study_in_scarlet | Dancing in the Dark (for farmboyhawk)

When she spoke, Clint smiled up at her warmly without taking his mouth off her. He wasn't gonna give her a break right now, not when she was so beautifully turned on and writhing underneath him. But he wanted her to know how much he appreciated it that she gave herself over to him like that. There were times when it was just as hard for her as for him. It made him happy everytime she proved how much she trusted him. And he certainly wouldn't do a half-assed job with pleasing her.

Her skin tasted like heaven even without the chocolate, tender and a little salty, nothing he would ever get tired of. He could feel every shiver of her body, every fibre of her skin reacting to his gentle licking and sucking, the playful kneading and twisting of his fingertips on the other side. The fast beating of her heart where he nuzzled his face against her body, growing wetness between her legs that just encouraged his own growing arousal... It didn't take long at all to wind her up just as much as before.

Part of him wanted to touch her there, wanted to taste her sweet juices, but right now he enjoyed it far too much, feeling her nipples get rock hard between his lips. Just the perfect moment to let Natasha feel his teeth, not too roughly since he knew how sensitive she was these days, just enough to leave her skin red and sensitive too even the smallest touch... And maybe get a few of these sweet keening noises out of her he loved so much. At this rate it wouldn't take long before she might ask him for more, and of course he would give her whatever she wanted... But it was one of these nights when he liked to hear it from her.

Even amidst all their desire and passion understanding passed between them. He understood what she gave to him, how difficult it was to do so, and she could clearly see how much it meant to him. It was nothing more than a few whispered words, a smile and a look, but it conveyed more than entire conversations could, and certainly did nothing to dampen the mood. It probably only heightened it.

Closing her eyes her breathing grew heavy and she continued to writhe beneath him, rubbing herself against him wherever she could. Letting out a little whimper when he used his teeth she flexed her fingers, wanting to run them through his hair, to grip the back of his head and hold him to her.

“Clint...” his name escaped her lips, sounding raw and needy. Rocking her hips up against him she tried to push herself impossibly closer, wanting to feel every inch of his skin against hers.

Her voice, so full of of pure lust, whipped shivers all the way down his back and right into the core of his own lust. Soon he was writhing just as greedily against her hot, wet center, rubbing against her most sensitive point in time with his soft nibbling and sucking.

He didn't stop, not as long as she didn't tell him what she needed most right now, but he let go off her arms to take one of her hands in his, and give her the freedom to handle him however she wanted it. Quiet moans broke through his heavy breathing, sounding against her skin. The air was heavy with the scent they both created and his skin burned, demanding for touch. The growing silky feeling of her lust against his raging erection didn't exactly help, but he didn't let his own need get the better of him, not yet. They had gone from fooling around to incredibly sexy and turned on within seconds, and he wanted to enjoy it a little longer.

As much as she’d enjoyed the game and had been willing to continue, Natasha was glad when Clint released her wrists, giving her freedom of movement back. Threading the fingers of one hand through his, her other moved immediately to his hair, her fingernails scratching just lightly along his scalp as he continued his ministrations.

Every move he made made her hotter, wetter, and she ground her hips harder against his, rubbing her slit along his hardened length and making a sharp, keening sound.

“I want you,” she murmured, sliding her hand down his neck and across his shoulder blades, wanting to touch him everywhere. Sometimes sex could be fun and playful, but tonight it seemed that was just an interlude between the deep need and wild yearning. Already she wanted him again, wanted to feel him inside of her though much slower this time, not like the hard and frenzied encounter on the back of the sofa. She wanted to take him in, to hold him there, to feel everything.

Clint moved against her hand with a quiet growl when she used her nails on him, like she didn't know what that did to him every single time. Just for the uncontrolled way she pulled his hair and writhed against him he could have done this for hours. But Natasha was pretty clear about what she wanted right now, and he certainly wasn't averse to the idea. Not when she was rutting against him so perfectly hot and wet, just waiting to be taken.

Letting go off her slightly reddened and sensitive breast, he brought his arm under her body and rolled on his back quickly before pulling her in for a passionate kiss. His tongue sneaked into her mouth, teasing every corner of soft flesh he could reach. His hands wandered down her body to take hold of her butt and press her against him, his throbbing erection caught between their bodies just right to rub against her clit and wind her up further.

"Want to see you", he murmured huskily, between moans and greedy kisses.

Natasha missed the feeling of his mouth the second he removed it, but it was only for a moment, just long enough to roll them over, before his lips found hers in a searing kiss. She could still taste the faint hint of chocolate on his tongue as she kissed him deeper, her tongue moving along his.

She let him use those strong arms of his to position her body, moaning into the kiss when he squeezed her ass and rubbed her against him, the pressure against her clit sending a shock through her.

“Back or front?” she whispered, figuring she would give him the option which way she faced, which view he got tonight. All the while she continued to rub against him, her breathing already becoming quick.

"Impossible choice", Clint murmured back, trying to get his sex-addled brain to make up an answer.

Natasha's body certainly was gorgeous from every angle, and he would never get tired of watching her get off on top of him. He decided that he wanted a little bit of both and gently took her shoulders to get her to sit up. Resting his weight mostly on his arms, it was easy to do the same even with her hardly noticeable weight still on him, and lean back against the back frame before pulling her back into his embrace.

She was already so wet for him that she easily sank down on him which had him moan out and gasp for air, his forehead buried against her neck as their bodies slowly connected and that overwhelming beloved feeling of being so close to her took over. He kept one arm softly wrapped around her while the other kept on working her ass, but he didn't steer her, didn't urge her to move, just let her get comfortable and get what she needed while he nibbled and sucked on her neck.

“Impossible but necessary,” she replied, grinning against his lips. Of course she should have known not to underestimate Clint’s ability to find a way around it. Following his prompting she allowed him to move and moved with him, settling easy into their new position. He wasted no time after that in burying himself inside of her, and she easily took him in, every inch, a soft moan escaping her lips.

For a long moment she stayed just like that, relishing in the feel of his lips on her neck, his fingers massaging her flesh, and how he filled her so completely. No matter how often they came together like this it always felt incredible, better than she used to ever dream was possible.

Slowly she began to move, just rotating her hips a little at first. Running her hands through his hair she pulled his head up so she could kiss him again, so he could swallow her moans and sighs of pleasure.

Clint was just too happy to comply when she grabbed his hair, another turned on, deep growl escaping from his lips. Getting handled by Natasha that way was a much bigger turn on than it probably should be. He kissed her back fiercely, sucking her tongue into his mouth, enjoying all these small noises of lust on her lips, and just let her move, let her find her pleasure.

When they finally pulled back, they were both out of breath. Though he couldn't move as much as he liked too, Clint always enjoyed this position greatly, simply for the reason that he could simultaneously watch and touch Natasha as much as he desired. The way her face contorted with pleasure when she started to move and the small trembling of lust and strain in her steeled thigh muscles... She felt like heaven, coating his lower body with her juices with just these small movements of her hips.

Looking down at where they were joined so tightly sent another hot jolt of lust right to his groin. She took him so easily while she was driving him crazy with her hot tightness at the same time, and the way her bare, flushed skin molded against his was nothing short of beautiful. He couldn't resist bringing his hand between their bodies and down there to softly pull her swollen wet lips further apart, baring her sweet engorged clit. His thumb started teasing the hardened bud, feather-light, while his other hand on her ass kept kneading her firm flesh. He wanted to see and feel her fall apart on top of him, piece by piece.

"Love it how you look", he murmured, all caught up in his little game.

They kissed passionately and fiercely for a few long moments before finally having to come up for air. Their eyes met in a heated gaze, both panting for breath. As good as the sex had been earlier, fast and hard and exactly what she had needed at the time, the closer her and Clint had grown over the years the more Natasha had come to enjoy it slow and sweet and exploratory. It was more about the journey, about discovering each other and drawing out their pleasure more than the instant gratification. After the hell of the past few days it seemed they needed a little of both.

She kept her movements slow and shallow, clenching around him each time she took him fully inside again. When he looked down between them she leaned back a little to give him a better view, her own eyes following the movement of his hand. His touch was feather-light but her eyes still closed at that first brush of his thumb, a quiet moan escaping her lips. Her hips jerked of their own accord, first pushing against his thumb, then back against the hand that stayed on her ass.

“Love to watch me... take all of you in?” she murmured, rising further off of him this time before slowly sinking down again.

"Hm-hmm."

Articulating words was soon becoming harder, especially when Natasha saw him through so easily once again and reacted accordingly right away, with that wonderful deep, husky tone in her voice that seemed to go right to his oversensitive balls. She was incredibly sexy, showing herself off like that, and he wasn't able to take his eyes from the hot sight of her sinking down on him once again.

"Fuck, yes", he groaned, pressing his hips up against hers just a little more to feel her soft, slick lips rubbing against his groin, while his thumb kept on working her clit, maddeningly slow still. "Look how perfectly your sweet little pussy takes my cock. Feels so fucking good everytime."

When Clint rose to meet her the added leverage seemed to push him even deeper, eliciting a gasp from Natasha. His fingers, his voice, his hard cock pulsing inside of her... god, it felt amazing.

His words brought back an earlier conversation from days before, how he had said she was perfect to him. Neither of them were perfect, far from it, but they were perfect together, perfect for each other, and that was what really mattered. “Perfect fit,” she replied, watching the slow movement of his thumb and where they joined as she moved again, even higher this time. She paused then, deliberately clenching her muscles around him before taking him in again.

Natasha always felt mind-blowing tight around him, even without trying, and when she used her muscles then to drive him mad, it felt like his brains were exploding right along with his body. His hand on her ass tightened its grip when she sank down on him again, molding around him until he was all sheathed in her perfect wet heat. His breath came from his lips in quick, aroused pants until his mouth felt too dry to even wet his lips, let alone speak. She looked so fucking hot, her hips pressed flush against his while he could feel her strong muscles work his impossibly hard cock, her juices glistening all over his skin. She was just as turned on as he was, her sweet clit engorged and just waiting for his fingertips to rub and pinch until she was shaking with lust.

They still weren't in a hurry, the mood was more playful than anything else. After their former passionate encounters it was easier for Clint to hold himself back from just thrusting up into her until they both fell apart. Later. Right now this was all about driving her crazy.

An idea bloomed on his mind, dark and delicious, already existing since that massage before. It didn't hurt that the bottle of oil was still in easy reach. He let go off her butt just long enough to reach out and get it, pouring a little on his hand in spite of the trembling in his body. He could never be too sexed up to not work properly with his hands, and he planned to make use of that.

Soon enough he was back grabbing her firm, round cheeks and the other hand joined quickly, giving up on the other teasing game for the moment. He made sure to give her a good, tight massage, oiling up her skin and turning her on even more, before his slick fingertips gently dipped into the crease of her ass. Slowly enough for her to stop him anytime he started to circle her puckered entrance, coating her sensitive skin with oil without doing anything else for the moment.

No, they were in no rush, and for now Natasha was just enjoying the feeling of Clint stretching her and filling her and twitching inside of her when she clenched around him. It would have been easy to finish this quickly, but when he moved his hands away from her body she knew that wasn’t the plan. They had already worked hard to get each other off earlier, now it was time to just play.

Wrapping her arms loosely around his shoulders while he started his massage anew, she rested her head on his right shoulder, her lips brushing against his neck. “Mmm, that feels good,” she muttered, nuzzling against him and placing soft, fleeting kisses against his skin. Every so often she rocked her hips against him and clenched her muscles just to remind him and keep him nice and hard inside her.

When he started teasing around her hole she made a small noise and nodded her head against his shoulder before pushing back just a little against his hand, giving him permission to continue.

Clint held still in his movements immediately at that whine he couldn't quite place, but Natasha made sure quick enough what she wanted. His cock gave another very interested twitch at the prospect and he had to try and think very hard of Fury's face before his first coffee to not let get things too heated up.

When he could breath right again, he lowered his head to cover Natasha's neck with small kisses, his hand gently resting on her waist to feel every move, every shiver of her body and react accordingly.

There had been plenty of oil already, so he wasted no more time exploring her hot tightness with a first finger, slowly, carefully, always listening to the signs of her body. She felt so fucking good that it had him panting and moaning in no time again, and his hips started rocking against hers slightly without him willing them to.

That very interested twitch had her grinning against his skin and she pressed herself a little closer, nuzzling his neck as she relaxed against him. Seemed he didn’t need any help staying hard after all.

As his finger first started to enter her body resisted on instinct as it always did, but it wasn’t long before she was relaxing around him and rolling her hips again in encouragement to keep going. It felt so good having him pushing into her from both sides. Clearly it was affecting him just as much as her, and she matched his moaning with some of her own, though it was muffled against his neck as she sucked at his skin, not as mindful about not leaving a mark as she had been earlier. She met the movement of his hips and matched the rhythm, erratic as it was.

Natasha's clever mouth attacking his neck tore him out of his concentration for a moment. He tilted his head aside with a noise of approval and stilled his own movements to catch his breath, or at least try to. The world had narrowed down to nothing but skin on skin, impossibly tight heat enveloping him until he thought, he would die of pleasure any second, and the beautiful sounds from Natasha's lips.

He definitely wanted more of the latter, so he forced himself out of this blissful state of just letting her ravage his skin until everyone they met tomorrow would know, he belonged to her. Just a little, just with a tiny piece of her heart she belonged to him, too, and he didn't want to let that trust down she put in him.

Her body had relaxed by now, as much as she trembled and rocked against him without a real rhythm, accepting the careful intrusion easier. Especially after he got some more oil. She was clenching around him so hard that he wasn't sure he couldn't even come if he hadn't put all of his considerate self-control in preventing that. Probably she would just keep him in this mind-blowing state of arousal until the lights went out, and what a way to go.

Somehow he found enough restraint back to match the gentle rhythm of his finger with the more and more demanding one of her movements, though he was pretty sure his body worked on auto control mode by now. Still without too much hurry they were pushing, sliding, pressing against each other, with every panting breath, every moan either from her or his lips, until the room was just a blur of soft and hot and that certain atmosphere of sex that seemed to drown all their senses. And maybe, occasionally, her name or a whispered declaration of love on his lips.

The way he presented himself to her, tilting his head to give her better access to his neck, elicited a possessive little growl. She didn’t mean to leave a mark, not with hopefully a few more beach days to look forward too before it got too cold, but it was hard to resist with him offering and clearly enjoying what she was doing to him. She tried not to linger in one place for too long, but when she reached his collar bone it was less a nip she gave him as a full bite, though not hard enough to break the skin.

Her body was awash with pleasure, ebbing and flowing as they moved; their bodies molded together, slick with oil and perspiration. She could feel that familiar sensation starting to build but she didn’t want this to end, just wanted to stay in this moment for a little longer, for forever. Clint’s whispered words made her hold him tighter as she trailed kisses from one side of his neck to the other to lavish the same attention there.

She didn’t say it back this time, but she didn’t need to. He knew she loved him, with all of her heart and every fibre of her being. She loved how he treated her, how he touched her; how he trusted her and how he loved her. She loved these moments when there were no walls between them, when they were naked in more ways than one, naked and vulnerable and entirely trusting. He was everything she had never let herself want, everything she didn’t think she deserved, and she would never let him go.

“Slow...” she murmured, speaking more to herself than to him. Trying to bring her body back under control, she leaned back enough to meet his eyes, her fingers lifting to travel gently through his hair before interlacing behind his neck. In that moment she thought she could drown in his eyes and be perfectly happy to do so.

Clint enjoyed the sudden tenderness of her touch with half-closed eyes and a soft smile. Something embarrassingly close to a purr came from his mouth before he quickly bit his lower lip, not surprised to find it sensitive from their very... passionate kissing. Which happened to be his favorite kind of pain.

He was thankful for the moment of calmness, just breathing and enjoying for a few seconds, both the way their bodies fit perfectly into each other, and the way Natasha looked at him. Sometimes there was this certain look, like he was all that mattered to her in this world, and in nights like this they could allow themselves such dangerous notions.

He pulled back from his gentle stimulation for the moment and just kept his hand softly on Natasha's perfect ass while the other gently caressed up and down her back, giving her all time in the world until she would feel like moving again. They weren't in a hurry.

Her eyes were dark with lust and shining with emotion, and he was afraid to blink because he didn't want to miss a second of this certain look. They were still both too fucking turned on to breathe right, but just for this little private minute between them it didn't matter, or only to the extend of how fucking good and right she felt against him, around him, in his arms. Really not a punishment, just enjoying this for a while.

"As slow as you need, beautiful", he whispered back, surprised at how much raw emotion there was in his own voice.

Natasha had never let herself get this attached before, had never thought there would be someone in the world she couldn’t live without. Not that she wouldn’t if she lost him; of course she would keep going, it was what she was conditioned to do, but it was Clint that truly taught her how to live. He was the most important person in her life, and while she knew she could not build her world around him, could not let every happiness in her life depend upon him, in moments like this he really was all that mattered. S.H.I.E.L.D., New York; at this moment she thought she could give it all up just so long as she had him.

It was not a thought she allowed herself to dwell on.

She missed the sensation immediately when he moved his hand, but it gave her a moment to breathe and push the growing excitement down a little so they could prolong this encounter. The air was heavy between them, but a good heavy as they continue to search each other’s eyes, seeing all they needed to know within their depths.

The tone of Clint’s voice struck right to her heart, and Natasha couldn’t resist leaning in to kiss him, slowly and softly and containing just as much love and emotion as her eyes had held moments ago.

Her kiss was sweet and light and everything Clint needed in this moment of unexpected emotion. He met it just as carefully, just a tender caress of his lips on hers, little sighs of contentment and a playful nip here and there.

Soon his mouth started wandering, though, tracing lines along the flushed skin of her cheeks, her chin, her throat, until he reached the point where her pulse sounded against his searching lips. He treated the spot with another gentle, long kiss, savoring the heat of life, of passion under her skin, and then pressed his face against her neck with another deep sigh, until all he could breathe was her. The sweet smell of her hair, salt, sweat, the enticing scent of her lust...

The last note especially reminded his body of the still floating arousal between them, and he moaned a little as his cock gave an affirmative little twitch inside of her. As much as he loved just holding her like that, she was just too fucking hot to draw it out forever.

"Need you", he murmured quietly before biting down on her sensitive skin lightly, careful to not leave a mark. It was enough that he would definitely look like a night of hot sex tomorrow.

Slipping her arms around his shoulders again when he trailed his lips down her neck, Natasha let out a content sigh at just holding him close, feeling his skin pressed against hers. It was pure comfort, pure happiness, and she couldn’t keep the smile off her face.

The little emotional interlude had given her time to come down a little, but it didn’t take much to pique her interest again. Feeling him twitch inside of her, hearing that moan and needy murmur; it would have been enough, but that little bite definitely pushed her just that little extra bit, causing her to make a pleasured noise of her own.

Pressing her lips to his shoulder, she started moving her hips again in slow, short strokes, her eyes slipping closed at the sensation once again.

It was slow, agonizingly slow, nearly too much for the long hours of teasing they had already shared. Clint breathed heavily against her skin, both hands on the firm, round flesh of her ass, just massaging and caressing for the moment because he didn't trust the tremble going through his body. Every move was perfect torture, hot liquid setting his skin on fire, impossible tightness milking his hardness until it became a struggle to contain himself.

A litany of moans and praises came from his lips, something about how fucking good she felt and how much he wanted and needed her, but mostly he was just busy treating her neck with kisses and nibbles and holding on. Before he knew, he was pushing up against her, burying himself in her tightly, with every move until his skin was slick from her lust and sweetest burning pain was throbbing through his lower body.

"Too close, beautiful", he murmured close to her ear, doing his best not to completely lose control.

God, he felt so good; so warm and hard inside of her, his fingers firmly massaging her flesh. She loved how she could feel him slowly falling apart, how his words became breathless and careless between the broken moans and gentle kisses.

When he started to thrust up to meet her she increased the pace, panting and moaning along with him. The angle was perfect, and the near emotional overload from a few moments ago somehow added to the pleasure he was giving her.

Lifting her head from his shoulder, she nibbled lightly at his ear, not wanting to bite too hard knowing how close he was. “Then put those fingers back where they were and come with me,” she rasped against his ear.

Clint Barton was always one to do what the lady asked, especially when Natasha was talking to him in this incredibly turned on, needy tone.

There was enough oil left and his former administrations had been thorough enough, so he could easily, still careful enough, slip two fingertips inside her tight heat, going with both their frantic rhythm.

The additional pressure turned his aroused moans into noises much closer to screams of pleasure. For a few seconds he lost himself completely in the perfect sensation of sweet wetness enclosing him, of Natasha's perfect lithe body moving on top of him and the wild expression of lust in her darkened eyes.

The burning in his loins exploded with not even the slightest chance of stopping himself as he was pumping up into her, spending himself inside of her. His fingers kept on fucking her with tight but still controlled movements, listening to signs of her body as good as his attention still allowed.

His head dropped onto her shoulder and his arm around her waist held her close, as close as possible while the waves of lust washed high around them.

Dancing in the Dark (for farmboyhawk)

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