study_in_scarlet | Dancing in the Dark (for farmboyhawk)

"Knew there was a way to bribe you."

Clint made a half hearted attempt to wriggle his way out of her, still not quite ready to move yet. Some carbs were probably a good idea, though. And since Natasha and him both had a sweet tooth occasionally, a few minutes in the kitchen were no big deal.

"Wanna try get a little more sleep?"

With his arms softly around her, he turned to his side to rest her back against the mattress, not without stealing another quick kiss.

Natasha laughed and pressed her hands to Clint’s chest when he wriggled, clearly not trying very hard to get away.

“I’m okay,” she said, and it was true: she could go the rest of the day without another wink if she wanted to. Not that the thought wasn’t appealing since she had stayed awake half the night trying to ward off Clint’s nightmares, but she certainly didn’t want him to feel guilty for that. She had done it because she had wanted to.

He handled her gently as he rolled them over, but she had another idea. Wrapping her leg around his hip and her arm around his back, Natasha rolled onto her back, pulling Clint with to lay on top of her. Giving him one more fierce kiss, she let her legs fall back to the bed and grinned up at him, her eyes sparkling in the dim morning light. “Now get in the kitchen,” she said, giving his ass a sharp slap before flopping back to lay bonelessly on the mattress beneath him.

It was always nice when Natasha caught him off guard. It was a sign for how much he lowered his awareness and defense instincts when they were alone and it never failed to make Clint laugh. That she still was wearing considerably little clothes was a nice bonus.

Before the thought could really get into his head, he quickly shoved himself off her, tempted to give her ass a nice little pinch in return for her attack. But he didn't feel in a real sparring mood today, no matter the small level.

Instead he made sure to keep his voice a little on the rough, smug side to tease her back, maybe give her a few warm thoughts to get lost in while he was away.

"Yes, ma'am."

He made sure to bend down deliberately slow when he put on his pants and left the room with an innocent little whistle on his lips.

Smiling at his laughter, it was only with great reluctance that she didn’t try to keep him with her a moment longer. One more moment was never enough. The timbre of his voice sent a shiver through her, and lifting her head to watch him, it certainly didn’t escape her notice that he was putting on a show for her while he got dressed. Only once he was out of view did she flop back onto the mattress, a smile on her lips as she let her breath out in a loud puff.

Pulling the blanket up over her chest, Natasha rolled over and snuggled into the bed, her hand snaking over to the warm spot on the other side that they had just vacated. She was having a hard time truly identifying what she was feeling right now. Her muscles were a little sore, but not in an unpleasant way; her stomach felt strange (could that be the ‘butterflies’ thing that silly children spoke about). One thing she could identify: she was happy.

She had been joking before when she had shooed Clint off to the kitchen, and had every intention to join him and help where she could. The last thing she had actually meant to do was sleep, but curled up in his warm bed, the scent of him surrounding her, she closed her eyes for only a moment but it was enough and she drifted off to sleep.

The living room was considerably warmer than yesterday after the generator had gone back to work, so Clint didn't bother with his shirt but headed for the kitchen right away, ignoring the mess that was the sofa and everything else for the moment. Right now he just wanted to spend a few more minutes of leisure time with Natasha under the covers before they thought about how to spend the day.

He made sure to add an extra share of chocolate in her pancakes once they were done and balanced their plates back to the bedroom on a big tray that they could share.

He couldn't help but laugh quietly when he opened the door and saw her curled up peacefully in the tangled covers. Strangely enough, not even the sound of the coffee machine seemed to have done the trick. If Natasha actually needed more time getting awake than him, he obviously had worn her out since yesterday.
That other thought, the shadow of guilt about keeping her awake with not so pleasurable things, he shoved aside for the moment. The next crisis would probably come up soon enough.

"Room service, Ma'am."

Her sleep was deep and blissfully dreamless, something that almost never happened. There was normally a part of her that was still on the alert, that would wake to any unusual sound, but there was something that had changed with all their honesty and confessions, something that left her feeling completely safe and able to sleep deeper than she had in a very long time.

She didn’t wake until she heard the door open, and Clint’s laughter caused a slow smile to spread across her lips. Only when he spoke, though, did she finally stretch and open her eyes.

“Mmm, breakfast in bed?” she murmured, holding her arms high above her head a moment before rolling over onto her back and pushing herself up to sit, ignoring the covers as they fell away. “I might just have to keep you.”

"Really? That's all it takes? Then you better come up with a list what you want to have for breakfast from now on."

Clint made it a show to place the small table carefully over her legs, going down on his knees in the process, with a playful twitch of his eyebrow as he looked up at her, grinning. If she wanted to play... Two could do that.

"Coffee, ma'am?"

Her expression while she watched him was one of pure happiness and affection. After last night it was so nice to see him so playful and seemingly carefree that she didn’t even try to put on a mask.

“Do you do only breakfasts?” she queried with a raised brow. Propping her pillow up behind her, Natasha scooted back a bit so she could lean against the headboard. She supposed she should probably put on a shirt, but all that was in the immediate vicinity was Clint’s sweater from last night, and with the heater running again it was far too warm for that.

“If you please, good sir,” she said, putting on airs, but it didn’t last long. “I did actually mean to help,” she admitted.

"It's no trouble, Nat. I'm glad you got a little more rest."

He leaned over for a short kiss onto her forehead and quickly went back to the kitchen for cups and the coffee that had just finished running through.

"And no..."

He sat down on the other side of the table, careful to not move the mattress too much and knock something over. Pouring them both a first cup to get at least half awake, he watched her with a half amused, half eager look in his eyes. Playing domestic at least for a little while actually sounded like fun, and that didn't even include one or the other naughty little game yet.

"I'm also perfectly trained in making diner, doing repairs and bringing down the trash. Might just want to try it out. You can always give it back if it doesn't suffice."

Of course he didn’t mind; Clint would probably wait on her hand and foot if she ever asked, not that Natasha ever would. Still, his need to please her and make her happy was sometimes staggering.

“It was probably easier without me in the way anyhow,” she said, smiling as he kissed her and scurried back out again. The way this weekend was going they probably would have only gotten distracted and burned the first batch.

Leaning over the tray of food, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes, inhaling the delectable smell of the pancakes. He really was spoiling her, and she couldn’t find it in herself this morning to complain.

“Quite the handyman,” she said when he returned. Accepting a cup of coffee, she took a sip before setting it down and taking up a fork instead. Cutting off a small bite she slid it slowly off the fork and chewed thoughtfully a moment. It was tempting to play it off as not liking it, but she just didn’t have the heart to even tease him about that, not even for a moment. Instead she made a small sound of enjoyment and smiled at him. “I will definitely have to keep you.”

Clint took her little attempt of rebellion not serious for even a moment. He fucked many things up, alright, but breakfast he could do just fine. He inhaled his own helping in record time, feeling a little more orientated and full of energy with every sip of his coffee. Though he did try very much not to stare, having a naked Natasha right in front of him tended to be distracting, so he willfully forced his eyes to the window after a while.

After the storm yesterday things were looking a lot brighter with growing daylight, maybe even like there would be a bit of sunshine for a change. While he wouldn't have minded staying in bed all day, he wanted to leave her that choice.

"Should we do some shopping for our little trip later? Or do we just enter the plane and stop for everything we need on the way?"

Natasha watched with an amused expression as Clint practically inhaled his breakfast, and while she didn’t tuck into hers quite so ravenously, she didn’t dawdle either. She didn’t have to keep up pretenses with Clint, there was no need to pretend to be ladylike and take small bites, which would just be silly anyhow considering her state of dress for breakfast, a fact she noted that Clint was trying very hard no to focus on.

“It might be better to get everything before we go,” she said, finishing off her last bite with a satisfied sigh. Setting the tray aside she drew her knee up to her chest and wrapped one arm around them while still cradling the remains of her coffee in the other. “It will pass the time, and then we won’t have to worry about it when we get there.”

"We probably should make a list or something."
Clint laid back on the mattress after putting the tray down to the floor and folded his arms under his head, trying to put together what they would actually need in a sufficiently furnished but not exactly stocked house. The situation didn't fail to amuse.
"Not so good with that kind of stuff, in spite of flying around the world and shit. I've never exactly gone on a holiday. Always came all with the missions. It's been either having nothing or having most shit provided, ever since I was a kid. Hence why I always miss half of the stuff I need, when I'm around here longer. I'll be the perfect tourist."

Finishing her coffee, Natasha set aside the mug and lay back down. Turning on her side to face Clint, she pulled the covers up over her chest and propped her head on her hand.

“Anything we forget we can always get there,” she said, a soft smile on her lips. Clint seemed genuinely excited about this trip, and she found herself looking more and more forward to it by the moment. It really did seem to be just what they needed right now. “But I can worry about figuring out what we need if you want to think about what we might want that won’t be as easily accessible there.”

"Um... Yeah, totally. I mean, I'll think about it."

Clint really tried but somehow his eyes were lingering on that certain spot that Natasha had just covered up and he pouted a little.

"Now I can come up with the PG rated stuff at least. Have to say, I just got used to it a little..."

The way Clint stumbled over his words was rather endearing, and Natasha couldn’t help but smile when she caught him pouting. In many ways he was still a child, but perhaps the same could be said for her when she was with him. She definitely felt freer, that was for certain.

“You got used to us being PG rated?” she asked, not quite certain what he meant. This weekend, at least, had already been everything but. “We can always go back to that, you know.” There was a teasing edge to her voice, though she was curious as to what he was getting at.

"Nope, I mean, I just got used to that perfect view you took so cruelly from me."

He caught her smiling and tried it with another sulking grimace.

"I guess I'll have to think of all kind of boring stuff to pack now, instead of the hot toys I was planning to get for our little trip..."

When Clint clarified what he had meant, Natasha just barely kept herself from laughing. Lifting the sheet a little she peered down it at herself before her eyes turned back to Clint and she held the covers back in place again. His expression was priceless.

“Hot toys, hmm?” she said, raising one eyebrow and toying with the edge of the sheet. “I suppose we could probably work out some kind of deal...” It was entirely possible Clint could be joking, but after last night Natasha wasn’t so sure. If he did have some... creative ideas, then she was definitely interested in hearing them.

"So we are going into aggressive negotiations now?"

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Clint plucked the sheet downwards, using only his teeth, just a little bit, to reveal the beautiful curves of her breasts.

"Well, since it's the end of autumn, it will be a little cooler than in Summer, where we're going. You'll need a few scarfs and shawls for the mornings and evenings. Would be a shame not to put them to good use at night..."

Natasha chuckled at Clint’s playful behaviour, and even less than half-heartedly swatted at him. “Seems that way.”

The sheet was certainly no challenge, he had removed clothing with just his teeth and with just as little trouble. She was pretty sure that every part of his body was talented and he knew just how to use them.

“Is that so...” she responded to his explanation. Restraints of any sort were something she had used before, but not something she had ever allowed to be used on her. She had never trusted anyone enough before, never wanted to give anyone such power over her. This trip would be about healing, about moving forward, but there would be much more to it. By the time they returned their bond would be unbreakable, and god help anyone who tried. "What else?"

Clint put up another pout when he was stopped from his game with the mattress and folded his arms over her legs instead, his chin resting on top as he watched her with a slow, smug grin.

After last night... he didn't have restrictions about certain subjects anymore, not with Natasha. They had learned pretty well how to talk about as good as everything by now, and he trusted her in telling him no to whatever wouldn't be in her liking.

"Well, I was thinking... If I am going to spoil you for a day here and there, I want to make our nights really good for you. Might want to think of some arrangements to keep me ready for you the whole time... Because you know, I really can't promise anything if you're as fucking hot as last night."

Clint surprisingly gave up quite easily, though from his grin Natasha was sure he wasn’t done with her. Even if she spurned his advances, he could always get her with his words.

Last night, before she had made an offer he couldn’t refuse, he had been ready and willing to ignore his own needs to give her continuous pleasure, barely even pausing to let her breath in between, no matter how uncomfortable he had been. Apparently that was not a one time thing, and she actually felt goosebumps over her skin as she thought about all the possibilities.

“Well I can’t really help it,” she teased. “You know one of these days I’m going to have to return the favour...”

"No objections. Whenever you're ready, red."

Only the way, Clint's hand reached out softly for her leg above the covers, caressing her thigh, her knee, let her know he meant it in more than one way.

Though he still felt more lazy than up to anything necessary, he pushed himself up on his arms to lean in for a slow, tentative kiss. The lingering taste of chocolate made him chuckle and explore her mouth a bit more thorough than planned until they were both breathing faster.

Whenever she was ready, that was how they worked. Their whole relationships depended on her timeline and comfort level; Clint never pushed, never asked too much, never asked anything, really. It was unbalanced in some ways, but Natasha thought that they had finally reached a point that it was evening out. He deserved it, deserved so much more, so much better than she had given him in the past, and it was about time she made up for that.

Melting into the kiss she forgot their earlier game and let go of the sheet to cup the back of his neck instead. He tasted of chocolate and coffee and she felt the chuckle reverberate through her.

Breathing heavily when they finally broke apart, she grinned widely. “If we keep this up we won’t get anything done all day.”

"Good thing you're reasonable enough for both of us."

With a heavy sigh, as if he was taking off to an especially difficult mission, Clint finally stood up and made his way to the bathroom, again with that little swaying of his hips to tease Natasha further.

"So, are we being good tourists again and take the subway?"

He grinned through the half open bath room door while he got out of his pants again and turned the shower on, waiting for the right temperature. He had had enough of freezing for one day.

Dancing in the Dark (for farmboyhawk)

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