study_in_scarlet | Dancing in the Dark (for farmboyhawk)

"Well, the offer for that bike ride still stands."

Natasha revealing even more of her beautiful rack also reminded Clint that this special fantasy of his also included eating her out and fucking her hard on that bike saddle, but mentioning that wouldn't exactly help keeping his hands off her.

He watched her go with a grin, shaking his head, enjoying this harmless mood more by the second. Much too seldom he got to see Natasha like that. They definitely needed to make a habit out of this.

"Much better", he noted when she got back, snickering at the way the hoodie all but swam around her body. "Not making me want to eat you alive here and now."

Smiling, he reached out for her to pull her softly into his arms and rested his chin on her shoulder with a deep sigh. "God, I've missed this."

“I may take you up on that. I’m sure I have some leather in my closet that would fit the occasion.” More than she cared to admit, probably, and some entirely inappropriate for riding a bike. Being ridden on a bike, however...

It really was rare, this completely carefree mood, and Natasha wasn’t sure how to describe it, not that she tried too hard. Some things were better left unexamined, and this was definitely one of those things.

"Mm, maybe later then," she said. Smiling warmly at Clint while he surveyed her outfit, she let him pull her into his arms and settled comfortably against him again. “Missed it? You mean in the last ten minutes?”

Edited 2013-09-09 01:28 (UTC)

"Hey, that's long enough to go detox." Clint pinched her waist playfully but quickly wrapped his arm around her again.

"Missed sharing a bed with you. And... you know. Nice to know we don't have to watch out for bullets and bombs for once. And not having to be careful with any bandages when I want to put my hands on you."

His fingertips brushed the underside of her breasts, his leg sneaking in between hers to pull her even closer against his body.

"I think I could get used to this."

Edited 2013-09-09 07:02 (UTC)

Natasha squirmed against him when he pinched her but did little else. Of course they both knew that she could retaliate easily and painfully if she so wished, but what a way to ruin a mood.

It had actually been a while since they’d had a night to relax when they were both in perfect condition. It felt like lately all the crazies were crawling out of the woodwork, and when the two of them weren’t out there on the job they were nursing some wound or another. Not that that stopped them from making time for a quickie when they could, but nothing like this, not for quite some time.

Maybe never completely like this before.

She let him touch her, move her, mould her to him. She thought she could get used to it too, but the thought was a little frightening. Was he talking about just trying to spend more time together? Or more than that? Deciding she was reading too much into it, Natasha let out a slow breath.

“You just like having a human body pillow to snuggle with,” she said, lifting herself up on one elbow so she could reach for her drink and take a sip.

With another loud crack of thunder and brilliant flash of light the electricity finally gave in and went out leaving them with just the candlelight.

"Well, there's that pillow thing."
Clint leaned forward to give her earlobe a quick gentle bite, his knuckles again brushing her curves, before he easened his grip a bit, giving her more room to move. The last thing he wanted her to feel like was uncomfortable.

He also forbid himself every too sincere answer to her mocking and rather reached for his own glass, trying to drown his melancholy in it.
"The fact that you're my favorite person to spend time with, might have a part in it, too."

He startled, with a quiet unnerved sigh when the lights finally went down but at the same time couldn't help admiring that the dim light did an amazing thing to Natasha's hair color.

"So, finally, Greenland all over again. Can't be long before we see the first polar bears."

It was clear that her joking answer wasn’t just not what he wanted to hear, but completely unwelcomed. For every two steps forward she made she seemed to take another back. They were definitely moving forward, she was getting better at the whole relationship thing, but it certainly wouldn’t be without constant stumbling.

Needless to say, when the power finally cut out Natasha was glad for the distraction it offered.

“I guess we just have more reason to keep each other warm now,” she said, setting her drink aside and further tangling her bare legs with his. Maybe they should have grabbed a blanket before settling down. “Any chance your tenants will be knocking on your door soon?”

"Good thing I'm a certified oven." Clint half snorted, half chuckled into his glass and half finished it with a long sip.
"Also, there's lots of blankets in the wardrobe. Just let me know." He caught one of her curls between two fingertips and pulled her in for another tender kiss.

"No need to worry, no. Haven't heard anything in the house all the time since we arrived. Mostly students, I guess they all went home to their families for the weekend."

He tried his best to keep his smile but had to hide his grimace in his glass. Just for one evening not thinking of everything he was missing in his life, was that so hard?

His body temperature always was much warmer than hers, and while she usually did better with cold climates than him, he certainly provided more body heat when they needed to share. Even so, he seemed to read her mind about the blankets and she couldn’t help but smile into the kiss.

Unfortunately the tender moment passed and she felt the shift in his mood even if she couldn’t see his grimace. Shifting onto her back but keeping her side pressed to his front, Natasha ran her fingers lightly along his neck as she looked up at him, studying his face.

“That works well for us, then,” she said, tracing one finger along the line of his jaw. “That means we have the place all to ourselves all weekend.”

It was confirmation that she planned to stay the whole weekend if he wanted her to, which she was pretty sure he did, but it was also a silent acknowledgement that she knew and she understood but that it didn’t matter. The only family they needed was each other.

"Oh, I see where this is going." Thankful for the chance to flee into yet another bantering, Clint eyed her body from head to toe as if marking his territory. "We can try the cellar or the attic next. Maybe we should leave out the roof, unless we want to give all the residents in the surrounding houses a good show."

Before she could think about hitting him, he quickly bent down to cover her lips with another kiss. Still a slow one, but maybe not all that sweet anymore, his tongue sneaking into her mouth while he caressed her stomach, gently teasing her breasts through the thick fabric covering them.

The sweet hint of oranges mixed with her very own flavor tickled his senses, a warm content feeling of home and relaxation. He made sure to explore her mouth very thoroughly, his tongue caught in a silence dance with hers. The prick of sadness died away with every second of tenderness, his breath growing deep and steady, a smile on his lips when he could finally bring himself to pull back. What he had now was maybe not everything he had ever expected out of life, but it was good, and with her it was certainly enough.

"You can stay as long as you like, you know."

Natasha managed to roll her eyes but not much else in reply to Clint’s suggestions before he cut her off with another kiss that she willingly let distract her. It was a little more heated this time and he let his hands wander a little more freely, not that she was complaining. Running her tongue along his to remind him just how good she could be with it, one hand moved to the back of his neck, fingers teasing the soft hair at his nape, while she ran her toes up along his leg until she could prop her knee over his hip, turning a little more towards him.

When he finally pulled back she was glad to see his smile had returned, though it was only because of her extensive skills that she kept her own from faltering.

It was what had made her nervous earlier, the feeling that this was leading somewhere she wasn’t sure she was ready to go. Maybe she was just being silly, but it almost sounded like Clint’s way of asking her to move in with him, but what was even sillier was the fact that this should make her nervous. Although they had taken a big step tonight, she couldn’t claim that it was all happening too quickly. It had taken them years to get to this point, years of dancing around each other and only taking the smallest serious steps at a time. If anything they had been moving at a snail’s pace compared to normal relationships.

The thing she had to ask herself, though, was would it really be a bad thing? They were away so often anyhow, and any time they had off together they spent with each other anyway, so what would really be the difference other than the location? Clint knew how much she sometimes needed her solitude, and she knew he would respect that, so what was the problem?

Okay, so maybe the silliest part of all of this was her jumping to conclusions and reading too much into what he was saying.

“Be careful,” she warned playfully, giving no hint of what was going on in her mind. “Say things like that and you may never get rid of me.”

Clint just stared at her for a few long moments, silently. Of course he could drop it. Would make things much easier.

But the only thing he had always expected out of this whole thing with Natasha was honesty. He could live, somehow, with everything, no matter how little, she was willing to give him, but he wanted to know where they stood. And he sure as hell didn't want to spend a weekend worrying if he made her feel bad.

"You're missing a muscle. Right here."
He let his fingertips trail from her cheek upward to brush the corner of her eye.
"Might want to train that, then your eyes match the smile.
Don't you know by now that you don't have to keep anything from me, Nat? I didn't mean to... I'm sorry if I was coming too close, okay? I don't want you to feel obliged in any way. All I'm saying is, I'm enjoying spending my time with you and I can never get enough of it. That doesn't change anything for you. You can come or leave whenever you like, okay? I'll be here."

He hesitated again, fingers softly threading through her hair, not sure if another thing going on on his mind would make it even worse or if she would understand that all he wanted to offer her was a chance. An anchor, a base to return to whenever their crazy lives let them.

"If you want... You can have a key for this apartment. You know. When you're around. Worst thing that could happen is, you could find me drunk ass standing on the sofa doing my best Freddie Mercury homage."

Her smile fell when he pointed out her tell and the apology was very clear in her eyes. She tried to be honest with him, more honest than she had ever been with anyone else in her entire life, but she didn’t want to hurt him, didn’t want him thinking the worst when she just needed more time to think before she said anything.

Some days she wondered why he was even with her, why he put up with all her demons constantly trying to keep them apart, but love made people do stupid things, right? That was what she had always heard. Even so, she knew she didn’t deserve him, didn’t deserve how patient and understanding he was, how willing he was to put his own wants and needs aside for her. It wasn’t fair to him how she closed herself off sometimes, nor how long it took her to take even the smallest steps in their relationship. It wasn’t fair, she didn’t deserve him, but she wasn’t willing to give him up either. Clearly the only solution, then, was for her to try harder to be the person he deserved.

She didn’t speak even when he paused, knowing that he had more to say. It wasn’t until he was finished that she took a breath and tried to formulate a reply. He wasn’t asking her to move in here, wasn’t asking her to give up her own place, he was simply offering her another place she could escape to, a place to hide if she needed it, and a place where he would always be when she needed him. When she wanted him.

Maybe, just maybe, she always wanted him.

“That is an image I didn’t need,” she said with a smile that this time reached her eyes. Moving her hand from behind his neck she traced a finger along his lips, his cheeks, the fine lines at the corner of his eyes. “I think... I think I’d like that.”

"Hey, I'm doing a terrific 'I want to break free'. I'm the star on every karaoke party."
Clint pretended to pout and ended up kissing Natasha's fingertips instead, slowly, one ofter the other. He couldn't deny or hide the relief that he hadn't scared her off with his bold offer. The thought of having her around here more was intriguing, really. And hey, one more reason to finally keep this place tidy and comfortable.

He laid down on his arm to be closer to her face, to softly brush her lips, her cheeks, her neck from time to time. His hand kept on caressing her back in warm, slow circles, just slipping down to cup her buttocks in between.

He thought he would never get tired of watching her like this. The orange weak light left her hair glowing like a dark flame, her body tucked close into his for warmth far more relaxed than he could ever remember. It wasn't that bad yet with the temperatures but eventually it might be. And if they stayed like that for another while, he'd end up either sleeping in her arms or eating her for desert. Then neither of them would be in the mood to get up anymore.

"You okay, red? Need one of these blankets?"

Edited 2013-09-11 08:51 (UTC)

She watched as he kissed each of her fingers, wanting nothing more than to replace them with her lips, but she resisted. Instead she lay still but relaxed, letting him explore her body and feeling completely content with his gentle caresses, the complete care and adoration he seemed to have for her every spot and curve. The entire time she watched his face while he, in turn, watched her. There was something completely indescribable about the experience, and all Natasha knew was that she was enjoying it, having his complete and undivided attention and sharing such a quiet, simple moment.

A blanket probably wouldn’t be a bad idea, even though she wasn’t cold yet, and the idea of curling up with him on the sofa, cuddling under a blanket by candlelight was so ridiculously romantic and ‘cute’, yet somehow still appealing. Instead of voicing any of this, though, she just curled in closer to him, slipping one arm around his back and pressing her face against his chest. “That involves moving,” she said, which was not the most appealing prospect.

"Hm-hm. Guess that means I have to keep you warm myself."

Grinning, Clint let his hand travel from Natasha's waist to her leg, placing it around his. It left her pressed even closer against his body and her welcoming heat open for his caressing fingertips.

Leaving out her most sensitive spots on purpose, he gently massaged her thighs, tickling the insides with his fingertips or giving her firm buttocks the gentlest of slaps from time to time.

His face was softly buried in her hair, sighs escaping his lips while he breathed her sweet scent. The heat of their closely shared space and lingering want pulsated lazily through his body, leaving him shifting against her. But it was still a controlled, slow shuddering on his skin, not an overwhelming storm inside demanding to kiss her senseless... anywhere. All in good time.

"You smell so good", he murmured, quietly enough for her to ignore it if it wasn't the right time for compliments. "Honestly can't decide if I want to eat you whole right away or stay like this forever."

Natasha wrapped her leg around Clint’s and pressed herself closer to him. He really was like a furnace, and she tangled her other leg among his, getting as much surface contact as she could. Closing her eyes and just breathing him in, she smiled against his chest, occasionally poking him in the back in retaliation to his light, teasing slaps.

She probably could have fallen asleep there, curled up safe and warm in his arms, the raging of the storm contrasting beautifully outside. It was tempting, but she didn’t want the night to end so soon; she wanted it to last, to extend the day that had been as close to perfect as any she could recall.

Chuckling against him at his words, she tightened her arm around him just slightly, essentially giving him a one armed hug. “Well, if we stay like this forever then it makes the other option impossible, right?”

Maybe not 'forever', but she could deal with 'a very long time', not that she was opposed to the other option either.

"Well, we do have the whole weekend..."

Determined not to tempt himself even more, Clint brought his hand back up to Natasha's neck and her spine to go back to caressing her there. Occasionally he massaged another one of these tiny knots out of her muscles when he stumbled over them, with slow, soft pressure to not hurt her but easily, softly let her slide into complete relaxation.

His attention was divided between the most pleasing sight of her body tucked so close to his and that adorable smile on her face and the equally beautiful sight of flashes cracking the sky from time to time. As long as he didn't have to deal with rain and storm influencing his shots or sensitive electronics getting wet, he could actually enjoy such a weather just fine. Especially with such wonderful company.

Only once in a while, when there was a particular loud thunder, he flinched, making a mental note to stop by the sick bay next time he was on the Helicarrier. Maybe there were any good news about the adjustments of his implants. There were sounds, especially when they were hard to calculate and expect, that hurt like fuck when you couldn't tone them down.

"Let's just hope there's not more of that coming up."

Edited 2013-09-13 08:31 (UTC)

The whole weekend, they had the whole weekend to do whatever they wanted and just enjoy being together; Natasha had to admit it was a pretty appealing thought. She settled a little more comfortably against him, not holding him quite so tightly as he returned to massaging her neck and back. Every once in a while she let out a content sigh or a little noise that had no real purpose or meaning except to express how comfortable and happy she was right now.

There were a few times that Clint flinched, and while it was tempting to tease him saying he was afraid of the storm, she knew it was actually out of pain and she couldn’t quite bring herself to play that down. Only when he finally spoke to acknowledge it himself did she deem it okay to comment.

Lifting her head from his chest she brought her lips up right by his ear. “Maybe you just need a distraction...” she whispered, nipping gently at his earlobe before reaching up to lay her hand softly against the side of his head, covering his ear to dampen the noise. Drawing back, she met his eyes only a moment before pressing her lips to his.

Clint looked at her in surprise for a moment before thankfully leaning into her touch. He hadn't expected her to realize, to understand his complaining about the weather right away, actually. There were things he never really talked about much, but then again... Natasha knew him well and long enough and she was a very close watcher.

"Thank you." He could barely hear his own whisper and it was more than okay. There were times when silence was nothing but soothing.

The sound of the surroundings dampened, reduced to mostly both their breathing, made it even easier to fall completely for Natasha's touch. When he closed his eyes, it was all sweet lavender, tickling desire prickling on his lips and her body pressing against him in all the right places. The way he kissed her now carried a plead, his hand carefully tangling in her hair to pull her closer. His tongue probed the sweetness of her mouth, a low grumble vibrating in his chest, and pulling back became somewhat more difficult.

"Not helping to behave, I'm afraid."

It was part of the job to be observant, to pick up on every little detail and nuance, and it was something she couldn’t turn off easily even in her normal life. It was made even more difficult by the fact that she enjoyed watching Clint, enjoyed studying him and learning everything she could about him. He was always so attentive to her every feeling, and while she didn’t show it as easily or readily she definitely paid attention when it came to him.

She smiled against his lips at the simple thanks and kissed him slowly, but it was made quite clear quite quickly by the way he kissed her back and pulled her closer that this was moving far past the simple cuddling stage.

“Well...” Natasha said, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes, her breath still playing across his lips. “You’ve been a very good boy. Maybe you’ve behaved long enough...”

"Hmm... You mean, I have your permission to make you come again?"

That suddenly smug tone in her voice was something he could easily keep up with, accompanied by one eyebrow raised and his hand moving down her back, stopping right above her ass.

"I should warn you, that's a job I'll take very seriously. Since that blanket thing is out of question, I will be very thoroughly making sure you won't freeze... You know..."

His hand found the way under her - his - hoodie, rough fingertips teasing along the hem of her shorts.

"I can't eat you out through those, you know..."

Natasha couldn’t help but grin at his cocky reply, though she made a half-hearted effort to hold it back. “Permission granted,” she said, brushing her thumb lightly over his cheekbone. She kept her eyes on his as his hand roamed down her back, and besides the gentle stroking of her thumb she didn’t move.

“That is true, though if you’re going to start removing my clothing then you’re definitely going to have to work harder to keep me warm,” she replied. She was secretly amused by his one track mind. All his talk about eating her alive, she wondered just how long he had been thinking about this, just waiting for her to give him the green light.

Something felt off and he wasn't exactly sure what it was. Maybe it was just still part of the teasing but he needed to go sure before he would lose part of his clear senses in sensation.

He brought his hand to Natasha's on his face, softly caressing it, his hand resting still and warm against her back.

"I'm pretty sure I can do that. But you do know we don't have to, right? I love to make you come apart. I love to make you feel good. But you're the one who needs to want it."

Natasha’s expression softened at his words, how completely caring and simply wonderful he was. It didn’t matter how bad he wanted her he was always very careful to make sure she wanted him just as bad, always so worried about pushing her, about making her do something she wasn’t really up for. He really was the most amazing man she had ever met.

She really did love him, and right now her heart actually ached a little with the strength of that feeling. Kissing him slowly, deeply, she hoped he could feel it too.

Breaking the kiss, when she looked at him again she had managed to get her emotions under control and gave him a look that was positively devilish.

“Then I want you to bury that gorgeous face of yours between my legs and... what was it you said earlier? Eat me alive?”

"Aye, Ma'am."

Clint pressed his lips to her palm, still resting against his cheek, locking all words inside for now, all the feelings vibrating between them. The deep warmth of joy spreading in his chest, when he could see Natasha like that, shaken by emotions she so seldom allowed herself to feel. They were there, that was all he needed to know.

And admittedly, right now, he also needed to know how she would taste when he finally got his mouth on her. A short, longing moan escaped his throat when his hand started wandering again, his fingertips slipping under the hem of her shorts to tease the little hollow right above her buttocks.

He would have loved to started slow, exploring every inch of her body with his lips and tongue, but as long as it wasn't really warm in the room, he didn't want her to get out of too many clothes.

So he sat up, instead, reluctantly, just enough to make Natasha lie on her back, using the slightest pressure of his other hand flatly pressed against her sternum. Though he wouldn't admit it loudly... He sometimes did enjoy it to handle her body the way he needed it, and that she let him do it to her without ripping his head off his shoulders.

He thanked her with a playful kiss on her nose and nibbled on her lower lip then, grinning, letting her know what he was about to do to her. His hand on her chest was already busy elsewhere though he honestly couldn't remember aiming for that. But then again... Natasha's glorious full breasts had always worked a certain kind of magic on him. He was massaging and teasing her through the thick fabric long before he knew, expertly finding one hardening nipple between his knuckles and giving it a slow, tight tug.

Never one to forget his most important target, he started drawing her shorts from her legs at the same time, very carefully, inch by inch.

"I begin to like these clothes on you."

He scooted down on the sofa enough to bend over her body, kiss and lick that small bright stripe of her belly where his administrations had pulled that hoodie upwards.

Edited 2013-09-14 09:34 (UTC)

Dancing in the Dark (for farmboyhawk)

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