study_in_scarlet | Dancing in the Dark (for farmboyhawk)

That hadn’t been what she had meant, she had been referring to days on the job, but she certainly couldn’t argue. Yesterday had been amazing for so many reasons; she only wished they had been able to continue it into today with no setbacks, but of course that hadn’t worked out. It wasn’t too late to salvage the rest of the weekend, though.

When they reached Clint’s place Natasha couldn’t help but remember the last time they had crossed the threshold to step inside and she glanced at him, the grin on his face evidence that he was remembering the same thing. The trip upstairs wasn’t so rushed and desperate this time, and Clint even hesitated at the door before letting them in, but everything was exactly how they had left it, nothing was amiss.

“Would make for an interesting meeting if he was told to report back everything he saw,” Natasha replied, one corner of her lips quirked upward. Removing her coat, she quickly checked her phone and found a reply from Fury. “He has agreed to the meeting, but not until ten. He had to exercise some control, of course.”

In all honesty Natasha greatly respected Nick Fury, and very much liked the man and she knew the feeling was mutual. He wasn’t just some faceless commander, he actually cared about his agents and went to bat for them, and she knew he would see the logic to this plan and agree to it. He would stand up for Clint, would agree to it because he would see it was what was best. She was as certain as she could be that he would let them go.

Turning to face Clint she closed the distance between them and wrapped her arms lightly around his neck before kissing him, slowly and deeply; just because she could, because it had been long enough since she’d kissed him proper, because she wanted him to feel her complete confidence that everything would work out.

The sudden change of subject was a very welcome one, after Clint had just been in the mood for another not so friendly comment in Fury's direction. He somehow forgot of that pretty quickly with Natasha back in his arms, doing her best to let him forget the difficulties of the afternoon.

She still tasted of sugar and chocolate and he chuckled against her lips, slipping his tongue playfully between hers to catch more of that enticing note. It reminded him of the careless little bantering in the coffee shop, the minutes of relaxing and normalcy in between the usual loads concerning their work.

He decided, it was much better to hold on to that for the evening, forget the rest until they'd have to face it again in the morning. Natasha deserved better than having to deal with his brooding all evening.

Carefully, to not make a mess of her hair again, he wrapped his hand around her neck to hold her close, rest his forehead against hers with closed eyes to try and let the new weight slip off his shoulders. She was there for him, even when he didn't even know he much he needed her in certain moments. That was all he could ask for right now. His thumb softly caressed over the softness of her lips, her cheek, slightly reddened from the cold, while he searched for words, found none and let it be. Enough talk for the moment.

He managed it to maneuver them to the sofa without letting go off her and pull her down with him, to just enjoy this for a while... Just holding her. Returning with her to a place that could be a home for both of them, whenever she liked it, with all the bullshit staying outside.

Natasha was very skilled in manipulation and seduction, but she never used those skills against Clint. This was different, this wasn’t to get information or anything malicious; this was to get his mind off of everything, to remind him of everything he had, and she knew he knew exactly what she was doing. He could have easily brushed her off but he accepted the comfort and distraction she offered gladly, and even seemed to appreciate her efforts.

She leaned into his touch, opening her eyes to look at him so close. His eyes were closed but he didn’t need them to see her, to trace the planes of her face with the rough pad of his thumb. She knew that, like her, he had it memorized.

She had removed her jacket but she still wore her boots and his scarf when he walked them over to the sofa. Laying down with him she curled up much as she had at one point last evening, her face buried against his chest and the rest of her body pressed close against him. She said nothing, just listened to the sound of his breathing, his heartbeat. She liked this space, this old house that Clint had saved and was remodeling. It didn’t matter where they were, though, because it was in his arms that she was home.

For a long while there was silence, just the occasional quiet sound of the house in the background, wood creaking, pipes gargling, while the warmth settled in both of them, burned away the troubles for the moment.

From time to time Clint's lips wandered over Natasha's forehead, and his hand had somehow magically slipped under her pants when he looked next time. It laid there unmoving, fingertips playing with the thin hem of her panties without any further motive.

It was only the soft touch of her skin that he craved, the flood of sweet associations washing over his mind whenever he could feel her close like that, forcing out the coldness.

When it threatened to get just a little too hot, he softly plucked on the ends of her scarf, pulling it away, grinning when his eyes fell on certain marks underneath. He couldn't resist placing another kiss there, the ends of the fabric still loosely wrapped around his hands and her shoulders, holding her close to him.

"We really need to think of a trick to cover these things for summer. Or you have to knock me out everytime I get too enthusiastic."

Natasha kept one arm loosely around Clint’s waist and only smiled softly at the occasional kisses and touches. She was comfortable like this, comfortable with him, and the fact that they would wile away their time together silently, unmoving, just enjoying the presence and comfort that each other provided spoke volumes. She had never had this before, had never wanted it, but now she didn’t want to live without it.

When Clint slowly removed the scarf and commented on his handiwork, Natasha tilted her head back so she could look at him, her eyebrows raised and a faint smirk on her lips.

“I could use make-up if I really wanted to hide them,” she said. She knew quite well how to hide any unfavourable marks from prying eyes, all part of her old training. “Or you could just start leaving them places nobody else will see...”

The boots were getting rather uncomfortable, but she didn’t want to move to take them off. Fortunately she was more than sufficiently flexible. Bringing one leg up and stretching it straight past Clint’s shoulder, she was able to reach behind his head to undo the zipper and remove the boot, tossing it unceremoniously over the back of the sofa. 

"You know, I could just have helped you with that."

Clint laughed quietly and already reached down to help her out of her second boot. But he sure as hell wasn't complaining, not when he had her leg so comfortably in reach for a few teasing little bites.

"Well, I better start mapping out some other spots then, right? So I can decide on my favorite until it gets too warm for scarfs."

He pulled her a little closer to him and lowered his head for a kiss, gently drawing her lower lip between his teeth as if already starting to search out these places he spoke of.

“I know,” Natasha replied, but said no more. It had been more fun showing off, and it had made him laugh, so all in all a good choice, not that she argued when Clint moved to help her with the other boot. Sliding her leg back down, she let it rest over Clint’s hip and returned her arm to around his waist.

“Hmm, well you do have a few months,” she said. “But I know how you love to be thorough...”

Smiling against Clint’s lips when he kissed her in an exploratory, experimental way, Natasha tightened her leg around him slightly. “I think that one might be a little obvious,” she whispered. 

"Patience. Just getting warmed up."

Clint gave her lip another playful bite and rested his head on his am then again, hand still playing with the scarf idly resting between them. For the moment he just smiled at her, pulling her leg closer around his body, hips pressing into each other.

"And just for the records, I love watching you stretch. It's fucking hot, just in case I never told you. And reminds me, I have to do more workout."

He grimaced a little. Artistic stuff wasn't something he had needed much in the last years mostly spent as a sniper. Which was no excuse for getting lazy.

“I’ve got all day,” Natasha replied, though they both knew that Clint was by far the patient one of the two of them. He had to be with his job, often having to sit for hours watching a particular place or person before he could take the shot. His patience was certainly something to be admired.

Tucking her other arm beneath her head, Natasha mimicked him, letting her head rest on it and smiling at him.

“I will keep that in mind,” she replied, grinning a bit more wickedly at his confession. “I can actually get my leg behind my head, you know.” Not that she was bragging, except she definitely was, though it was just to see his reaction. “And don’t forget, I plan to make sure you get plenty of exercise.”

"Well, in that case don't let me forget to buy some cotton rope once we arrive."

Clint slowly raised an eyebrow and stretched a little on the sofa himself now, putting his leg up behind him on the back rest, just for showing off matters.

"I've heard, shibari does a lot for patience and durability..."

A suggestion of restraining her from anyone else would have been an instant trigger for Natasha, but as with most things Clint was the exception. He would never do anything to hurt her or even make her uncomfortable, and she knew she would be safe in his capable hands, so the idea of giving up control to him was exciting instead of frightening. She only hoped that after last night he could relax enough to enjoy himself instead of worrying about her and treating her like fragile glass the entire time they were experimenting.

“Are you insinuating that I need to work on my patience?” Natasha feigned insult. Sliding her hand down between them she teased the inside of his thigh with her fingertips. Hey, if he was going to put himself on display like that he really had t expect her to take advantage.

Clint's eyebrow went up a little higher in surprise. Definitely in positive surprise.

"Well, seeing how you wanted to make sure for me to get exercise, I more thought, the other way round, but I'll be very happy to try both, you know..."

He hissed quietly at the not completely unexpected touch and put his hand back where it had been, resting unmoving on her butt under her pents, fingertips softly caressing the soft flesh but never going for more for now.

"I would never dare question your patience skills... But you know... There's always room for improvement..."

The surprised expression on Clint’s face made Natasha chuckle. Of course he had been expecting to be the one to be tied up, but Natasha wanted to share in the experience, wanted to feel it from both sides. Clint might not have been expecting the offer but he accepted it readily.

“Maybe I’ll let you teach me a few things, see how patient I can really be,” she said, her fingers stilling on his leg. “And maybe I will even find a limit to your seemingly endless patience.”

Her hand moved again, sliding up to draw patterns along his hip bone.

"Well, I could give you a few hints, but that would definitely be cheating. And an insult to your espionage skills."

Clint's quiet laugh turned into a sigh at her touch, just the right amount between teasing and tenderness. His hand dipped lower under her pants, cupping and massaging her butt cheeks gently while his eyes closed in utter relaxation.

It was truly wonderful, having so much time at hand like it was so seldom possible for them. No need to hurry anything, fearing that the next emergency call would be coming up any minute. He intended to make the best of this time. If it wouldn't be for the call of certain body functions, he'd be happy with not leaving this couch for the next hours at all.

"You were right, definitely takeout later", he murmured lazily.

“Don’t worry, I will get it out of you somehow,” Natasha replied, her teasing smile softening again as Clint settled against her. Closing her eyes as his hand moved lower, gently massaging her soft flesh, she ducked her head to settle against his chest again. Moving her hand higher, she slipped it under the hem of his shirt so she too could feel his skin and resumed the random circling of her fingers against his side.

This was definitely better than fighting their way through the Sunday shoppers. There would be plenty of time to buy anything else they wanted for their trip once they were there.

“I knew you would see it my way,” she chuckled.

Except for the smallest twitch of his right eyelid, Clint didn't show a single sign when Natasha's fingertips found an especially ticklish place. Self control and all. And maybe he liked it a little, too.

"This couch turned into my favorite furniture piece since yesterday", he murmured after a while, sleepiness sounding through his voice. "Lots of great memories."

Two of his fingertips found the way between her legs, teasing the insides of her thigh where the seams of her pants left her skin sensitive.

"I know, a brain doesn't work like this... I know, the other memories will always come back. But I like to think, they have less room if I try to make up a bunch of really good new ones. Instead of fretting about the past all the time."

Had she been watching him Natasha would have likely noticed the twitch, no matter how small. As it was, though, his ticklish spot remained a secret and her hand moved from his side to his back, fingertips tracing the bumps of his vertebrae.

She smiled at both his words and the sleepy tone of voice, turning her head slightly to place a kiss against his chest through his shirt. A quiet “mmm” was his only answer for now as his roaming fingers dipped lower. Definitely some great memories.

“It’s a good theory,” she said, practically snuggling against him. Yes, apparently, the Black Widow could snuggle, but it was knowledge that could probably get someone killed. “I would definitely be game for trying it out. If nothing else we can overload you with so many good ones that the bad ones are so outnumbered they don’t seem as bad.”

She knew time was the real healer, but being happy in the present definitely helped and made people less likely to dwell in the past. She definitely had experience in that matter, and she had honestly never been happier in her life than she was with Clint.

"Knew I could count on you."

Clint carefully turned to his side, so Natasha came to lie on top of him, all curled up and warm and close, just like he loved it most, and wrapped his arms around her waist again. A quiet grumbling of his stomach made him chuckle, and there was no way she wouldn't have felt it, but he chose to ignore it for now. He'd have to get up sooner or later anyway to throw a few things in a bag, that was early enough for responsibilities.

"Wondering if I should take my bow and a few training arrows", he murmured, out of these thoughts. "You know, if we're talking staying in shape... Could give you a few lessons. Been some years since you last shot it."

“Always,” Natasha replied. If either of them could count on one things in their lives, it was each other.

Letting Clint shift and maneuver her body, she settled down on top of him, his own personal human blanket. The thought made her smile, that a position that should be somewhat uncomfortable for him to just lounge in, with all her weight pressing down on him, was one he seemed to enjoy so much. She got it, though; the weight of another person could be either threatening or comforting depending on the situation and she took it as a compliment that he never seemed to feel trapped by her.

Chuckling when she felt his stomach rumble, Natasha lifted her head to look at him. When he didn’t say anything, just kept talking like nothing had happened, she grinned and folded her hands on his chest, resting her chin on them.

“Would hate for you to fall out of practice,” she said with just a hint of teasing. Clint was the best marksman there was, it would take more than a few weeks to even begin to effect his accuracy, she was sure. “You know I never refuse the opportunity to add to my arsenal of skills.”

"Hm-hm... And just think of all the various form of training we can do when nobody watches..."

His hands dipped a little lower again, between her thighs to slowly rub up and down the insides, with just his thumbs occasionally bumping against the warmth of her center when he came too close.

"You know, one of the most important points in archery is your stance. Not being distracted by anything, always keeping the right angles and tension, no matter what's going on around you..."

“Believe me, I am,” she said, grinning wickedly at him. This time away was certainly going to be a learning experience for both of them, and the more they talked about it the more excited Natasha grew. The last relationship she had been in before Clint had been her marriage, and she had been barely more than a child when that had begun. To go away with someone for the sole purpose of rest and relaxation, no work involved, was entirely new, no matter what they got up to.

Turning her head to rest her cheek against his chest again, she closed her eyes and reveled in the soft motions of his hands, letting out a soft sound of contentment occasionally.

The challenge in his words was unmistakeable and a wide grin spread across her lips. So that was his intention? It would certainly add a new interesting level to the usual weapons training, and two could certainly play at that. “And has the World’s Greatest Marksman mastered that art? Is he impossible to distract?”

"You know me. I can't miss."

Clint's hands tightened their grasp, spreading Natasha's legs a little wider around his so their hips pressed together in a still harmless but firm touch.

"Then again... I've never had someone so skilled test me..."

Just a hint of roughness had settled in his voice, the challenge in his glistening eyes unmistakable.

“So it seems...”

Though she might not admit it aloud, under most circumstances Natasha enjoyed when Clint took it upon himself to move her body as he liked. She only rolled her hips just slightly against his in a way that could be seen as her just settling more comfortably against him, completely innocent; otherwise she kept her body completely relaxed and pliant.

“I do believe that sounds like a challenge,” she said, raising her head to meet his eyes again. The confirmation was there in his gaze. “I accept.”

Since his hands were otherwise occupied, she decided to seal the deal with a kiss.

Her answer sounded so utter solemn, that the faint warm trickle in Clint's groin turned to a very interested twitch of muscles. This would be more than just a little teasing... Being challenged by Natasha was something he always enjoyed greatly.

He waited until she seemed fairly distracted, tongues meeting in a soft, harmless dance on the edge of her lower lip, before he turned around quickly, spinning her on her back and grinned down at her with both triumph and amusement.

"We'll see who comes out on top then..."

His hands slowly making their way up from her hips to her sides, he lowered his head to kiss her again, tongue diving deeper in her mouth now, tapping the roof of her mouth playfully.

What probably spoke more of her trust and affection for Clint than anything else was Natasha’s ability to overcome pure instincts when it came to him. Muscle memory alone almost had her kicking him off of her when he suddenly flipped them and pinned her beneath him, but she had gotten used to him over time, and after what was definitely not a squeak she had already settled back, locking that defensive mindset away while she was with him.

“Smooth,” she said, rolling her eyes at the pun but it was in a good natured manner, a half smile on her lips before he covered them with his again. Wrapping her legs around him she locked them in place she she could pull him tight against her again, one hand brushing the short hairs at the back of his head upward, against the grain. He still tasted of sugar, and she ran her tongue along his, savouring the sweetness.

Dancing in the Dark (for farmboyhawk)

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