study_in_scarlet | Dancing in the Dark (for farmboyhawk)

Natasha couldn’t help but chuckle against his lips. Maybe they prevent the sand and sunscreen from getting on the sheets, but she doubted the bed would be clean by the time they were done tonight.

She counted the kiss as a victory even though the game wasn’t done, but in doing so she could give in a little more without losing. The logic worked well enough in her lust hazed mind. Sucking on his tongue, dragging her teeth over his lip, she let out a small yelp when his hands first “accidentally” brushed her nipples. She wanted to help him rub the soap over his body, wanted to run her hands over every smooth expanse of skin, but she flattened them on the wall behind him instead, angling the upper half of her body away but pressing herself a little harder against his leg.

“It is a quality that comes in handy,” she purred, gyrating her hips just slightly before forcing herself to stop and take a step back. “Now why don’t you take a few extra minutes in here and meet me in the bedroom?” It seemed silly to get dressed even in the slightest at this point, but wasn’t that the point of lingerie? It never was worn for long.

"Aye, Ma'm."

Clint saw her off with another quick kiss and got the rest of the washing up done far more efficiently and quickly then. Because he was pretty sure, if he even had wrapped his arms around her hot, lithe body right now, felt her all close to him instead of this torturous little teasing going on, they wouldn't have made it out of this shower anytime soon.

His hair was pretty much a mess, but fortunately he didn't have half as much work with getting clean as Natasha with her untamable curls. Just as requested he took a little longer with toweling off, brushing his teeth and even trimming a bit of hair down in places where less of it was far more convenient. He wasn't a fan of shaving after one or two painful experiences, but if Natasha already wanted a little time alone to prepare... whatever (a certain memory of certain promised special outfits already got his body far more heated up than it should be possible), it wasn't asked too much to look a little more tidy himself.

Feeling much less messy than after hours in the bright sun, he longed to take Natasha in his arms again but held back like the gentleman he was when he was already standing by the door, a towel lazily slung around his hips.

"So... Did I wait long enough?"

It was hard to tear herself away from him, and while she certainly wasn’t opposed to having a bit more fun in the shower she thought they’d had enough water sexploits for now, especially when there was a nice, comfortable bed waiting for them in the other room that they hadn’t put through its paces yet.

Drying herself off thoroughly, there wasn’t much she could do with her hair but wrap it up in a towel to sop up some of the water before disappearing into the bedroom. Finding the set she wanted in one of the bureau drawers, Natasha dressed quickly in purple lace, completing the look with a pair of black six-inch stilettos. Combing out her wet tresses, she took a look at her reflection and frowned. Just like the bikini the lingerie didn’t fit quite as well as it had when she had purchased it, and she covered her slightly swollen belly with her hands. Luckily her top had filled out to the point of almost spilling over, so it was likely that Clint wouldn’t even notice her stomach.

Hearing his voice near the door, she turned toward the sound and struck a pose, one hand behind her head and the other on her hip. “I do hope that the rumours of your affinity for purple are not entirely false,” she said with an enigmatic grin.

outfit and shoes

Clint knew, he was staring like an idiot and should probably close his mouth or at least say something, but he was far too busy eating Natasha alive with the pure power of his gaze. Well... That was definitely not what he had expected.

Not something that exquisite, delicate, beautiful, something she would usually wear at work if it was absolutely necessary, but certainly not for him. It wasn't like it was necessary. He was crazy for her, no matter how she looked.

But the way she looked right now, maddeningly sexy with all her wonderful curves presented perfectly and that sweet, nearly innocent color barely hiding certain favorite body parts of his... That was a picture to behold and he certainly would. Her pale smooth skin gleamed softly against the lingerie in the fading evening light, inviting - demanding - to be touched. He was vaguely aware, that he still had the door knob in his hand as if to keep himself from pulling her near and worship every inch of her skin immediately. But for a moment longer he just wanted to look at her.

Even after clearing his throat, his voice sounded still thick with lust and the unbelieving admiration he felt for this woman, the ongoing confusion that someone like her wanted to be with a guy like him.

"Well, the color suits you definitely better than me. Jesus, Nat..."

He scratched his head with a nervous chuckle, not at all surprised that that towel around his hips didn't fit as well as before anymore. Damn, she had him by the strings and he enjoyed every seconds of it.

"Not sure if I even want you to take this off..."

He was gaping, and it was exactly the reaction Natasha had been hoping for. She had slicked her hair back severely with her comb, so it did not hide a single inch of the skin she displayed, at least not in the front. She had other outfits of course, the more obvious black numbers that were more leather than lace, but this one was special for him, only for him, and nothing like anything she had worn in the past for any reason.

When he finally spoke she could feel herself getting wet again just from his voice, from the proof of just what she did to him... though there was certainly some visual proof as well that his towel did little to cover.

“I take it you like what you see?” she said with a flirty smirk. “And you know, we can always work around it...” Turning slowly to reveal the back, and the fact that the panties left even less to the imagination from behind, she ran one fingertip along the waistband to where the two strings connected at the very back. “Although you know I’ve always been a bit inventive.” If he looked a little closer he would find a tiny snap she had altered in that would allow him to get the panties out of the way without having to remove the garters, if he so chose.

"Like definitely isn't strong enough a word for that."

He had meant to drag it out a little more, wait for her to express her next wishes, but she was turning her back on him, showing off that glorious ass as good as nude, and he was sold. Not to mention that seductive laced backside of her top, just waiting for his teeth to pull on one or the other string.

At least he had enough self control left to near her slowly, still drinking in every beautiful curve, every shade of light playing on her skin, the dangerous dark shade of her hair falling down her back... The pride, the self-assurance in her posture, her words, every of her breaths. God, he wanted her badly.

When they finally touched, it was merely his lips on her bare shoulder, and tender, slow fingertips sliding over the thin material covering her sides, until they reached bare skin. A longing shudder went down his spine. He needed to feel, to breathe her, now. Without taking his mouth off her, he slowly went to his knees, teeth and tongue tickling, softly scraping her skin as he went, tangling with these thin cords of her top just enough to make it slip a little.

Then he was kneeling behind her, his face pressed into her thigh with a deep sigh, breathing in her soft scent. He let her feel the remaining stubble on his cheeks while his hands slowly went up and down her hips, playing with all the strings and straps there. It was perfect, just close enough and promising so much more. He decided that he could easily get drunk on this, watching her in this kind of clothing while he placed small kisses on her legs and the curve of her butt, ever so slowly nearing that thin strap in the middle.

"Open up for me, beautiful?"

He all but stalked toward her, his movements slow and deliberate, and when he finally touched her a shiver ran through her. She wanted to lean back against him, to feel his solid chest against her back, but soon his lips were trailing down her body as he knelt behind her and she thought that this was just as good. The heels certainly changed her stature considerably but he adjusted easily and she had to bite her lips to keep from making a sound at the slight scratch of his stubble against her skin.

He worshipped her. Many men said that to women, claimed to worship them, but Clint proved it with soft kisses and light touches, taking his time to truly appreciate her.

She didn’t hesitate in fulfilling his request, stepping her feet apart expertly as if she had been born in heels. “Enough?” she asked, her voice deep and throaty. Placing her hands on her thighs, she bent over slightly. “Or more like this?”

"Perfect."

Clint sighed the small word softly against her inner thigh and deliberately brushed his cheek there again, longing to feel her shudder against him. His hands joined hers on her thighs, softly caressing them and holding her steady at the same time. Slowly enough, he started licking a trail over the thin material of her panties, savoring the taste of her growing arousal. Just for a moment his tongue dipped between the softness of her folds, rubbing the fabric all over her most sensitive parts.

Then he kissed his way back to her thigh just as slowly, to that little clip he had spotted there before. It was pretty tricky opening that one with his teeth and tongue only, but he took his sweet time, breath and kisses and small bites ghosting over Natasha's skin while he was busy until it finally snapped open. Pulling the moist and sweet smelling fabric off her skin enough to bare his destination, was easy enough now.

And now his impatience got the better off him after all. She was just too hot and delicious looking to not plunge his tongue deep inside her right away, get a first taste of his favorite drug, and he certainly wasn't disappointed. The towel had gotten lost somewhere on the way, and he could already feel his cock rest heavy against his thigh, the heat pulsating in his veins clouding his mind more by the seconds. Instinctively he held Natasha's hands more firmly, stopping himself from going there just barely. This would end really quickly, if he started jacking off to this intoxicating sight right before his eyes...

When she felt the hot pressure of Clint’s tongue through the thin material of her thong, Natasha didn’t even try to hold back a moan this time. Far too soon he stopped, but she could feel him working the small snap she had sewn in, trying to unclasp it with his mouth. She considered helping him, but even if he didn’t have her hands beneath his on her thighs it was a challenge she knew he would rise to soon enough.

She heard the little snap as it gave way, felt him peel the wet material off of her skin and she shivered slightly as she felt his breath on her. It was about all she had time to do before she was crying out as his tongue entered her with not a second of preamble. She was glad for his strong hands on his, his arms holding her steady, or she would have pitched forward and lost her balance. “Maybe we should... move this to the bed,” she gasped.

Clint pulled back from her only very reluctantly, using the chance for a short, teasing flicker of his tongue against her clit before he pressed his cheek against her thigh again, a longing sigh on his lips.

"Hmm, I don't know... Enjoying the view pretty much from here... Good thing I'm a creative guy."

Chuckling under his breath, he scooted away from her, over to the bed, but kept on half kneeling on the floor, a wicked, inviting grin on his face as he patted the mattress.

"Why don't you get comfortable here while I enjoy that view for a while longer? Or, of course, if you have other wishes..."

He gave her a perfectly innocent look from under his lashes.

Natasha could feel his reluctance, and in all honesty she shared it, but she didn’t think her legs would hold her tonight. She wanted to lay down, relax, and let Clint work his magic.

She took a minute to steady herself once his supportive hands were removed, but she managed to walk fairly normally toward him as he settled on the floor. Stopping just before him, she lifted one foot and placed it on his chest, the point of her heel digging into his flesh slightly as she pushed him back against the bed. “It’s very hard to pull off innocent from that position,” she said, her eyes traveling down his body.

Giving him one last little push she moved her knee to the bed right behind his head and crawled on the mattress until she could lower her upper body to the pillow, her ass still perfectly on display in the air. It was a familiar position, one she had been in many times before, though the memory of the most recent one, back on Clint’s sofa in his apartment only a few days ago, made her close her eyes a moment as she played it over in her mind. “Still enjoying the view?” she asked after a moment, her voice husky, “or would you prefer another angle?”

Natasha was making use of her definitely dominant position right now, just as Clint had hoped, and it was even hotter than he had imagined it. His eyes were glued to her hungrily when she neared him, a hint of a proud smile curling on his lips at her slightly unsteady stance. He had his lower lip drawn firmly between his teeth to taste the reminder of where his mouth had just been, and to keep aroused noises at this point already under control.

A lost cause the second she touched him, handling his body easily like that. A growl rumbled deep in his chest when he gave in to her, leaning back to let his eyes roam up and down her legs, to the bared, heated triangle in between and back up where her top hardly covered her chest. It was all he could do not to pull her down onto him immediately. Instead his fingertips gently caressed her ankle, the strong line of her lower leg until he reached the back of her knee, careful not to tickle this time.

"Yeah, but look how well you make me behave", he answered with a throaty laugh, blinking up at her from dazed, hungry eyes. Fuck, he wanted her. He didn't think he could have waited long - at least not without the help of certain restraints - so he was very glad when Natasha followed his advise and got comfortable on the mattress. Sweet Jesus, she was gorgeous.

"Just perfect, beautiful."

And in perfect reach from this position too, which he made use of immediately. Straightening up in his half sitting, half leaning position, he let his hands wander further up her legs until he could grab two handful of perfect ass and get his tongue the hell back between her legs. He could swear she was even more aroused than before, slick and sweet and perfect against his kissing and sucking lips, opening up so easily for him when he pushed back inside her, longing to taste her. His next helpless, pleasured moan sounded against her body, and he shivered, hard, trying to get his hips under control where they tried to thrust into empty air.

That deep growl, the animal lust in his eyes, gave Natasha a thrill and made her push her foot harder against him. While she was rough, though, he was nothing but gentle as he trailed his fingertips up her leg in the softest caress, his touch directly contrasting the need she could see in his eyes. It was clearly taking every ounce of strength he had not to just grab her and ravish her. "You better behave. I would hate to have to punish you." Yeah, right. She would hate it just about as much as he would.

Once she had settled down on the bed, gratefully sinking into the mattress, she settled her head on one of the pillows and peered down past her legs to where Clint sat openly admiring the new view she presented. As if to prove her early assumption, he wasted no time in grabbing her ass and burying his face in her sweet centre once more, his tongue sliding easily inside her. Letting out a long, low moan, Natasha closed her eyes and just gave herself over to the sensation, one foot lifting to drag the pointed heel along his arm.

Clint didn't comment on her threat, but the way his pupils dilated even more with lust and his breath hitched in his throat, let her know, that was a challenge he was more than willing to accept.

For the moment he was perfectly happy with not putting up a fight. Natasha was audibly enjoying herself and that was the point of this. It was such a fucking turn on, feeling her get even wetter and hotter on his probing tongue, have her sweetness fill his mouth, until all he could breathe, taste, feel, was her. And the pleasure she was taking from being with him.

He fucked her lazily with his tongue for a little while, just let her enjoy it, and himself to feel her tremble under his mouth, his hands, until her sweet juices coated not only his lips and cheeks but all the way down his chin. More and more he had leaned back on the mattress, to have better access, and started licking all this glistening deliciousness from her sensitive pink lips now, covering every little spot with the tip of his tongue and his softly sucking lips.

Without a warning, he stopped this new game when his own body protested against too much teasing, the throbbing, demanding heat in his lower body becoming more persistent by the second, more growls and hardly suppressed groans from his lips being the proof. Instead he licked firmly at her clit, short, perfectly aimed strokes rolling and pushing against the sensitive bud with the only goal to drive Natasha out of her mind.

Natasha sank further into the mattress as Clint continued his work. He took his time, his movements not hurried nor hard as he explored her thoroughly with his tongue, lapping at her juices and making her wetter by the second.

“Feels so good...” she murmured, occasionally pushing back a little against him, her legs starting to tremble. He was the only man who had ever made her weak in the knees and she was very glad that she stopped him earlier long enough to lay down.

When he stopped abruptly she let out an unconscious whine of disappointment, the sound nearly drowned out by all the noises he was making. Fortunately he didn’t leave her wanting for long, only this time when his tongue pressed against her it was with a definite purpose and she couldn’t help but gasp. She knew he was getting too excited and meant to push her more quickly over the edge, and while it was tempting to tell him to just take her right now she knew how much he enjoyed making her come with just his mouth. Instead she panted and pushed back against him, her hands fisting the sheets beneath her. He could stretch this out as long as he wanted, but when he was ready to finish her off he knew exactly what to do to make that happen as swiftly as possible.

Clint didn't answer her whisper because he really didn't want to take his mouth off her right now. But he let his hands travel over the back of her thighs softly, her calves, to that heel pressing provocatively into his skin, causing the most delicious little burn. Then he moved back up just as slow, worshipping every inch of nylon clad beauty, the playfulness of these thin straps holding it all in place and back to her ass, to pull her down onto him a little closer. He had her, he was enjoying himself just as much as she was, with the hottest and most wonderful woman in the world giving him her body like that, and he wanted her to let herself fall. The need for words to express things like that was long non-existent between the two of them.

And giving in to him she did, moving back immediately when he sat out to tease a first climax out of her trembling body. He smiled against her even while he was busy working her most sensitive spot with his swirling tongue. Immediately he pressed his face closer into her velvet slick heat, rough hair against tender skin, and completely emerged himself with all his senses in the only job of making her feel good.

This was still warm up and he wanted to be gentle with her instead of driving her head-first into mind-blowing heights like in the afternoon, in the water, so he kept his hands away from her for the moment. It would only make this neglected, demanding hardness between his legs worse anyway, to feel her spasm around him now.

Instead he let her feel all these nice little tricks he could do with his tongue and lips, licking and sucking his way through her silky folds, lips gently spreading her open enough for his tongue to hit that sweet bundle of nerves directly, again and again, his hands on her ass keeping her in place firmly.

Fortunately he knew the signs and reactions of her body by heart after all this time and could tell exactly, when she needed just that last push. And he didn't hesitate giving it to her when it came, changing back to tight flat laps over her clit while he happily hummed against her body, fingers digging down into her flesh just a little harder.

Natasha knew what he wanted; he wanted to make her fall apart all around him, to hear it and feel it. She also knew that this wasn’t just a means to and end for him, a duty he felt he had to do in the sense of fairness or to get more out of her later. Clint genuinely enjoyed every second of this, and when he put his own needs on hold for hers he did it completely willingly. That knowledge made it easier to give him everything she had and everything she was.

He was positively amazing, and as he continued to work his tongue and lips over her and idea of speech pretty much devolved into moaning and keening with a sigh of pleasure mixed in here and there. He knew exactly how to work her body, and his hands gripping her ass tightly only added to the pleasure, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. This time he didn’t even use his fingers on her, didn’t even drive her wild with husky words and promises, but it was still enough. With just his tongue and that tight grip holding her against him, Natasha called out his name loudly when she came, knowing that he loved it when she was vocal and not wanting to hold anything back.

It was soft and easy this time but nothing less good, if that aroused shout of hers was any indication, and just as softly Clint helped her through the exploding sensations, steadily pressing against that one miraculous spot until her trembling died down. His lips stayed on her sensitive flesh, placing long, open mouthed kisses everywhere and sucking off another sweet trail of wetness here and there for his own very pleasure.

But finally he relaxed down against the mattress with a very satisfied sigh. The view in this position was as perfect as it got to keep on caressing her beautiful legs and savoring her taste still heavy in his mouth, while he tried to teach his own body patience. The way she looked right now and the way she had felt against his mouth, against his hands in these sinful clothes, was the perfect new memory to find his own pleasure to for many nights to come. And it would be enough today too if she felt too tired for anything more. But somehow he had a feeling, they weren't done just yet...

He smiled lazily and rubbed his still damp cheek against the inside of her thigh, just to lick the remains of her lust off immediately and give her skin a playful little bite.

"You're just too hot, gorgeous... Already making me misbehave again."

Chuckling, he shifted his position on the floor just a little to the side, to not have that carpet pattern tattooed all over the backside of his legs. He groaned just a little into her skin when his neglected erection pressed heavily against his thigh and let go off Natasha with one hand to slowly stroke himself, rough short breath hitting her leg as he fought temptation to let this end much too soon.

Natasha slowly came down off of her high, a very satisfied smile on her lips. Clint’s hands were still on her, caressing her gently, and she could feel the slight stubble on his cheeks scratching lightly over her skin.

“Mmm, I think I like it when you misbehave,” she purred in a lazy tone. She felt boneless, completely relaxed, like nothing bad in the world could touch her.

Chuckling a little to herself when she heard the signs of Clint’s own arousal, felt his breathing grow heavier against her leg, she opened her eyes to look down at him a moment before slowly pushing up to her hands and crawling further onto the bed. Flopping over onto her back she stretched out languidly before beckoning him with the crook of one finger. “Remember what I said in the water?”

They had done many positions in even just the past few days, but it had been quite a while since he had been on top that she could look up at him, could feel his weight against her chest pressing her down into the mattress.

Clint leaned his head back further to blink at her lazily upside down. For a moment it looked like he would crack a suggestive remark about all the kind of wonderful dirty things she had told him in the water. But seeing her all sprawled out like that for him stopped him in his tracks, and his grin softened immediately. He would have been more than happy to play the humble servant for a while longer, but his treacherous body demanded attention and he certainly wouldn't say no to an offer like that.

"Nearly perfect..."

As elegantly as possible with slightly shaky knees he joined her on the bed and slowly crawled his way up to her, the expression on his face not unlike the famous Cheshire cat.

"Just need to fix this first..."

Once he was close enough, he lowered his head to her belly and left a quick kiss there through her top before he caught the lacy fabric between his teeth and slowly pulled it down, enough to reveal her breasts.

"Better..."

Scooting up a little higher, he took the time to press his face against her chest with a heavy, aroused sigh, his tongue darting forward to flicker over one of her nipples. One hand sneaked between their barely touching bodies, playing with the strings on her thigh shortly before cupping her vulva gently.

"That what you had in mind, beautiful?", he murmured, between a little bite and changing to the other nipple for the same treatment, deliberately slowing things down in spite of the protesting throb in his groin.

Two of his fingers rubbed slowly through her wetness and finally inside her, taking her just as slowly and lightly as his tongue before. His eyes were glistening with lust and a hint of mischief, signaling her he wanted to hear it from her.

The way he looked at her upside down like that was pretty adorable, though the innocence of it was thrown off by how his chin still glistened from her juices. She watched him crawl toward her, a wicked expression on her face to match his cheshire grin. There were few sexier sights than a naked Clint Barton crawling up her body, looking mischievous and radiating pure desire.

Her stomach contracted slightly under his lips, and she lifted her head to watch him. Her top really did little to contain her full breasts, and it didn’t take much coaxing down to help them spill free. Closing her eyes and letting her head fall back to the pillow when he start working her body again, Natasha let out a content sigh and arched her back to press herself closer to him. Threading her fingers through his hair, she forced her eyes open to look at him, catching the look in his eyes and reading exactly what he wanted. Too bad she was in a playful mood.

“Not quite, but I suppose it will do,” she said, deliberately clenching around his fingers in an unspoken promise.

"I'll have to keep on guessing then."

Clint pretended to pout, an expression he couldn't keep up for even a second, not when he was much too eager to get his lips back on her nipples. Beating Natasha in this little game was tempting enough to live with that growing pressure in his lower body for a while longer...

His tongue circled her nipple slowly, coaxing the tender skin into hardness before he started sucking on it, gently, because he still remembered how sensitive she had been in the last days. Leaning on his elbow, he brought his free hand to her other breast and squeezed it with a little more pressure while he moaned and sighed against her body, letting her know, he was definitely enjoying himself.

The feeling of her muscles working him was impossible to ignore, though, and soon he found himself pressing his hardness against her leg, small leaks of precum coating her skin. Not very satisfying, just as little as his fingers pumping in and out of her lazily, and it was just a matter of time before any of them would give in.

"Better?"

She wanted to draw that pouty lower lip between her teeth and bite it, but as his mouth was soon busy again she had to settle for pressing her teeth against her own lip. Her eyes fluttered closed when he went from teasing her nipples to working them in earnest, and her moans joined his in the otherwise silent room.

She felt the pressure against her leg, the first bit of stickiness coating her skin, and shifted her leg to rub against him, her hips bucking involuntarily against his hand.

“A little,” she replied, the scratchy quality of her voice betraying the words. “But not quite. Try again.”

"I'm running out of ideas here, red. Sure you don't want to use your words?"

There was a dark, provocative timbre in Clint's voice, just enough to let her know he wasn't ready to give up yet, lightened by the smile on his lips. Just for a moment he looked up at her like that with one eyebrow raised before he brought his mouth to her other nipple. Teeth gently grazing, tongue flickering the hardened bud back and forth he aimed to have her writhe underneath him, while he massaged her soft flesh between strong fingers.

His other hand was touching her nowhere that purposeful, fingers still sliding only lightly over her wetness or occasionally dipping inside, without a real rhythm. Just as idly he started brushing her clit with his thumb, completely ignoring the rhythm of her hips pressing against him. On the other hand he made perfect use of the leverage she offered him with her leg tensing and rubbed against her unashamed, moaning and trembling with growing temptation.

"Could get used to this..."

That note in his voice made her shiver with desire and he got exactly what he wanted, her body writhing as he used tongue and teeth so perfectly together on her already sensitive nipples. He was practically humping her leg, and while she knew she could keep drawing this out, keep teasing him until he just took her, he had bee a very good boy for her already, and surely he deserved a reward. Maybe they both did.

“I thought you were more creative than that,” she teased nonetheless, even as she moved one hand to encircle the hard member pressed against her leg. “I want your big, thick cock inside me,” she said in that low, rough tone of hers as she gently stroked him. “I want to wrap my legs around you while you fuck me hard and deep.” Her breath grew a little heavier and she brushed her thumb over the very tip of his cock, wet and sticky. “I want to feel you come inside of me while I clench tightly around you, milking every last drop.” Stroking back down his length she gave him a squeeze right at the base. “I’m going to dig my nails into that beautiful ass of yours until I leave marks, and don’t you dare stop what you’re doing with my tits.”

He wanted to hear her say it, and say it she did.

Dancing in the Dark (for farmboyhawk)

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