Dancing in the Dark (for farmboyhawk)

[study_in_scarlet]

They didn’t get a lot of time off together, at least not enough to make a trip away worthwhile, so for this one weekend they decided to stay in the city and play tourist for the day.

They had started with a walk through Central Park before grabbing an early lunch at one of the city’s many street vendors and then wandering through the American Museum of Natural history. Natasha found the Hall of Minerals fascinating while Clint had gotten a kick out of all the dinosaur bones. They both enjoyed laying under the big blue whale with all the normal people.

Afterwards they went to a nice restaurant for supper, blending into the crowd of normal couples as best they could and Natasha actually forgot if she was playing a role or being herself as they finished their wine and shared their desserts.

“Thank you,” she said sincerely as they left the restaurant, stepping back into the cool night air. Nearby a busker played guitar and sang with surprising melody and soul, barely seeming to notice as people threw change into his open case, so caught up was he in his music.


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[study_in_scarlet]

Her smile fell when he pointed out her tell and the apology was very clear in her eyes. She tried to be honest with him, more honest than she had ever been with anyone else in her entire life, but she didn’t want to hurt him, didn’t want him thinking the worst when she just needed more time to think before she said anything.

Some days she wondered why he was even with her, why he put up with all her demons constantly trying to keep them apart, but love made people do stupid things, right? That was what she had always heard. Even so, she knew she didn’t deserve him, didn’t deserve how patient and understanding he was, how willing he was to put his own wants and needs aside for her. It wasn’t fair to him how she closed herself off sometimes, nor how long it took her to take even the smallest steps in their relationship. It wasn’t fair, she didn’t deserve him, but she wasn’t willing to give him up either. Clearly the only solution, then, was for her to try harder to be the person he deserved.

She didn’t speak even when he paused, knowing that he had more to say. It wasn’t until he was finished that she took a breath and tried to formulate a reply. He wasn’t asking her to move in here, wasn’t asking her to give up her own place, he was simply offering her another place she could escape to, a place to hide if she needed it, and a place where he would always be when she needed him. When she wanted him.

Maybe, just maybe, she always wanted him.

“That is an image I didn’t need,” she said with a smile that this time reached her eyes. Moving her hand from behind his neck she traced a finger along his lips, his cheeks, the fine lines at the corner of his eyes. “I think... I think I’d like that.”

[farmboyhawk]

"Hey, I'm doing a terrific 'I want to break free'. I'm the star on every karaoke party."
Clint pretended to pout and ended up kissing Natasha's fingertips instead, slowly, one ofter the other. He couldn't deny or hide the relief that he hadn't scared her off with his bold offer. The thought of having her around here more was intriguing, really. And hey, one more reason to finally keep this place tidy and comfortable.

He laid down on his arm to be closer to her face, to softly brush her lips, her cheeks, her neck from time to time. His hand kept on caressing her back in warm, slow circles, just slipping down to cup her buttocks in between.

He thought he would never get tired of watching her like this. The orange weak light left her hair glowing like a dark flame, her body tucked close into his for warmth far more relaxed than he could ever remember. It wasn't that bad yet with the temperatures but eventually it might be. And if they stayed like that for another while, he'd end up either sleeping in her arms or eating her for desert. Then neither of them would be in the mood to get up anymore.

"You okay, red? Need one of these blankets?"

[study_in_scarlet]

She watched as he kissed each of her fingers, wanting nothing more than to replace them with her lips, but she resisted. Instead she lay still but relaxed, letting him explore her body and feeling completely content with his gentle caresses, the complete care and adoration he seemed to have for her every spot and curve. The entire time she watched his face while he, in turn, watched her. There was something completely indescribable about the experience, and all Natasha knew was that she was enjoying it, having his complete and undivided attention and sharing such a quiet, simple moment.

A blanket probably wouldn’t be a bad idea, even though she wasn’t cold yet, and the idea of curling up with him on the sofa, cuddling under a blanket by candlelight was so ridiculously romantic and ‘cute’, yet somehow still appealing. Instead of voicing any of this, though, she just curled in closer to him, slipping one arm around his back and pressing her face against his chest. “That involves moving,” she said, which was not the most appealing prospect.

[farmboyhawk]

"Hm-hm. Guess that means I have to keep you warm myself."

Grinning, Clint let his hand travel from Natasha's waist to her leg, placing it around his. It left her pressed even closer against his body and her welcoming heat open for his caressing fingertips.

Leaving out her most sensitive spots on purpose, he gently massaged her thighs, tickling the insides with his fingertips or giving her firm buttocks the gentlest of slaps from time to time.

His face was softly buried in her hair, sighs escaping his lips while he breathed her sweet scent. The heat of their closely shared space and lingering want pulsated lazily through his body, leaving him shifting against her. But it was still a controlled, slow shuddering on his skin, not an overwhelming storm inside demanding to kiss her senseless... anywhere. All in good time.

"You smell so good", he murmured, quietly enough for her to ignore it if it wasn't the right time for compliments. "Honestly can't decide if I want to eat you whole right away or stay like this forever."

[study_in_scarlet]

Natasha wrapped her leg around Clint’s and pressed herself closer to him. He really was like a furnace, and she tangled her other leg among his, getting as much surface contact as she could. Closing her eyes and just breathing him in, she smiled against his chest, occasionally poking him in the back in retaliation to his light, teasing slaps.

She probably could have fallen asleep there, curled up safe and warm in his arms, the raging of the storm contrasting beautifully outside. It was tempting, but she didn’t want the night to end so soon; she wanted it to last, to extend the day that had been as close to perfect as any she could recall.

Chuckling against him at his words, she tightened her arm around him just slightly, essentially giving him a one armed hug. “Well, if we stay like this forever then it makes the other option impossible, right?”

Maybe not 'forever', but she could deal with 'a very long time', not that she was opposed to the other option either.

[farmboyhawk]

"Well, we do have the whole weekend..."

Determined not to tempt himself even more, Clint brought his hand back up to Natasha's neck and her spine to go back to caressing her there. Occasionally he massaged another one of these tiny knots out of her muscles when he stumbled over them, with slow, soft pressure to not hurt her but easily, softly let her slide into complete relaxation.

His attention was divided between the most pleasing sight of her body tucked so close to his and that adorable smile on her face and the equally beautiful sight of flashes cracking the sky from time to time. As long as he didn't have to deal with rain and storm influencing his shots or sensitive electronics getting wet, he could actually enjoy such a weather just fine. Especially with such wonderful company.

Only once in a while, when there was a particular loud thunder, he flinched, making a mental note to stop by the sick bay next time he was on the Helicarrier. Maybe there were any good news about the adjustments of his implants. There were sounds, especially when they were hard to calculate and expect, that hurt like fuck when you couldn't tone them down.

"Let's just hope there's not more of that coming up."

[study_in_scarlet]

The whole weekend, they had the whole weekend to do whatever they wanted and just enjoy being together; Natasha had to admit it was a pretty appealing thought. She settled a little more comfortably against him, not holding him quite so tightly as he returned to massaging her neck and back. Every once in a while she let out a content sigh or a little noise that had no real purpose or meaning except to express how comfortable and happy she was right now.

There were a few times that Clint flinched, and while it was tempting to tease him saying he was afraid of the storm, she knew it was actually out of pain and she couldn’t quite bring herself to play that down. Only when he finally spoke to acknowledge it himself did she deem it okay to comment.

Lifting her head from his chest she brought her lips up right by his ear. “Maybe you just need a distraction...” she whispered, nipping gently at his earlobe before reaching up to lay her hand softly against the side of his head, covering his ear to dampen the noise. Drawing back, she met his eyes only a moment before pressing her lips to his.

[farmboyhawk]

Clint looked at her in surprise for a moment before thankfully leaning into her touch. He hadn't expected her to realize, to understand his complaining about the weather right away, actually. There were things he never really talked about much, but then again... Natasha knew him well and long enough and she was a very close watcher.

"Thank you." He could barely hear his own whisper and it was more than okay. There were times when silence was nothing but soothing.

The sound of the surroundings dampened, reduced to mostly both their breathing, made it even easier to fall completely for Natasha's touch. When he closed his eyes, it was all sweet lavender, tickling desire prickling on his lips and her body pressing against him in all the right places. The way he kissed her now carried a plead, his hand carefully tangling in her hair to pull her closer. His tongue probed the sweetness of her mouth, a low grumble vibrating in his chest, and pulling back became somewhat more difficult.

"Not helping to behave, I'm afraid."

[study_in_scarlet]

It was part of the job to be observant, to pick up on every little detail and nuance, and it was something she couldn’t turn off easily even in her normal life. It was made even more difficult by the fact that she enjoyed watching Clint, enjoyed studying him and learning everything she could about him. He was always so attentive to her every feeling, and while she didn’t show it as easily or readily she definitely paid attention when it came to him.

She smiled against his lips at the simple thanks and kissed him slowly, but it was made quite clear quite quickly by the way he kissed her back and pulled her closer that this was moving far past the simple cuddling stage.

“Well...” Natasha said, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes, her breath still playing across his lips. “You’ve been a very good boy. Maybe you’ve behaved long enough...”

[farmboyhawk]

"Hmm... You mean, I have your permission to make you come again?"

That suddenly smug tone in her voice was something he could easily keep up with, accompanied by one eyebrow raised and his hand moving down her back, stopping right above her ass.

"I should warn you, that's a job I'll take very seriously. Since that blanket thing is out of question, I will be very thoroughly making sure you won't freeze... You know..."

His hand found the way under her - his - hoodie, rough fingertips teasing along the hem of her shorts.

"I can't eat you out through those, you know..."

[study_in_scarlet]

Natasha couldn’t help but grin at his cocky reply, though she made a half-hearted effort to hold it back. “Permission granted,” she said, brushing her thumb lightly over his cheekbone. She kept her eyes on his as his hand roamed down her back, and besides the gentle stroking of her thumb she didn’t move.

“That is true, though if you’re going to start removing my clothing then you’re definitely going to have to work harder to keep me warm,” she replied. She was secretly amused by his one track mind. All his talk about eating her alive, she wondered just how long he had been thinking about this, just waiting for her to give him the green light.

[farmboyhawk]

Something felt off and he wasn't exactly sure what it was. Maybe it was just still part of the teasing but he needed to go sure before he would lose part of his clear senses in sensation.

He brought his hand to Natasha's on his face, softly caressing it, his hand resting still and warm against her back.

"I'm pretty sure I can do that. But you do know we don't have to, right? I love to make you come apart. I love to make you feel good. But you're the one who needs to want it."

[study_in_scarlet]

Natasha’s expression softened at his words, how completely caring and simply wonderful he was. It didn’t matter how bad he wanted her he was always very careful to make sure she wanted him just as bad, always so worried about pushing her, about making her do something she wasn’t really up for. He really was the most amazing man she had ever met.

She really did love him, and right now her heart actually ached a little with the strength of that feeling. Kissing him slowly, deeply, she hoped he could feel it too.

Breaking the kiss, when she looked at him again she had managed to get her emotions under control and gave him a look that was positively devilish.

“Then I want you to bury that gorgeous face of yours between my legs and... what was it you said earlier? Eat me alive?”

[farmboyhawk]

"Aye, Ma'am."

Clint pressed his lips to her palm, still resting against his cheek, locking all words inside for now, all the feelings vibrating between them. The deep warmth of joy spreading in his chest, when he could see Natasha like that, shaken by emotions she so seldom allowed herself to feel. They were there, that was all he needed to know.

And admittedly, right now, he also needed to know how she would taste when he finally got his mouth on her. A short, longing moan escaped his throat when his hand started wandering again, his fingertips slipping under the hem of her shorts to tease the little hollow right above her buttocks.

He would have loved to started slow, exploring every inch of her body with his lips and tongue, but as long as it wasn't really warm in the room, he didn't want her to get out of too many clothes.

So he sat up, instead, reluctantly, just enough to make Natasha lie on her back, using the slightest pressure of his other hand flatly pressed against her sternum. Though he wouldn't admit it loudly... He sometimes did enjoy it to handle her body the way he needed it, and that she let him do it to her without ripping his head off his shoulders.

He thanked her with a playful kiss on her nose and nibbled on her lower lip then, grinning, letting her know what he was about to do to her. His hand on her chest was already busy elsewhere though he honestly couldn't remember aiming for that. But then again... Natasha's glorious full breasts had always worked a certain kind of magic on him. He was massaging and teasing her through the thick fabric long before he knew, expertly finding one hardening nipple between his knuckles and giving it a slow, tight tug.

Never one to forget his most important target, he started drawing her shorts from her legs at the same time, very carefully, inch by inch.

"I begin to like these clothes on you."

He scooted down on the sofa enough to bend over her body, kiss and lick that small bright stripe of her belly where his administrations had pulled that hoodie upwards.

[study_in_scarlet]

There was a tenderness between them that a part of her reveled in while another part still wasn’t entirely sure how to accept, so she was ready when the mood shifted, grinning at the noise he made just for touching her. She obediently let him move her, let him gently push her over onto her back, her eyes never leaving his face and the slight grin never leaving hers; he wasn’t the only one who enjoyed it when he took control and moved her how he wished. She was always so in control, so dominant and commanding, that she secretly enjoyed letting him take over so she didn’t have to think, she only had to react. It was freeing.

Crinkling her nose slightly when Clint kissed just the tip of it, Natasha proceeded to just return his grin because she simply couldn’t not right then. Even through the thick fabric of his sweater his hands were magic and she arched her back to press herself into his touch.

“Funny you say that as you’re removing them,” she teased, lifting her head to look down at him, her body giving a slight shiver when he kissed her stomach. She knew what he meant, though, and she agreed completely. There was something very attractive about wearing his clothes while he had his way with her, something possessive but in the best way possible.

“Hang on,” she said before propping her elbows on the sofa and pushing herself back until she could prop her head up on the arm of the couch. “I want to watch you.” Her voice held a deliberate husky quality when she said these words.

[farmboyhawk]

Clint totally meant to tease her back but his voice betrayed him, rough with desire of seeing her getting caught up in the game more and more.

Natasha was so goddamn sexy in her absolute confidence and lust, he could feel himself growing hard just from watching her. Her cheeks lightly colored, this darkened look in her eyes inviting him to get moving... It was out of question for him who really was in charge here, and he happily submitted.

With his face so close to her body now, her warmth and the familiarity of her smell welcomed him, drawing another moan from his lips. He had to try hard and not just roughly push all that fabric aside and away.
Instead he caught the hem of her underwear between his teeth and pulled it down her legs, not taking too much time to make her wait. His eyes were drawn to every smooth inch of her center being revealed and his cock went back to full attention in an instant. Damn.
When the annoying piece of cloth finally was out of the way, he ran his hands back up her legs slowly, firmly massaging the tight flesh, looking up to meet Natasha's curious gaze.

"In that case we should give the show a little more room."

When he reached her knees, he gently pushed her leg up the back rest so she could place it there. He appreciated the view with a soft groan, holding back violently from reaching down his body to touch himself.

"Fuck, that's hot."

The couch was just long enough to stretch out comfortably before her. Sighing deeply, he rubbed his cheek against her leg, teasing the inside with his stubble the way he knew she liked it.

"Comfortable?" He couldn't help but grin up at her for another moment, a look of pure innocence on his face.

[study_in_scarlet]

She smirked when he moaned again, taking great pleasure in the fact that she had such an effect on him just by being there, by letting him touch her, by wanting him to touch her. It didn’t take much to get him going, but he never left her unsatisfied, that was for certain.

Her eyes darkening when he proceeded to remove her clothes with his teeth, she watched his eyes roam over her before he met her gaze again, the look that passed between them practically electric. Drawing her bottom lip between her teeth as he repositioned her leg, her breathing grew the slightest bit shallower as she watched him admiring her. When a lot of other men looked at her they made her feel like an object, but Clint actually made her feel beautiful in a way that nobody else ever had, and even when he was so openly ogling her body, she still felt attractive for more than just was on the outside.

Sucking in a sharp breath at the delicious scrape of his stubble against the soft skin of her inner thigh, she gave a chuckle at the look he gave her. How he could manage to look innocent with his head between her legs she had no idea, but he somehow pulled it off.

“Almost,” Natasha replied. Leaving her left leg where he had put it over the back of the couch, she moved her right off the edge of the cushion until she could rest her foot on the floor, further opening herself up for him while keeping her eyes locked on his face so she didn’t miss his reaction. Curling the drawstring of her hood around her fingers she grinned down at him. “Yes.”

[farmboyhawk]

"Damnit, red."

Clint drew in a sharp hiss of pleasure when Natasha presented herself to him like that, willingly giving herself in a most vulnerable way. She didn't only look beautiful and sheet scorching hot, just on the right sight of dirty, with half of her clothes still on and her most intimate parts just waiting to be touched. She was offering herself to him with all the trust she put in him. Aside from the growing throb of pleasure deep in his guts it also left him simply and strongly happy.

He answered by pressing his lips softly to the sensitive skin of the juncture of her hips and legs, now so perfectly in reach, dwelling in her sweet scent so close. Following the movement, he rubbed his cheek teasingly against her tender folds, as long as he could stand it to wait himself for another moment. It wasn't long.

His hands came to rest on her loins, close enough for his thumbs to brush the sensitive white skin of her mons. Locking his eyes with hers again, lust clouding his sight more by the second, he carefully stretched her tender flesh, spreading her lips open for his mouth, his breath ghosting over the pink flesh. His tongue darted forward without a warning, circling the most sensitive spot his fingertips had exposed.

[study_in_scarlet]

She could see how much he was enjoying this, how much pleasure he took in watching her, in giving her pleasure, and it just made her want him all the more. This wasn’t something she normally allowed her lovers because it made her feel vulnerable, because it felt so much more revealing and honest than everything else, not that she had had a lot of lovers, despite popular belief. In her old life she, more often than not, could get the information she needed without having to sell out her body to do so.

Her breath catching when he brushed his cheek, rough with stubble, against her, Natasha flexed her fingers in the cord of the sweater, fixedly watching his every movement. She felt her heart beat fast when he met her eyes, the darkness in his almost animalistic and looking every bit like he really did want to eat her alive. She shivered as his breath teased her sensitive skin, and she couldn’t hold back a moan when his tongue, so hot and wet, moved over her.

[farmboyhawk]

Clint loved the little sounds of pleasure from Natasha's lips and definitely needed more of that. He could have had her writhing and asking for more within seconds but that wasn't what he wanted this time. He wanted her to know, how good this could feel, that he had and wanted to have all time in the world to give her pleasure.

Keeping her spread open, his fingertips softly massaging her tender flash, he started lapping at the same hardened spot that had made her voice her pleasure, in long, gentle strokes, sucking it in between his teeth from time to time. The heat radiating from her center engulfed him, sending shivers of pleasure down his back and coiling in his groin, and he could long smell her before he felt her, sweet and moist and delicious against his skin.

He smiled at her softly from below, letting her see how much he enjoyed it feeling her lust, but never took his mouth off her. Instead he drew her swollen clit back in between his teeth and rubbed the tip of his tongue against the sensitive bud, tight and quick.

[study_in_scarlet]

If it was more he wanted it was more he definitely got. Pressing her shoulders back into the cushion Natasha arched her back slightly, a long, low moan escaping her lips. Fisting the material at the bottom of the sweater in her hand, she clutched it right below her breasts as her eyes drifted closed.

God, he was good at this. He knew just the right amount of pressure to apply, his teeth adding a sensation just on the verge of being painful that sent thrills of pleasure shooting up her spine. Forcing her eyes open again, she looked down at him through her lashes. She couldn’t see his smile with his mouth moving so expertly against her, but she could see it shining in his eyes, especially when she felt that first rush of wetness.

A flash of lightening lit up the room but she barely even noticed. The storm outside was forgotten in wake of the one that was building within her with each roll of his tongue and scrape of his teeth that caused her to gasp and moan. It took all of her self control to keep from grabbing a handful off his hair and holding on.

[farmboyhawk]

Feeling how Natasha reacted more to him by the second made it impossible to resist getting a real taste of her any longer.

Soft, wanton growls rolling through his chest, Clint started running his tongue over every small inch, every hidden sensitive spot of her soft pink lips, enjoying her well-known strong, sweet taste before he went straight for the spring. His tongue deep inside her body gave him another pretty good impression of how wet, how tight she was for him, and his cock ached with unfulfilled passion. He ignored it, just pressing his hips firmly into the cushions to dampen his own need.

Instead he started fucking Natasha with his tongue, slowly and thoroughly, swirling inside her and pressing his face against her close enough to tease the sensitive spot he knew deep inside her. The delicious sounds of pleasure from her lips and their both fast breathing made up all the way for any other missing sound. It made it a lot easier now to blind out the rumbling of thunder outside.

He drowned in her smell, in her juices wetting his skin, his hands gently stroking her stomach and legs while he plunged into her again and again, feeling her muscles tighten around him. There really wasn't much he enjoyed that greatly like feeling her so close with all of his senses, and watch her, his eyes never leaving her face, letting go off all her borders for him.

[study_in_scarlet]

Sometimes Natasha thought that Clint knew her body, her needs, even better than she did, but it was more likely that they were just so in sync with what they wanted and enjoyed that what she needed was exactly what he wanted to give. As it was, she didn’t have to say anything when she was practically aching to feel him inside of her; he was already exploring every fold before diving in.

Bucking her up into him she clutched the material tighter, her other hand moving erratically before grabbing one of his and lacing their fingers together. Her foot on the floor tensed, lifting up to press her toes into the floor as she moaned his name. She knew he liked to hear her, liked it when she was loud, so she didn’t hold back, didn’t try to reign it in. She never had to with him, not in any situation. He wanted her, all of her, completely uninhibited, and she had grown to enjoy giving him exactly that more than she had ever thought possible.

[farmboyhawk]

"Just like that... Fuck, you're so hot, Tash'."

His voice was nothing more than a hoarse growl against her heated skin, his eyes shining with the lust of a passionate watcher. And maybe a little with pride, when he searched her eyes, his tongue darting forward to merely tease her clit after every few syllables. It was both to tease her and give her a moment to breathe. They could both need it.

The hand not holding hers slipped from her stomach down, flatly caressing her inner thigh before he slowly pushed his middle finger inside her hot warmth. Feeling her clench and flutter around him left his cock achingly hard, twitching for her ins pants. He found himself grinding into the sofa aimlessly, his need growing by the second.

With his mind clouded by desire, the restraints he usually put around his dominant side, dropped a little. At least as much as he would let them, always careful with not pushing Natasha too far, never to give her the feeling she had to bring herself to do or say anything, not for him... But fuck, sometimes he just couldn't resist talking her into even more arousal.

"You like that?"
He crooked his finger inside her, finding that one spot she responded so well to, and lapped at the new wetness dripping from her tight center with an appreciative moan.

"God, you're getting so wet for me, Tasha. I just love your taste. Think you can give me some more? Think you can drench me with your sweet juices?"

He slowly started pressing and circling his fingertip against that one spot while he spoke, staring at her with blazed eyes but still fully attentive to her reactions.

[study_in_scarlet]

His voice, all rough and uninhibited, just made her moan louder. Closing her eyes she pushed her head back against the arm of the sofa and arched into him again in anticipation as his hand travelled down her body. Thankfully he didn’t make her wait before his finger filled the empty space his tongue had left behind.

“Fuck, yes,” Natasha replied to his question before gasping, her whole body jerking slightly when he found her sweet spot. If she had known what he was thinking, if she knew how hard he sometimes had to hold himself back with her, she would have told him not to, told him to just let go. Clint was different than anyone else she had ever been with and she felt that if he asked for something she didn’t want to do that they could talk about it. If she knew about his hidden dominant side she might ask him to give into it. The idea of giving into him completely, of learning what he wanted and enjoyed, was exciting.

For now, though, she was enjoying the dirty talk, her breaths becoming shorter as he worked his finger inside of her. “Keep that up...” her voice broke into a low moan, “and we’ll soon find out.”

She forced herself to look at him then, to try to keep her eyes on him even though they just wanted to close. The look in his eyes held her captive, and it turned out easier than she thought. He had the most amazing eyes she had ever seen, especially when they were so dark and burning with lust.