study_in_scarlet | Dancing in the Dark (for farmboyhawk)

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.”

Clint had to stifle another laugh. Somehow he doubted, he had good chances when the job was to resist Natasha... But no one was to say he shied away from a challenge.

"Give it your best shot."

He pretended not to notice that piece of chocolate on his skin slowly starting to melt and concentrated on Natasha instead. He moved his arm from the pillow carefully around her, doing his best to not let that plate do as much as tremble, and caressed her neck gently while he waited for her next move.

Natasha felt his muscles tense as he tried not to laugh, but she somehow managed to keep her expression challenging and playful.

“Oh, I don’t think this needs my best shot,” she replied. Clint could probably set his mind to resisting her if he really wanted to, but his body was another story, and alone with nobody to see or interrupt... why should he want to?

Running one hand along the bottom of his ribs, she pressed herself against his side and ducked her head. At first she just lightly traced around the edge of the praline with her tongue, catching just a trace of the melting chocolate, before catching what was left of it between her lips. Once she was done with the treat there was, of course, some clean-up, and she took her time sucking on his nipple, her tongue swirling around it and her teeth grazing from time to time.

Natasha wasted no time doing business and she definitely didn't show mercy. Clint drew in a sharp breath at the first teasing touch of her mouth and stifled a curse when the plate shifted dangerously. Somehow he made it to balance it back with just moving his muscles but that definitely hadn't been the last time. Natasha was much too fucking good for that.

It needed just a few clever strokes of her tongue to leave his nipple hard and sensitive and get his breath going faster. He had to keep his muscles taut and ready for all these little shivers that her hot breath against his skin elicited, and try not to lose his concentration while watching her beautiful lips at work. Both not exactly easy.

"At least I'm getting another workout tonight", he remarked with half a grin. "You know, if we did this more often I actually might warm up to the gym..."

AT that first touch he almost knocked the plate over, but he managed to steady it again without even using his hands. Of course it would be a shame to make a mess with their treats, but she wasn’t about to let up on him either so Natasha continued her teasing, relishing in every quick breath and tightening muscle, until the skin was red and sensitive under her mouth.

“I’m just looking out for you,” she said, placing a chaste kiss on his hard nipple. “Have to keep you fit and healthy.” Selecting two more candies from the dish, she placed one on his other nipple and left it to melt a little before lifting her head to meet his eyes again. “Although...” she continued slowly, running the other praline along her lips and leaving a thin layer of chocolate behind, “The gym is not nearly as fun...” Resting the chocolate between her lips, she cocked an eyebrow at him, daring him to take it.

"We'll just have to build one at home then, so we can do this everytime I'm too lazy to work out. Got a few ideas for what to do with you while I'm busy doing weights and all..."

Clint's eyes darkened visibly when he watched Natasha play around with her little treat. She was a goddamn running temptation even if she wasn't trying and when she was actually teasing him, his body immediately forgot that they had already been through one or the other round tonight. He hardly ever needed an excuse to kiss her, so that delicious layer of chocolate waiting on her beautiful lips was just begging to be taken, but he recalled just in time that moving was a very bad idea right now.

Instead he tightened his hand on her neck and pulled her down with an aroused little sigh to steal that praline from her lips and then slowly, thoroughly run his tongue over every single inch until her skin came off clean and all he could taste was sweet and Natasha, a mixture definitely made in heaven.

“A few ideas, hmm?” Natasha replied, a genuinely curious note in her voice. She enjoyed when Clint let his imagination wander. Sometimes he came up with some pretty ridiculous ideas, but other times they were very good indeed. “Like what?”

Clint almost forgot himself and upset the dish, but he remembered, pulling her down for the kiss instead. It was so slow and so sensual, his tongue cleaning every hint of chocolate from her lips, that Natasha could feel her own arousal stirring again. The things he could do with that tongue never failed to get her hot.

Drawing back just enough to breath, she ran her tongue over her lips and smiled at him. “These may be my new favourite candy.”

"Hmmm..."

Clint ran his fingertips playfully from Natasha's neck to her cheek and over her slightly swollen lower lip, while he pretended to think about his answer. In truth he only had to try to keep his breath under control or that plate would fall off in no time. And breathing calmly wasn't exactly easy with certain arousing pictures on his mind.

"I was thinking, you could join me on that workout bench... Just saying... You don't have to wear clothes to train, right? But of course you would only move when I do my weights like a good boy... Couldn't think of a better motivation..."

His hand wandered slowly down her body until he reached the heated skin between her legs, and again he had to stifle a hard shiver when he realized, this turned her on as much as him. He ran just a fingertip gently through her folds, more teasing than anything, and licked his lips slowly to emphasize his words.

"Or you know, on leg day... You could just kneel over me so I have a nice view while I press that damn bench, and when I'm doing good enough, I get a little tongue workout to go with it..."

Clint was the picture of control as he relayed his plans to her, but she could tell he had to concentrate to restrain himself. Of course he didn’t restrain his hand, though, and she bit her lip to hold back any verbal reactions to his gentle teasing. With the stress and the fatigue of recent days it had been a while since she’d felt this voracious, and luckily Clint seemed just as insatiable.

Closing her eyes as he spoke, she let herself envision the scene he described, her hips twitching involuntarily. “I can see why this workout wouldn’t be feasible in a shared facility,” she said, opening her eyes to meet his again. “Or you could always bench press me.”

Smiling at him, she remembered the other praline she had laid out earlier that was more than sufficiently melted by now. After stealing one more quick kiss she leaned over him to attack his other nipple with the same focus she had given the first.

Dancing in the Dark (for farmboyhawk)

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