study_in_scarlet | Dancing in the Dark (for farmboyhawk)

Clint had honestly meant to tease her back, maybe mention these cute shivers running over her arms when she moved just a few inches away from him... But he decided, it was far more interesting having her lips back on his body.

Her kisses made the building need spread out, his nipples hardening against the touch of her chest when she laid back down, and desire mingled in the way his tongue slipped into her mouth at once, much more of a challenge than a teasing touch this time.

But still his arms were pressing her gently against his body, legs firmly closing around hers, seeking out as much contact as possible. Every inch of their heated skin pressed together reminded him of what they shared, how intensive this thing between them was. That she would never allow the coldness inside to take over, just like she had promised.

His hardening length pressed against her thigh with their embrace becoming more intimate, and a soft moan interrupted his deep breaths, vibrating against her lips. His hand found its way from her waist back between her spread legs, his fingertips continuing their agonizing light touch over her center.

Now sooner had she laid back down before Clint was wrapping himself around her, erasing every bit of distance between them. He held her close, tight, so she couldn’t move but the last thing she felt right then was trapped. She wanted to be there, wanted to feel every inch of him, wanted to feel as close to him as she possibly could.

She swallowed his moan, her tongue battling with his a moment longer before she broke away. Lowering her head back to his chest, she slid her body down his until their hips were even and she could feel him hard against her, right where she wanted him. Burying her face in his chest, she shifted her hips to slide her slit along the length of him, letting out a little moan herself against his skin.

"Nat..."

Her name was nearly a whimper of his breath against her ear, a gentle bite following on the edge as the growing tension built up again in his body.

But this time it was a good, a comfortable tension, little electric waves down to the hair on his arms. Every shiver from Natasha's hot trembling body was flowing right through him.

She was warm and wet against him, the sweetest inviting sensation that he drew out, took in just as much as their tight embrace, the wordless, deep intimacy of the moment.

The way he locked eyes with her, saw the glimmer of lust shining in the beautiful dark green color. The way he smiled at her when his breath went faster by the second.

He pressed against her in slow, light circles of his hips, right where her soft damp folds met at this tiny hardened point, his hand on her back gently pressing her against the playful movements.

His head fell back against the mattress, quiet groans on his lips, and he wasn't quite sure if it was torture or heaven but he sure as hell enjoyed it.

I shiver went through her at his name against her ear, and she answered the bite by scraping her teeth along his skin before soothing it with the flat of her tongue. This wasn’t like before where he did all the giving but received nothing but tension and frustration in return; there was no worry nor holding back either, they just were. They were completely open and relaxed and unhurried, and it felt amazing.

She could feel his eyes on her and raised her head, propping her chin on his chest. The smile he gave her was impossible not to return, and the look in his eyes made her own breath catch. Dropping her head back to his chest when he finally broke the eye contact, the slight movements of her hips matched his. They were barely moving, just holding each other tight, but that slight friction was enough to make her moan again. “I want to feel you... inside me,” she whispered between breaths, but like everything else in that moment it wasn’t demanding or pleading, just a simple voiced desire.. She wanted to stay close to him, be as close to him as possible, and even if they moved no more than they were right now she thought it might be enough.

Clint's breath stuttered in his throat, because as happy as he would have been just having her like that, maybe coax her into a slow, sweet height, just pressing into her and watch her all the time... Yes, he wanted her too, just like that, in his arms and around him, with every breath. To know, she would be there after every bad night whenever it was possible and with him when he needed her.

It didn't hurt that her nude heated body probably wouldn't even have left his hormones cold in the middle of an ice dune.

He didn't say anything, just buried his face softly against her neck and went beck to these soft short kisses and nibbles. His hand went from her back lower, gently dipping between her legs, without the teasing this time. He thought, he could very probably just have taken her and she wouldn't have minded, and probably it would have been okay.

But this was a part of it too, a part of him, of this thing between them. Every time they left the house, there were a dozen possibilities for them to get in trouble and on a good day only half of them able to kill them. When it was just Natasha and him... Then he didn't want to take even the slightest risk of hurting her. Not like this. Not with his body when all he wanted for her was to feel good.

So he put his gently caressing fingers where they had been before, stroking through her slick folds until two digits carefully slipped inside of her, savoring her promising tight heat with soft circling movements. His hips thrust slightly upward without his doing, another moan vibrating against her neck when the tenderness mingled with more need.

Natasha sighed happily when he went back to kissing her neck, angling her head a bit to give him better access and pressing her own lips against his skin again.

His hand slipped between her legs again but this time he didn’t tease her, didn’t draw it out, and it wasn’t long before she felt his fingers inside of her. Moaning in pleasure she pressed against them, but the way he bucked up against her had her smiling against his skin.

“That wasn’t what I meant,” she said, the smile evident in her voice. Shifting her hips she pressed against his hardness again, making it perfectly clear what she really meant. She knew she didn’t need to, that he knew perfectly well, but she also knew him, knew his ways. He had to make sure she was ready before he would press on; if there was even the slightest chance he could hurt her then he wouldn’t do anything without her coaxing.

Clint didn't say anything, but she had to feel his smile against her skin, and maybe the little heated rush of red in his cheeks. Some instincts couldn't just be turned off.

"Want you", he just murmured, fingers still moving softly in her heat since she didn't exactly seem to mind. Just for a few more moments, while his free hand traveled slowly down to her hips.

With a heavy, aroused sigh he finally let the other one join it and directed her softly upwards, just enough to align his cock with her slick opening. He let her take him in at her speed, just pressed up into her gently, head falling back again as sweetest warm pressure in his loins spoke of his desire for her. With his eyes half closed he watched her, just enjoying the feeling of feeling her around him.

She let him take his time; rushing was the last thing she felt like doing right now, and besides, it wasn’t like she wasn’t enjoying herself in the meantime. It was very different from before; he wasn’t trying to tease her or push her over the edge, he just moved softly, slowly, and she felt like she could just melt into his touch and the heat of his body beneath her.

She kissed his chest again at the murmured words, and when he finally moved both hands to her hips she lifted them just enough, letting him position her right where he needed her. Feeling the head of his cock pressing at her opening she lowered herself over him, slowly taking him in, inch by inch, until her hips rested against his again. Letting out a sigh she sounded completely fulfilled, like a piece of her had been missing and had now been replaced. She didn’t even move at first, just adjusted to the familiar feel of him inside her, filling her. After a moment she gave a slight swivel of her hips and clenched her muscles around him just briefly.

"God, Tash'."

His words came close to a whimper but not desperately aroused, strained like yesterday. The look he was giving her from his half-closed eyes, was pure, deep pleasure. The smile going with it was telling her how much he loved not only this but her.

She was one of the biggest parts of his life, one of the few constants he knew, and wanting to feel her as close as possible was part of this feeling of belonging, to her as much as she belonged to him. Not in a way that either of them couldn't and didn't want to commit to. Just always as much as they both wanted it. There had been and still was too much force, too much duty in both their lives.

This was her giving herself over to him and being the one in control at the same time, anytime she wanted this faster, harder, until they would give in to release. Through all the growing arousal inside, there was always this new confidence of last evening shining through... That she trusted him with herself and no longer was afraid to show it.

The soft warm feeling of her lust pressing down on him sent another shudder down his back, hips arching up immediately into the touch. He let it, let his instincts and thoughts be drowned by just the heat playing between them, the tender touch of Natasha's lips on his skin.

He let her lead, let her take him like she needed it, holding her less tighter now to give her room. Just this soft, slow caressing of her back and neck he started again while he trembled against her, from both the steadily growing pulse in his loins and the overflow of emotion running through him.

Raising her head to meet his eyes, she felt his smile warm her right down to her toes. Natasha wasn’t the one to throw around the term ‘perfect’, as it was an idealistic notion that didn’t exist, but she was pretty sure that this moment was about as close to perfect as it could possibly be. This was the closeness she had wanted, feeling him against her, around her, inside of her until it was almost impossible to distinguish where she ended and he began. They fit perfectly together in every way, like they were made for each other, just as Clint had said, and she wouldn’t change any of it for the world.

Her lips moved gently over his skin and she let out a soft noise when he arched his hips into her. It was slow, wonderful torture, the subtle movements and soft touches, but she didn’t want to rush it, didn’t want it hard and fast this time. This was something different and she wanted to savour every moment.

Rotating her hips in slow circles, she imitated the movement with her tongue around one of his taut nipples, a hand laying over his heart in an almost comforting manner as she felt him tremble beneath her.

With Natasha's clever tongue on certain sensitive spots it was too much of a challenge to hold completely still any longer. Clint felt himself pressing into the warm touch soon, the need for more, harder stimulation emerging that he usually liked to see as some kind of guilty pleasure. With Natasha he didn't need to hide such desires.

His hand had tightened its grip on her waist without him really realizing, pressing her closer into him again, their movements falling into a casual, still slow but common rhythm.

He was teasing her with the casual contractions of his muscles again, everytime he thrust his hips up and held her close to him, seeking touch of that one spot that would make her shiver and moan.

His hands tightened around her waist, his fingers pressing into her skin, and Natasha answered with a light nip with her teeth before grinning against him. They picked up an easy rhythm, their bodies moving together as one, and never moving far apart.

Clint was certainly creative, Natasha had to give him that, and he had her moaning in no time and pressing herself harder against him with every thrust.

Her grin told him, she knew exactly what was on his mind when he pressed against her just more once she used her teeth on him. He wasn't too surprised to find himself wanting more of that, sometime, whenever the mood was right. They were about to have some time for each other, after all, and with none other than maybe a few tourists wondering about certain marks on his body for once.

For now he was completely satisfied with the way she pressed down on him, more aroused by the second, and her muscles working him tightly left him no choice than going with her, melancholy falling away with every small thrust, every grinding of their bodies together. Not that he had any objections.

Panting heavily, he buried his fingers softly into the sweet curve of her ass, strong massaging fingers fueling up that growing need between them even further while her name came from his lips once more.

The urge to sit up and just ride him into the mattress was growing, to just completely dominate him, but that wasn’t what she really wanted this time so she pushed it down. She wanted to keep the closeness, didn’t want to lose the feel of his body against hers. Pressing herself against his chest, the pressure against her hard nipples made her moan again. Really, it didn’t take much at this point.

She ground harder against him, the answering clench of his muscles against her leaving her panting. She answered the call of her name with his, her voice more of a whimper than anything. Her breathing grew even shorter the closer she got to her climax, and she contracted her muscles around him, keeping them tight while she rotated and ground her hips, his name becoming a mantra on her lips.

"Damn... Killing me again, red."

Clint hissed out a chuckle when he felt his hormones react much faster to Natasha's skilled movements than usual. Morning workouts never brought most effective results for him. That was okay. This wasn't about records. And hearing these sweet, whimpering noises from her, feeling her clench down on him uncontrollably, he was pretty sure, she was just as close as he was.

He kept on caressing and working her flesh between his fingers while his other hand slid to her waist, pressing her down on him just where she would need it most. He answered to her circling hips with quick, hard thrusts, trying to press against her most sensitive point with every movement as the urge finally took over. Soon enough he could just give in, throwing his head back with a silent cry when he felt his height building deep in his loins.

Natasha laughed against him and pressed another soft kissed to his chest. “Not doing too bad yourself, hotshot,” she replied in a deep, breathy tone that betrayed her own excitement, catching his nipple between her teeth again for another gentle bite. She wasn’t normally so quick to get this aroused, but the whole intimacy of the situation brought in a whole different level she hadn’t been prepared for but was glad to accept.

With every thrust she made a small noise of pleasure at the friction, Clint’s hand holding her flush against him right where she needed it. Her cries became longer and more frequent as the pace increased until he hit it just right and sent her toppling over.

It was that little bite that set him completely loose in the end, promising so much more and at the same time just right for this one moment, these minutes of gentle intimacy. A warm, deep shiver spreading all the way down to where pressed against her. Uncontrollably now, the need taking over and guiding his movements until he cried out quietly against her neck as his orgasm washed over him. Still he was holding her tightly against him and working with her quick rocking motions until he could feel her coming down from her own climax.

When his head fell back on the pillow, he knew, he had an absolute silly grin on his face but couldn't help it. It just felt so much better than all these depressive conversation from before, and he didn't miss press a soft, thankful kiss to Natasha's shoulder before he tried to catch his breath.

For a long moment she shuddered and trembled against him, her breathing short and quick as she slowly came back down from her pleasurable high. Placing a few sloppy kisses against his skin, she pillowed her head on his chest and tried to catch her breath, a smile curving her lips when Clint kissed her shoulder.

She didn’t try to speak; what could she say right now? She felt raw and completely exposed, but that wasn’t the scary part; the frightening part was that she didn’t care, that she might even actually enjoy it. Burying her face in his chest she breathed in his scent; he smelled of love and safety and home.

She was close enough to feel her shudder, just the slightest bit. Clint's arms immediately tightened around her, cheek nuzzling the top of her head, to remind her it was okay, that he felt the same and that it was okay. That here, in their small little protected world they could weak and vulnerable. Because they never were.

"I'm here, red. I've got you."

It was the same she had told him earlier and though for her now it might not be a nightmare but just the opposite, he knew that was something she couldn't hear often enough. He had always had her back, from the moment he had shot an arrow through her shoulder.

Natasha melted into the embrace, her breath stuttering at his words. She knew they were true, had known for years, but he was right: there were some things that couldn’t be said enough, and now the words held even more meaning than they used to. He didn’t just have her back, he had her heart, and she knew he would protect both with his every breath.

Moving her hands to his chest she shifted up his body, feeling him slowly slide out of her, until she could press her lips to his in a gentle, grateful kiss.

The loss of friction left him shivering slightly, but she was there, her lips, before he had even taken the next breath, and he gladly submitted, just a feather light touch of skin and his tongue playfully tickling her lower lip.

By now daylight had begun to settle in and he wasn't unhappy about it at all. It was kind of a relief to open his eyes and see her, see the room better again, not fear for the next bad dream kicking in soon. With a deep sigh, he rested his chin on her shoulder, trying to bring order back in that mess his hand had made of her hair, without much success.

"I'll try to not make every night that bad, promise", he mumbled, sighing again. "Can I make it up with making breakfast while you catch up with some sleep?"

After the kiss Natasha settled back against his chest again, tucking her face in against his neck. She let out something akin to a giggle when she felt him trying to smooth down the mess her hair had become, or as close to a giggle as she ever got. About the only thing that was going to get her hair back into any kind of order at this point was a good helping of conditioner. It could wait.

“It’s okay. It ended good,” she murmured, pressing her lips to his skin. At the mention of food her stomach rumbled; she had definitely worked up an appetite since the restaurant last night, and the few crackers in between had done little to carry her over. “You mean I have to let you up already?” She snuggled a little closer, soaking up the warmth and comfort of his embrace just a little longer.

"When your stomach gets too loud to talk, I'll just have to leave for a few minutes."

Clint grinned at that little sound she had just made but kept it for himself that it sounded absolutely adorable. Natasha was in a too good position to do damage to some vital parts to risk that.

Instead he leaned down to teasingly bite the site of her neck, nudging aside the mess of red curls with his chin.

"I like it when you're like that", he murmured. "A little disheveled and all... It makes things normal."

Perhaps she was in a good position to do damage, but she happened to like his ‘vital parts’ very much and enjoyed making good use of them. It would be a shame to damage them.

She gave a little flinch at the bite, but not in a bad way; it was more like how someone would react from a sudden tickle. She followed this up with a little dig in his side with her knee. He could probably feel her smile against his skin.

The words caught her off guard, though. No, not words, plural. One word: normal. Normal was something she had never been. ‘Normal’ was not acceptable, not enough. She had been exceptional, extraordinary; always calm, cool and collected. She wasn’t normal... but maybe she would like to be. Laying in on Saturday morning, actually snuggling in bed... the whole thing suddenly struck Natasha as funny and she let out a laugh. “The illusion is broken. You will never see me the same again,” she said, raising her head to meet his eyes, just the hint of a crooked smile on her lips.

Though he returned the smile, his voice stayed serious, still a little hoarse but with the most gentle tone possible. A careful dance on this line of too emotional that they both stayed away from most of the time.
After last night Clint was too exhausted still on his mind to keep up all of the usual barriers.

"I've never wanted an illusion, you know. I love you for who you are, Tash'."

He held her face softly in his palm as he spoke, fingertips brushing her cheek, her lips, to let her know, she didn't need to say anything if she didn't want it.

Dancing in the Dark (for farmboyhawk)

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