring that nearly full bottle of massage oil... He also brought along two big towels and a smaller one for himself to wipe his hands in between. He hadn't forgotten a certain warning about not messing up the sheets again...

When the towels were spread out on the bed and just waiting for Natasha to get comfortable on, he went back to the living room with a slight blush on his cheeks and put his arms around her from behind, nuzzling his face against her neck.

"Ready?"

Clint kissed his way up her body, and by the time he reached her lips she was smiling warmly. “I wouldn’t dream of moving,” she said, snuggling down a little deeper on the sofa. It wasn’t all that comfortable, to be honest, but she waited until Clint had disappeared before straightening up again. Of course he had made sure to get her some water first which she gratefully sipped at.

She could hear him moving between the rooms, and while it would have been sappy and cliché she wouldn’t be surprised to find candles and flower petals awaiting her in the bedroom when she got there.

The water helped to rejuvenate her and she was feeling alert again by the time Clint returned for her. “Mm, definitely,” she replied, stroking his cheek with one hand. “Carry me?”

He had said it was her night and had offered whatever she wanted, so why not take advantage of that offer?

Clint's smile was surprised but definitely not unhappy. Some evenings he just really liked to pamper his girl, and if she offered it herself, he certainly wouldn't say no.

"My pleasure."

Still smiling, he leaned down to sneak his arms under Natasha's legs and back and lifted her effortlessly. Of course he had to take the chance to kiss her, now that she was so close, a little longer this time but still feathery, with a small, teasing nip on her lower lip at the end. Before he could get carried away he brought her to the bedroom, maneuvering through the door elegantly, and set her down on the bed carefully.

"Wherever you want to start, M'lady."

He pointed at the towels and the oil bottle waiting with a little bow, waiting for Natasha to lay down.

His surprise was obvious but Natasha only smiled coyly back at him. She knew how he liked to take care of her in any way she would let him, and sometimes she let him more than others. Tonight was one of those times. After the past few days she was enjoying the pampering. Fussing over her and being too protective got old really quick, but worshipping her and making her feel like the only thing that mattered she could handle.

Sliding one arm around his shoulders, she marveled momentarily at how easily he lifted her, like she weighed nothing at all. She returned the kiss just as softly, resisting the urge to deepen it, before relaxing into his arms as he carried her to the bedroom. Seeing that he had covered the bed in towels she couldn’t help but laugh.

“Don’t want to give Angelina more reason to scold you?” she teased as he set her carefully on the bed. Rolling over onto her stomach, Natasha made sure to smooth the towel back out before folding her arms and resting her head on them.

"I can think of more interesting ways to spend our holidays, than to discuss our nightly activities with anyone", Clint gave back with a small grin.

He forgot of the snark quickly though when Natasha laid down, because fuck... She was a piece of art and he would never get tired of ogling her. While it was no secret, he was falling for her magnificent breasts every other day, he loved her backside just as much. Especially when she was spread out for him like that, with all her wonderful curves on display, her shapely legs and the sweet round of her ass, her hair a softly glowing flame down her shoulders. Her fair skin was a beautiful contrast to the dark sheets and towels, the brighter lines of her bikini a memory of the beautiful hours they had spent here. The sensitive skin on the inside of her thighs was still flushed from excitement, last - or maybe new - faint proves of her lust glistening there.

It took Clint all willpower to not kneel down behind her and get his tongue between her legs instead of anything else. At least he could somehow tear his sight away and kneel over her legs to reach for that oil bottle. He leaned down for nothing more than a soft, chaste kiss to her shoulder and carefully parted the long waves of her curls, draping them on the pillow to have free access to her neck.

It was there where he started, with a first small amount of oil slicking up his hands, gently massaging and caressing fingertips seeking out every small tension that the turmoils of the last days had left. He tried to soothe them away of course, rather than hammering than out like the sadists over at S.H.I.E.L.D.'s health care centers did. But from time to time he needed a little pressure. Especially when he wandered lower then, put more strength in his strokes and found more of these hard knots. He made sure to treat every spot with small kisses and an extra amount of oil when he had to get a little rough. Finally he could run his hands steadily from Natasha's neck down to her waist without finding any sore spot on the way and made an appreciative little sound.

"Hope you haven't fallen asleep yet..."

Bending down again, he let his lips wander softly over Natasha's neck to her ear to give it a playful bite while his hands, still smooth and slick, wandered deeper, exploring the sensitive skin right above her butt.

His hormones had fallen asleep pretty much in spite of Natasha's wonderful body so close to his, due to all the concentration he always put into work. Now they immediately remembered that his partner was still being very naked. Not yet... They were far from done. But with him pressing himself close to her like that for a moment, she had to feel it.

"Because you know, I'm not halfway done with you, beautiful", he added in a low, husky murmur.

“It’s just a good thing you have air conditioning,” Natasha returned. “If we had to leave the windows open there might be even more curious people around.” It wasn’t that they couldn’t be quiet if they had to be, but when they didn’t they much preferred to let loose, and things often got very vocal.

For a long moment after she made herself comfortable there wasn’t a sound nor movement in the room, and she knew Clint was taking a minute to admire her body all laid out for him as it was. It was tempting to move and teasingly draw his attention wherever she wanted, but she decided to behave. She really was looking forward to this massage, after all.

Eventually she felt him join her on the bed and smiled at the light kiss, but after that he was all business. His touch was gentle, more persistent than relentless. Instead of trying to harshly work out the tension as quick as possible he took his time, easing it out bit by bit. She only winced a few times when he found some particularly tight knots, but those too melted away beneath his expert hands leaving her feeling practically boneless.

“Mm, that would be an awful shame,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Chuckling at the little bite, she shifted a little on the bed in what could have been a perfectly innocent readjustment of her position, but that happened to press her ass back against him. “I can tell,” she said, cracking one eye open and trying to peer back at him.

"Sh. Don't crack your neck after all the work I've just done."

Clint leaned down a little more to press his lips to her cheek and the corner of her mouth. His too fast breath met her skin, followed by a quiet moan when her ass pressed so perfectly against his growing excitement. He all but physically had to pull himself back from her, reminding himself of the work he still had to do. Not that it was bad work, at all...

He sat down next to her legs to put a little distance between and got more oil for his hands to work with. Gently, nearly harmlessly he ran them down Natasha's back until he could cup her perfect ass, more caressing than anything else, at least for the moment. Then one hand wandered lower while the other searched its way to that very same thigh, of course taking the most obvious way between her legs. He'd have to let go off her otherwise and he wasn't planning to do anytime soon... Somehow he managed not to stray by that promising waiting heat either, just brushing his fingertips over the tender skin, before he concentrated on her thigh.

Her legs were Natasha's deadliest weapons, the best trained muscles of her body, and Clint made very sure to put the same care and thoroughness into his work as he would have with his bow and arrows, or with his own hands. He listened to the reaction of her muscles very carefully as he made his way down and eased his grip immediately when she was tensing up too much, rather pushing out all irregularities from constant tension and work with soothing strokes.

As tempting as it was, he didn't try to tickle her when he reached the back of her knee, just bent her leg softly against the careful press of his hand to make sure there was no hidden sore spot waiting there.

By the time he was done with taking her of her lower leg, he had his hormones under control and could turn to her foot with the same slow patience. He remembered very well from the last massage, how she liked to be touched there, and worked all these tricks on there that had made her purr and sigh last time before repeating the same process on her other leg. It wasn't impossible she would fall asleep until he was done...

But it was definitely worth it, touching her like that, feeling every inch of her skin lively and warm under his fingertips, find all these little spots that responded so well to his caresses and a little kiss here and there. Sometimes he chased a shiver away with a playful nudge of his nose, sometimes he gave her firm, waiting flesh a bite before he started to treat it with oil.

But it was all good and harmless and coy. At least until he was back to having her perfect ass under his working fingers, his touch decidedly tighter this time, fingertips slipping teasingly between her firm round cheeks.

"You'll have to turn around for the rest, I'm afraid..."

Natasha settled her head back down following Clint’s chiding, an easy smile on her lips that only grew at his attention, and the clear signs that he really was far from done with her tonight. He managed to reign himself in and get back to work, though his hand got very close to wandering before he started working on her thigh. Letting out a content sigh, she closed her eyes again and gave herself over to his skillful hands.

By the time he reached her foot she was teetering on the edge of sleep, though it was nothing she couldn’t easy shake herself from. Of course the kisses and nibbles he occasionally treated her with helped to keep her awake as well. As he worked on her feet she let out small sounds of pleasure. Too often her work seemed to require uncomfortable shoes to match fancy dress or business wear, and while she could run in heels and kick ass in them without missing a step, that didn’t make them comfortable. It felt amazing having them rubbed and soothed.

Of course Clint’s hands eventually found their way back to her ass, and although he teased her he never went further. He really was determined to make good on his promise.

“That involves moving,” she said, languidly lifting one foot into the air. “I think you may have left me incapable of doing that.”

"That's what you got your friendly neighborhood archer for."

Clint chuckled at her weak attempt of moving and forced himself to let go off her wonderful ass, at least for the moment. Instead he brought his arms carefully under her body and helped her turn on her back and stayed leaning over her for a long moment, with his lips softly pressed to hers. Her skin was even softer than usual with all that oil worked in, her body warm and completely pliant in his arms. It was nearly physically impossible to not treat her with a whole different kind of massage than planned immediately. But just as much he wanted to see her melt completely under his hands.

So he sat back again and reached for a new amount of oil to treat every inch of her arm and hands just as carefully as her legs. Even more, especially her hands, where the muscles were so fine, so sensitive and yet so strong. He knew from his own regular treatment and more rehabs than he cared to count, how to work the sensitive tissue. How much pressure was just enough, which joints gave in how when you rolled them, until every work of at least 5 years seemed forgotten.

He lost himself a little in that, but by the time he was done with the second arm, he definitely remembered again that there was even more fun to do tonight. He scooted down further on the bed, between Natasha's legs, to rest one of them on his thigh and continue what he had started on the backside. With how thorough he had been there, there wasn't much to do left. So when his hands finally made their way up the insides of Natasha's thighs, to tease the sensitive skin there with what was left of oil on his skin, his conscience was completely clean.

"Anything I forgot?", he asked with a small grin while his fingers slowly made their way higher.

“Oh, that’s what you’re for,” she teased. She thought about letting her body go completely limp so he would have to do all the work, but not wanting to disrupt the towels he had carefully laid out she aided him in helping her turn over until she was stretched out comfortably on her back. With him so close she couldn’t resist kissing him, her fingers stroking softly over his cheek, but she refrained from letting her hand wander, no matter how tempting. He still had much to do.

Closing her eyes, Natasha let out small noises here and there as Clint continued his work, especially enjoying how he worked her hands as thoroughly as he had her feet. By the time he had finished and moved down the bed she barely cracked her eyes open to watch him until the serious part of his task was over and it was clearly time for more fun.

As his hands slid slowly along her thighs she opened her legs a little further, inviting him him to touch her, to taste her, to do whatever he liked. Moving her hands from where she had folded them over her stomach, she trailed them up her torso to cup her breasts and give them a gentle squeeze. “Mmm, I can think of a few areas,” she purred, looking at him through her lashes.

"Maybe you should give me a list... You know, so I don't do anything wrong..."

Right before Clint's hands could reach their target, he changed course and slid them under Natasha's ass again, raising her hips a little. That mesmerizing thing she was doing with her hands drew a noise somewhere between a moan and a growl from him, as the blood quickly went back to the lower regions of his body. He decided to ignore it for the moment, pressing his hips into the mattress, and brought his mouth between Natasha's legs with a longing sigh, taking her invitation gladly.

He welcomed his foresight of keeping the oil away from there - at least for the moment - as he licked broad, longing swipes over the tender skin of her pussy, quickly as ever lost in her familiar taste and sweet scent. The tip of his tongue found the hardened bud of the center of her lust and pressed down on it insistently while his hands kept up that slow, strong kneading of her ass. He breathed heavily against her, drowning in her lust with every sense until her hips were bucking against his mouth, then he pulled back a little to tease her, and started to slowly fuck her with his tongue instead, just to taste more of her.

He honestly didn't know where to look, with her beautiful breasts all caught up in her strong hands and her face marked by pleasure... But well, he definitely enjoyed both views equally so he sure as hell wouldn't complain.

“Doubtful,” was all she said. She highly doubted that Clint could do anything wrong when it came to sex. He was far too careful and considerate, never pushing nor assuming anything. He always asked if he wanted to try anything out of the ordinary, and always gave her ample time to change her mind about everything. She had never had a more attentive nor caring lover. He was as close to perfect as they came.

With the open invitation out there, Clint wasted little time in burying his face between her legs, eliciting a low moan from her lips. Another point in his favour: most men enjoyed receiving oral but Natasha had never met one who enjoyed giving it so much as Clint, not that she had looked for one. It was too intimate, too close, so the only time she had had another man’s head between her legs was when she was choking him out with her thighs.

The attention he had given her hands earlier left them supple and slightly greasy, and she made good use of that oil as she continued to massage her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers in time with Clint’s ministrations. He drove her crazy, bringing her close to the edge before slacking off, drawing out her pleasure instead of giving it as quick as he could. Every so often she arched her back or bucked her hips up against him, her toes curling against the bed and her eyes fluttering closed before she forced them open again to watch him. It was a sight she never grew tired of, seeing his lust filled eyes watching her intently from between her legs as his mouth played her body like an instrument.

Clint's eyes were wide with lust when Natasha played with her own nipples, hard and sensitive and very inviting looking. His own neglected lust roared a little in its cage and had him press his hips into the mattress harder, seeking friction.

She was so fucking beautiful when she was pleasuring herself, when she showed him how she liked to be touched and how much she enjoyed it. He doubled his efforts and brought his mouth back to her clit, slightly swollen and sensitive, just waiting for him to suck it between his lips for playing. Two of his fingers, still covered in oil, played through the wetness between her legs, teasing her for a moment before gently slipping inside of her. Her own slickness in combination with the oil made it an even more hot, smooth feeling than usual, very exciting to say the least, and he had to hold back from thrusting into her too hard, too fast right away.

Instead he slowly stretched her, let her get used to what he was planning to do with her later if she liked to. Finally he turned his hand palm up, crooking his fingers to stimulate that very sensitive point inside while his tongue was busy playing the other center of her lust with fast swipes.

"That's right, beautiful", he murmured, encouraging the movements of her hands in a low, husky voice, his hand and fingers still busy with driving her closer to her release. "Roll them hard for me, show me how much you like it. Want to feel you come..."

She could see how much he was enjoying this, both what he was doing to her and what she was doing to herself. She knew he loved to watch her pleasure herself, and she certainly didn’t mind the audience, especially when he looked at her like that. She did as best she could to keep her hands from blocking his view, though as he continued it was getting harder and harder to think.

When he started working her clit her moaning intensified, and by the time he added his fingers to the mix she was practically writhing against him. He knew just how to touch her, and exactly where to find that spot inside of her that made her breath hitch and her hips buck wildly.

His words egged her on and she gave him exactly what he asked for. Using her nails for a little extra stimulation, she pinched her nipples and rolled them between her nails and her thumb, tugging none too gently and crying out as their combined efforts finally sent her over the edge.

There really weren't more things hotter than watching and feeling Natasha fall apart right under his hands and mouth. As soon as her body was giving in, Clint went back to treating her clit with fast, tight strokes of his tongue while his fingertips pressed down on that certain point inside insistently to carry her through her climax.

The way her muscles clenched around him, left his cock achingly hard, begging for attention, but somehow he made it to keep his free hand on her ass, holding her gently against his mouth while she bucked against him. The lower half of his face was covered in her juices and it was wonderful, her taste and scent all around him, he couldn't help but lick his lips slowly, with pleasure, once she went still in his arms and he gave her a while to catch her breath.

He rested his head on her thigh with a content sigh and tried to ignore the burning throb down in his loins. Instead he softly caressed Natasha's hips and stomach and enjoyed the feeling of her heated, oil-smooth skin against his while he tried to get his own breathing under control. Jesus, she was so fucking hot, just watching her sometimes brought him close to getting off, and this was one of these days.

Clint kept up his delicious ministrations through her orgasm, drawing it out and carrying her through and knowing exactly when to slack off. When she finally fell limp he still stayed, softly stroking her skin, his breath playing across her sensitive lips and making her shiver.

Somewhere amongst it all she had dropped her hands to her sides and clenched the towel beneath her in her fists. Releasing her hands she smoothed it out before reaching down to run her fingers through Clint’s hair and scratch gently at the back of his neck.

“Best massage ever,” she said with a breathless chuckle, raising her head enough to look down at him still nestled between her legs. She could see her wetness on his chin and the dark, burning desire still evident in his eyes. He probably could have gotten himself off pretty easy with her, just a few hard strokes while she clenched around his fingers, but clearly he had held out. “You must be so hard, baby,” she cooed, pressing her fingers along each bump of his neck as far down his spine as she could reach without stretching or moving.

The seductive tone of her voice made Clint shiver, all the way down where her fingers played over his back. His hips pressed into the mattress on their own accord and he moaned, licking his lips again without even realizing. He had actually been close to coming down a bit, suppress his own lust for the moment and wait for whatever Natasha wanted to do next. But all she had to do was tease him to set his body back on fire immediately.

With even more blood rushing down to his groin, his coherent speech went on holiday. He chose to just turn his head to look at Natasha, let her see the heat of arousal in his eyes, and hear the anticipation of whatever wish she had for next in his hoarse whisper.

"Just for you, you know..."

His reaction made her grin; it was hard to not feel at least a little ego boost at how even her voice got his motor revving. That look in his eyes and the tone in his voice would have done the same to her if he hadn’t just left her so completely satisfied.

“I know,” she said and a completely honest tone. It wasn’t being cocky, nor was it bragging; she knew it was for her, only for her, and that nobody else had such a strong, instant effect on him.

“Since you got me so well oiled and loose,” she said, running her hands back up over her body to grasp her breast again and pushing them together. “I think we should switch places so I can give you a little massage of my own.” Dropping her hands to the bed she pushed herself up to sit, every movement graceful and fluid. “On your back, Barton.”

Another moan escaped Clint's lips when Natasha started touching herself again, and for a moment he felt disappointed when she stopped immediately. He thought the he could probably watch her get herself off the whole night and not get bored.

But her next words, formed in that deep, seductive kind of order he loved so much, left his mouth dry and his blood boiling and he hurried to obey. His skin felt too hot, sweat pooling in the middle of his chest and on his forehead as he laid back. A soft groan rumbled in his chest from the sudden loss of friction against his rock hard cock. The rough fabric of the covers had left the skin reddened and sensitive, and God, he wanted her to touch him badly right now.

He withstood temptation to do that himself bravely and reached out to touch Natasha's thigh instead, his hand trembling softly from rising arousal. With his lower lip drawn between his teeth he watched her, anticipating whatever she was planning.

"All yours..."

Natasha watched him change position, his movements far from graceful as he laid himself down beside her. His cock stood at full attention as he settled on his back, and seeing how red and hard it was she was tempted to ease his discomfort right away. Tempted... but she didn’t. How could she resist teasing him a little longer when he was looking at her with such breathless anticipation and giving himself to her so willingly?

“Mmm,” her voice rumbled as she leaned over to kiss him rather roughly, possessively. Her hand slid down his torso to rest just below his navel. “Mine.”

Flattening her hand on his stomach she trailed kisses over the line of his jaw before pausing to nibble at his ear. “All mine,” she purred, running her tongue along his ear before sucking the lobe in between her teeth and giving it a less than gentle bite.

Now she was being a tease as she had already practiced it all evening, and he loved every second of it. His hips thrust upwards into nothing, against the soft pressure of her hand much too far from where he wanted to feel it. A breathless moan escaped his lips, sounding more like a whine when she repeated his statement, so simple, so true.

He belonged to her in every sense of the word, his body, his heart, all of it. He could allow himself that dangerous notion because he knew, she would never abuse it. There was no one on this planet he could trust like Natasha, no one in his life he felt so strongly for. He didn't need to be ashamed of writhing in need under her hand or of the sighs of pleasure from his lips when her mouth went for one of his most sensitive areas.

And that was exactly why Natasha was the only person he could surrender to in bed and fucking loved it. That sexy purr of hers left no doubt that she enjoyed it just as much to have him in her hand like that. IT made his breath hitch in his throat, his muscles contracting and releasing under her hand in a strained attempt to lie still instead of pulling her into his arms.

His cock gave a protesting twitch at where it rested heavily against his stomach, small beads of white sticking to his skin. His hand that was loosely tangled in Natasha's hair, trembled slightly from the effort not to move.

"Love it when you do that", he murmured hoarsely, between too fast, too heavy breaths.

He was writhing and panting beneath her, and while Natasha felt entirely in control and powerful, Clint was right in his belief that she would never abuse it. She had given him her full love and trust and that was not something she gave lightly. With each other they could be completely honest and exposed; no shame, no guilt, just honesty and understanding.

She could feel his muscles contracting against her hand and knew she was unravelling him, bit by bit. He wouldn’t last long at this rate, but she was enjoying having him entirely at her mercy and so turned on he was practically trembling.

“You do,” she replied, the words somewhere between a statement and a question. Giving his ear one last bite she made her way down his neck, lingering to flatten her tongue over his pulse point and relishing in how fast it fluttered. “How about this?” She proceeded to suck the skin into her mouth before letting go, not wanting to leave a mark there again. Instead she continued her trek downward to the hollow of his throat.

Clint was only capable of affirmative sounds at this point. He leaned his head back to give her better access and tried hard to stop the rest from his body moving but it was really of no use. The muscles in his thighs were tensing hard, his whole lower body taut from pressing down into the mattress instead of thrusting up into nothing. That wouldn't stop the muscles in his groin from contracting rhythmically, though, or these little twitches from his neglected cock.

It was funny how it only needed Natasha's teasing voice to undo him like that, just the harmless touch of her lips, to elicit a thousand of naughty fantasies inside his head. To remind his body how it felt when her lips were somewhere else, and how it would be when her hand started wandering to where he needed to feel it so badly.

His body felt too tight from sensation - or more the lack of it - and heated, trails of sweat marking these areas where Natasha's mouth played along. He hardly even realized that his free hand started clutching at the sheets to stop itself from moving. This was torture, and the only kind of torture he would gladly accept anytime.

"Nat..."

Even her name on his lips was more of a needy whine at this point. But somehow he made it to let his hand rest loosely on her neck instead of trying to push her into any direction. That was not what this was about. He wanted to be all hers, he wanted her to take him apart, piece by piece, even if he would die of pleasure in the process.

Dancing in the Dark (for farmboyhawk)

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