study_in_scarlet | Dancing in the Dark (for farmboyhawk)

That tone in his voice made her grin against his skin. She knew she was pushing him to his limit, and he would likely get her back for it later, but it had been a long time since she had had him at her complete mercy and had taken advantage of it.

“I know, baby,” she purred, moving down to catch his nipple between her teeth and give it a little tug before kissing it soothingly and repeating the action on the other. She would have liked to linger there, to really drive him wild, but he had been so good to her, had given her exactly what she wanted, and it would be cruel to torture him too much. “You’re so tense...” Continuing to trail kisses down his torso, she stopped when she reached those tight muscles and his strained and twitching cock.

“You know...” she started, her breath playing over the head as her hands reached down to spread his legs apart. “You did miss a spot...” Placing just the most chaste of kisses to the underside of his swollen member she sat up abruptly and positioned herself to kneel between his legs. Snatching up the bottle of massage oil she poured a little in her hand and started rubbing it over her breasts. Just one last little show before she gave him what he needed.

That predatory look on Natasha's face in combination with that innocent, soothing tone in her voice, went right to his groin and left him even harder, aching for touch. She could draw this out for hours, as he very well knew, keeping him just on the brink of too much and too little stimulation at once. Part of him wished she would, though she probably would have needed restraints then to keep him on the mattress- not that he would have objected...

The other part was too hot for her for much more waiting. There were nights of blissful torture and then there were these nights where they just liked to take care of each other. Both was glorious, but when she put her mouth to his hardened nipples, another of these sharp hot flashes went straight to his lower body, and he knew, he wanted more right now.

Of course Natasha still didn't make it easy for him, backing away just as quickly as the touch had come, and a small noise of protest came from his lips. That same merciless treatment on the other side, leaving his nipples slightly red and sensitive, didn't make it better. Just too gladly he followed her urging, opening up for her to take her place between his legs, and looked down at her from hooded lids, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He couldn't hold back the relieved groan from his throat, or stop his hips from thrusting up again, silently asking for more.

It was ridiculous how close she already brought him to ask for it, when she withdrew again. The pout on his face didn't stay there for long, not when Natasha reached for that oil bottle and his mouth suddenly felt too dry to breathe, leave alone speak. Somehow he managed to murmur something anyway, probably something along the lines of praising the lord for blessing him with such a perfect woman by his side. Because Jesus, she was touching herself again, and as much as he loved to play with her breasts, it was just was arousing watching her do that herself. More precum leaked from his cock, pooling on his stomach, and it was all he could to do grab the pillow under his head to not do the same with his aching member and get himself off to the sight.

"You're killing me here, you know..."

Every reaction filled her with pride and desire and a million other different emotions. He was panting and sweating and barely in control, and it was a glorious sight to behold. Her archer with his endless control and patience on the job quickly coming apart beneath her. She barely had to touch him, just a few kisses and nibbles and he was practically incoherent.

He was straining so hard against giving in and touching himself, relieving the pain and pressure that had built so strong. The proof of it was leaking on his skin, and the veins on his arms stood out as he gripped the pillow and the sheets, his muscles taut. She wanted to lick a trail up his arms, to trace those prominent veins, but first he deserved some relief.

Stopping with her breasts squeezed lightly in her hands, Natasha pouted back at him. “Now we wouldn’t want that,” she said. Her chest was sufficiently oiled now, and she had made sure to leave it more concentrated in the valley between her breasts, her skin glistening. Dropping her hands to his knees, she slid them up over his thighs, her body moving with them. “So tense. You look like you could use a massage as well...”

When she finally reached his cock again she gave him a wicked smile. Grabbing her full breasts once more she pushed them together around it, shifting until his length was settled properly. Licking the precum from the tip of his cock, she kept her eyes on his face as she started to move, practically fucking him with her tits, the oil quickly coating him and making the movement smooth.

Clint was about to protest - just a little - again, because while he certainly enjoyed Natasha's hands working his muscles into obedience, right now he wanted to feel them somewhere else.

His sex-addled brain caught up with her plan though, when she started leaning over him, and his head fell back on the pillow as a strangled moan came from his lips. Yep, she was going to kill him. Mercilessly, slowly, and in the best way possible.

He tried to keep his eyes on her face because she was the goddamn fucking sexiest thing he had ever seen, but damn... Being caught right in that valley between her wonderful breasts felt like heaven, and he shuddered helplessly underneath her. It was a little like being inside her, hot and goddamn glorious with her soft full curves all around him, a small bead of semen on her full lips and her eyes darkened with lust all trained on him.

He found half a thought to reach out to her and rest a trembling hand on her cheek, trying to tell her everything he was too turned to say right now. Just relaxing, that was something he didn't give in to often with Natasha in bed. He had always half a thought ready for worrying about her. But with this little special game she had him pretty much in her hand. It was easier for both of them, letting her do the work this time and just melt completely under her touch, and that didn't take long at all.

Soon he trembled heavily underneath her, with his head leaned back and his eyes tightly shut, breathless moans on his lips. He could feel her breathe, feel her heart beat fast against the taut, oversensitive skin of his straining erection, smell that scent in the air they were creating with lust and oil and sweat. Her skin and hair was just as soft against his hand as that smooth, exciting slide of her breasts squeezing him until he thought he would die of pleasure, and hopefully this wouldn't end too fast. It had been long since last he had felt that detached from everything, since he had been able to just lean back and enjoy and he was surprised how much he could do just that.

"Fuck... Nat... Feels so fucking good..."

She could feel him giving in, feel him giving himself over to her entirely and completely. When he threw his head back, eyes tightly closed, she knew she had him. He was always so attentive, so worried about hurting her, that he rarely let himself go. He always tried to keep one eye open and at least some sense of what she was feeling and how she reacted to everything he did. Natasha appreciated it, more than she could ever express, that he cared that deeply for her, but she wished she could get him to relax more often and just enjoy the ride.

Nuzzling against his hand a moment, she soon added her mouth to the mix, licking at his tip or sucking just the head into her mouth on the downstroke. “You’re so hard,” she remarked, giving him an extra little squeeze. As much as he enjoyed pleasuring her it must have been torture on him to have no relief. “Relax, baby. Just let it go.” Her voice remained quiet, sultry, more about the timbre than the words. Taking the head in her mouth again she swirled her tongue around it while continuing to pump his shaft.

It was more her voice that undid him than anything else, though the perfect hot pressure of her breasts and her clever tongue certainly didn't hurt. But she was still talking to him in that seductive, firm tone, even sexier than her usual husky voice, taking the lead and telling him just the right thing when he needed to hear it. There really wasn't any resisting to that.

Relaxing wasn't exactly easy with her working his most sensitive parts so perfectly, but at least he gave up trying to hold on to a control he didn't need right now. His hips sank deeper in the mattress as he let her take control completely, enjoying her every move instead of trying to go with it to make it easier for her. His free hand grabbed the headboard tightly when he felt himself fall into thoughtlessness, every sensation concentrating on his mid-section and the adrenaline pumping through his veins.

He had to bury his face in the crook of his elbow to stifle his moans when a new wave of heat rushed to his loins and he could feel his balls tighten up to his body. This time he didn't try to fight it. Natasha let him know pretty clearly what she wanted, and it wasn't like he had to top any performance records. Also, she had her wicked tongue right on that perfect spot on the underside of his cock, and that was where every fight became useless anyway. Especially after already staving things off for a while before.

He just hoped that it was something coherent like a warning he could babble out through his moans, before they turned into a shout that not even his arm against his mouth could dampen as his orgasm washed over him.

She felt the change, was able to pinpoint the moment when he completely gave himself over to her, and she smiled around him. He always minded her, never let himself slip, always made sure to give her everything, to do everything for her. It was about time he let her do the same for him.

“Don’t hold back,” she said, much as he had back in his house in New York. He didn’t need to stifle his sounds of pleasure with her, didn’t need to hold anything back. She wanted to hear him as he fell apart, wanted to feel every breath and tremble and muscle contraction.

His verbal warning was incoherent but his body told her all she needed to know. She kept working him through his orgasm with her breasts but removed her mouth, letting his seed cover her neck and face instead. With her stomach feeling as it had these past days she figured it was better not to swallow, assuming it would only end up coming up in the morning.

When he had finished and lay trembling against her she ducked her head to place a gentle kiss against his hip bone. “You did so good, baby,” she spoke softly. Kissing him again, she lifted the corner of the towel to wipe her face.

The world was still reduced to that heavy boneless feeling of satisfaction, but somehow Natasha's gentle words made it through to Clint's brain anyway. His cheeks blushed a little because he didn't really know what to make of this kind of praise - it was her who had been doing all the work after all - and he made it to crack an eye open.

He had to bite his lip hard to not let out another moan at the perfectly debauched sight he was faced with. Caveman as it might be, sometimes he just really enjoyed seeing Natasha all covered in his come. He allowed himself a second to enjoy it, with a slightly fuzzy, rueful smile on his lips aimed both at her and the last dutiful twitch of his softening cock. Some things didn't leave you cold, even half a second after a mind-blowing orgasm.

When she moved for the corner of the towel, somehow he got his own hand moving that had fallen from her face to the mattress when his hormones had gone wild. The small extra towel he had brought was in reach, fortunately, because he didn't think he could have moved far right now. Very gently, carefully, he used it to help Natasha clean her skin and then put it away to rest his hands on her neck, softly caressing her.

When he took his other hand from the headboard to wipe the sweat off his forehead, he realized, amused, that the wooden form of the bars had left quite an impression on his palm. His coherent speech was still on holiday, so he didn't manage more than a croaked "Wow", but he hoped, Natasha would know it anyway how much he had enjoyed this.

She didn’t notice the blush in his cheeks with his skin already flushed from their activities, but his reaction to seeing her in her current state did not go unnoticed. She grinned wickedly at him, knowing from earlier how much he enjoyed the image of her with his semen on her skin, and made sure he got a good look. Before she could shift her position and free up enough of the towel to clean herself with, Clint recovered some presence of mind and produced a small towel for that very purpose. She let him clean her up, gentle as ever, with a soft smile on her lips at the slight tremble she could still feel in his hand.

When he had set the towel aside and relaxed back on the bed she crawled up beside him, laying her body the length of his and keeping her head propped on one hand so she could look at him. He still seemed to be having trouble forming words and Natasha counted that as a victory, mentally adding that act to her list of ones to definitely do again sometime. “My massages are a little less traditional,” she said, smiling at him.

"Nothing wrong with that", Clint muttered, still pretty dazed.

His arm curled around her waist immediately when she joined him while the other hand softly pushed her hair out of her face so he could look at her better. He couldn't get enough of that private little smile of hers, so light, amused, tender, affectionate, all at once and also something not many people got to see. He loved every second of it. She looked happy, and he'd take that gladly. It didn't happen that often these days.

Also, it was a relief, knowing that she enjoyed it just as much, being on the more active end of the game. It was very possible that her current condition had amplified his usual worry for her a thousand times, admittedly. The last thing he wanted was wearing her out. Well, she definitely didn't look like that had happened.

"Maybe I need to let you play more often", he remarked when he could finally speak again, returning her smile a little shyly.

Natasha settled more comfortably against him, one finger tracing idle patterns on his chest. She was happy, in this moment even blissfully so. Tomorrow would bring more sickness and worries and challenges, no doubt, but for tonight she was happy and relaxed and as close to carefree as she got.

“Maybe you do,” she answered, a note of almost ‘I told you so’ quality in her voice. She was happy to leave Clint in charge, to let him pleasure her and set the pace, but there was only so much of watching him ignore his needs for her that she could take. He wasn’t like other men where she had to put on a mask and take control to get what she wanted. With Clint she did it because she wanted to, because she wanted him to enjoy himself just as much, and get off just as often. She wanted to please him as he pleased her, to hear his secret desires and maybe even play into a few of them. She wanted him to relax and let go and trust her to stop him if they ever stepped into territory she didn’t want to be in, though she understood his desire to never let it get that far. She knew him, knew how much it would bother him if he thought he had hurt her in any way. It was just better for him to not risk it, and she would never push him. She was just grateful that, even if only for tonight, he had given in to her completely.

She didn’t say it, but she was sure he would feel the gratitude in the gentle kiss she pressed to his lips.

There was something he couldn't really grasp in Natasha's tone, in the way she kissed him. This wasn't just the arousal that came from getting the partner off. They both enjoyed that. This went deeper than power and satisfaction. There was something in her smile and the calm, soft way she kissed him, something he loved. And maybe he didn't need to try so hard to make everything right for her, to see her in this beautiful state of serenity more often. Maybe there was something else missing. If only that hadn't been the hardest part.

He sighed a little and kept her face close with his hand on her cheek when she pulled back, struggling with what was going on in his head.

"You know that I trust you, right? With my life and with everything else. I want to let go with you more often, really, I just..."

He squirmed a little, once again cursing his problems to form the right words.

"I guess I just don't know how."

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Natasha held his gaze, that soft, understanding smile remaining on her lips. “I know,” she replied, and she meant it. She knew how hard it was for him, this wasn’t the first time they had discussed it. She knew and she understood and she respected that feeling. She didn’t want to push him nor make him uncomfortable, she never wanted him to be uncomfortable with her. No matter what they did she was glad that they were always honest with each other, and that was enough.

“I won’t push you,” she continued quietly, stealing another quick kiss. “Just know that I’ll be ready when you are.”

It was what he had offered in the very beginning of their partnership. He knew so much about her life from the research that was done on her, but he never tried to speak with her about it, never tried to push her to talk, to open up, to trust him. He had just waited, had told her his stories and opened up to her until she was comfortable enough to do the same.

Ducking her head she nuzzled against his neck, his jaw, until her lips reached his ear. “I love you,” she whispered. “No matter what.”

Her touch was warm and reassuring, her words soothing, and Clint allowed himself to melt back into her embrace with a soft sigh. He didn't know what he had done to deserve such an amazing, understanding woman by his side. Every of her gently whispered words sank into his heart and calmed the storm that the last days, the last hours had left. At least until the next crisis, but that was okay. They had proven that they could get through these, especially since they had stopped hiding from their feelings entirely.

"Love you, red", he answered quietly, emotion still thick in his voice, his fingertips drawing tender circles on her neck and shoulders. He didn't think there was any better feeling on this whole planet than Natasha snuggling her bare, soft body close to his, the sweet smell of her hair surrounding him and her calm, deep breathing against his chest.

He wanted to drown in her, give himself over to this feeling completely, and it was frustrating to himself that he made that so seldom, especially after fantastic encounters like the one just a few minutes ago. Knowing that Natasha didn't hold it against him helped. He still made a mental note to work on this weakness. It was important for both of them to be able to fall like that, knowing that the other one was there to catch, especially for times when it happened outside the bedroom.

"Little pushing sometimes might just help, you know", he murmured, lost in thought. "I kind of like the way you do it."

He chuckled and turned his head to seek Natasha's lips once more.

It was still pretty amazing how easy it was to speak the words. Admitting them the first time had been difficult, though admitting them to herself had been the hardest. Now it felt so natural she wondered why it had taken her so long. Of course she knew that it was fear that had kept her so long in check, but she was glad that it was a fear she had faced an conquered. Hearing him say it back certainly didn’t hurt, and she smiled against his skin.

She considered his words while they kissed. There were ways to push without going too far; it was something that Clint was an expert at. Not so much the pushing, but knowing how to read her, knowing when to pull back, when to ask, when to wait for confirmation before continuing. She could do that to. Learn his limits, slowly push the boundaries, and always give him time, always make him confirm it all.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” she said against his lips. “Just know you can stop me any time.”

Clint just nodded with another, slightly shy smile, because he felt they had said all it needed for the moment. Closing both arms around her waist, he pulled her as close to him as possible without hurting her and reveled completely in her warmth, both from the in- and outside. His mind was too busy to be going to sleep already but that was okay. Just lying here with her, and basking in the afterglow of their game, in silence, was all he needed right now.

When his mouth began to feel dry from the air conditioning, he reluctantly let go off Natasha with one hand to reach for the water bottle on the night stand. It was only then when he remembered he had brought something for reloading their batteries. He took a quick sip from the bottle before handing it to Natasha and then moved away from her, just enough to place that small plate with chocolate between them. Though it had been in the fridge, by now the edges of the small pralines had melted and made the perfect snack before bedtime.

"Think I can seduce you?"

They had never been good at talking over every detail, and Natasha was perfectly fine with letting it go with that. They had said what they needed to, they knew where they stood, and anything further they could deal with as it came.

When Clint pulled her closer she ended up half laying on him, a position she was entirely okay with. Laying her head on his chest, she listened to the steady thrum of his heartbeat and felt the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed, both having returned to normal now. For a long time she focused only on these, her eyes often closing though she didn’t sleep.

Eventually he stirred and she reluctantly gave him some space, though she accepted the water with a smile of gratitude. Taking a long drink, she was about to hand it back to him when he set the plate of chocolates between them. Propping her head on her hand she set the bottle beside it and grinned at him.

“You can try...” she replied.

"Wouldn't be fun if it was easy."

Clint grinned at her widely and laid back on the pillow, reaching for one the pralines. Just to show off a little he closed his eyes before he threw it and caught it perfectly between his lips. He left it there for a moment to leave a bit of chocolate before swallowing and then licked the chocolate off his fingers with a satisfied hum. The mild sensory deprivation of his closed lids made the nougat all but explode on his tongue - and definitely didn't help his weakness for sweets - and the hum turned into a pleasured moan.

"I know, I keep talking about the ice cream, but they know how to do chocolate here just as well..."

He cracked one lid open to look at Natasha, licking his lips slowly, and reached for the next praline.

"Give it a shot?"

Always the showman, Clint of course threw the praline blindly, and hit his mark perfectly. She watched the chocolate melt slightly, coating his lips; watched him lick those long, skilled fingers, and by the time he was moaning at the delicious taste she was licking her own lips in anticipation.

It was so tempting to lean over and lick the chocolate from his lips, but that would be giving in too easily, so she put on an air of indifference when she noticed he was looking at her, though she was certain he had caught her watching the trail of his tongue around his lips first.

“You hit me in the eye and that’s going up your nose,” she threatened before opening her mouth for him to toss the chocolate in. Not that she truly believed he would ever miss.

"Well, thank God I have yet to be too tired for that to happen."

Clint just grinned at the threat, though she was perfectly capable of following through with it. But while he might not have much skills or knowledge otherwise, he knew what he was doing with his hands, alright. The praline hit its target perfectly and he made a triumphant noise for the show before he licked his fingers clean again, never taking his eyes of Natasha.

Sometimes a little bit of fun was exactly what the doctor recommended after too heavy talking.

As usual Clint’s aim was perfect and the praline landed squarely on Natasha’s tongue. Watching his childlike victory celebration she rolled her eyes, though the motion was in direct contrast to the smile on her lips. If throwing food at her entertained him this much then who was she to argue?

Letting the chocolate melt a little on her tongue, when the taste finally hit her she let out a pleasurable noise of her own. “Okay, these are amazing,” she conceded, closing her eyes and savouring the taste. “With food like this I’m never leaving.”

"Fine with me", Clint answered, smiling, as if she had just proposed to have meat for diner tomorrow, and then went on eating another piece of chocolate as if nothing had happened. Well, they were on holiday, after all, so a little dreaming was allowed, right?

He stretched out on his back comfortably with the praline between his lips and again took his time enjoying it, watching Natasha just from the corner of his eyes. Of course he had caught her rolling her eyes on him and totally agreed with her. Sometimes the stupid got the better of him. But she was also smiling, and that was worth it everytime.

Clint’s answer was not surprising, and while it was just a light, joking conversation, Natasha was pretty sure that if she had claimed seriously that she never wanted to go back to New York that he would be on board.

Part of her wanted to do exactly that.

She knew it was just a dream, that S.H.I.E.L.D. wouldn’t just let two of their best agents go AWOL, but part of her wanted to try. It was stupid, people had babies all the time, so why should it change anyone’s opinion of her? And why should she care if it did? Then, of course, there was the future of the child to think of. How fair would it be to the baby growing up with two parents going off on dangerous missions all the time?

Cart ahead of the horse, she reminded herself. She still had a long ways to go before the child was born, and a lot could happen in that time.

On top of all of that, though, was Clint’s well being. He still had his moments, even here, where the past haunted him, but he seemed much lighter, much freer her than he had since before Loki had taken him. Just seeing him as he was now, smiling and playful and relaxed, was incentive enough to want to make it last forever.

Picking up the plate Natasha set it on his stomach so she could shift closer and resume her place at his side. Plucking one of the chocolates from the dish, she placed it carefully on his nipple before grinning at him.

Clint shivered at the sudden cold feeling of the ceramic against his skin and cracked one eye open to see what Natasha was up to. It definitely seemed a lot more entertaining than starting to think about their current situation and how to go from here again, when they wouldn't know for another few weeks if they actually had to worry about it. For the moment he was more than happy, pushing it away as often as possible. The next panic attack would come soon enough.

His eyebrow went up slowly when she chose such a strategic dangerous spot for that praline, and he had to stifle a laugh. That would have put an end to these kind of adventures pretty soon, with the plate falling off from from muscle contractions.

Well, shit.

"Your turn to seduce now?", he asked, grinning, trying his best to keep still in spite of certain blooming ideas .

Natasha could tell he was trying not to laugh and it only made her grin wider. Yes, this was much better than wallowing and trying to plan for a future that wasn’t certain yet. She was determined not to let anything bring down the mood tonight.

“Maybe...” she said, drawing out the word teasingly. “Or maybe we should make it a contest. See who can seduce the other first.”

Dancing in the Dark (for farmboyhawk)

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