study_in_scarlet | Dancing in the Dark (for farmboyhawk)

"Is it working? Because, you know, I plan to make you come more than once tonight."

Clint tried to grin through his panting and intensified his attempts, working her clit between his fingertips in turn with messaging her wet folds.

It was hard keeping his focus on that though, as great as it felt, when she challenged him so openly. There was only so much he do to could resist, when she was presenting herself like that. Her muscles working him tighter than he had ever felt it, made him a shivering mess as it was, his arm aching from where he had bitten down a little to hard. The way she pressed back against him made him more weak in the knees by the second and he was glad for a second to breathe when she stopped...

It didn't take more than her simple, hoarse order for him to lose it completely at this point. Making sure she still felt all relaxed against him, he slowly started pushing inside her deeper, make her feel every inch of fraction, accompanied by a low series of groans he hardly recognized as his own.

"Fuck, Tash'... You feel so fucking great."

He made sure to stop before he could be all the way inside her, still careful not to ask too much of her... And he wasn't sure he would survive this right now anyway.
His whole body trembled heavily against hers and without him realizing, his hand working her heated center had picked up speed, stroking through her damp folds and pressing up against her clit gently. The other one let go off the sofa to reach down under her too, teasing her nipples into hardness.
He wanted to feel her fly apart against him just as much as he needed to fuck her and his body couldn't quite decide where to start, purely acting on instinct now, on the lust pulsating through his veins and his hardness deep inside her.

“You already have,” Natasha panted, but who was keeping count? “I might have to step up my own game.” Because he wasn’t the only one going for multiples here. She loved to feel him come apart inside of her, to watch him even when he wasn’t, and she was determined to tear him down more than once as well.

He was trembling and hesitant, but when he started to push deeper she let out a loud moan in response before turning her head and biting down on the sleeve of his sweater. She could feel herself stretching to accommodate him, molding around him, drawing him encouragingly in. All the while his hands kept moving, driving her into a frenzy where she could do little more but moan and shake and mutter in Russian. She couldn’t handle much more.

“So... so close already,” she managed to say, her breathing shallow and harsh. “All the way... please...” She pushed back again, finding it difficult to continue to move so slowly, but she wanted him to meet her, to finish this, though she was sure it would finish this, that it would send her over the edge before he ever really got chance to move inside of her. “Clint...” she all but whimpered his name.

"I've got you, beautiful."

He felt her tremble beneath him and slowly, carefully moved his fingers away from her most sensitive parts, rough palms worshiping her stomach, the underside of her breasts, her legs. Her words made it clear that she wanted this just as much as him and if he made her lose it now... She'd take him with him without a doubt. Just for a little bit longer he wanted to enjoy this unbelievable closeness before that.

Still slowly, carefully enough, his hands just resting on her thighs, not holding her, he started pressing his hips into hers. He refrained to small tender circles until he could be completely sure, her muscles were welcoming him instead of tensing up. Then his hands grabbed her just a little tighter, pulling her against him in the rhythm of a harder push, and he cursed, something between German, the Bronx and French, throwing his head back.

"Fuck yes, Tash'... That's it. So good."

They were so fucking close now he could feel every inch of her hips and legs pressed against his, making him forget where his own body ended and where hers begun. The soft sweetness of her pussy pressed against his balls and it was only thanks to his teeth buried in his arm again, that he didn't come right there and then at this feel.

"So fucking perfect. You're so fucking hot and tight around my cock."

He didn't dare move again, not yet, wanting to stay like this for another moment, until he could be sure she was as much turned on by this at he was. But this wouldn't definitely be one of their records in pure fucking.

It was almost a relief when he stopped the ministrations of his hands and gave her just one sensation to focus on. She was so close to overload that she needed a moment to breathe, and she relaxed a little further as he shifted to gentle caresses over her less sensitive skin. It was exactly what she needed too keep from tensing up and accept him when he pushed the rest of the way inside of her. The last fraction of an inch was harder, rougher, and she screamed his name in response, but she was able to hold on, the break he had given her enough to keep her from hitting her climax too soon. Not yet, she wasn’t ready yet. She wanted to feel him moving inside of her, wanted more than just that one thrust before she lost it.

“I can feel... every inch of you,” she said, her voice muffled by the sleeve of the sweater as she pressed her face to it. Relaxing, she contracted around him again, feeling him throbbing inside of her. Letting out a moan she she moved, just slightly rotating her hips. “You feel so good.”

When Natasha started moving, Clint let her, staying still with the last of control he still had. Heat of desire radiated from her body onto his, their hips slick with sweat, with her juices, with oil, and every single twitch of her muscle he could feel on his skin where they pressed together. It was strangely exotic, warm, comfortable and just plain mind-blowing.

Slowly, with every of her moans and whispers, he began to lose his concern, feeling how very much ready she was, so good clamping around him. The feeling of her slight slick channel working him drove him absolutely mad with need.
He'd never get tired of telling her how amazing she was.

He was close to lose it again for another second when he looked down at her and saw her all trembling and hiding her face, her hair a fiery mess around her sweat stained shoulders, while her beautiful slim body pressed so closely into his. He made a mental note to take the time to watch her like this more often, instead of losing himself in fucking her right away as this position mostly lead him to. She was breathtaking, all stretched and bending for him, waiting for him to give her pleasure.

He had made the lady wait long enough, definitely.

"Don't."
Softly, he cupped her neck, trying to make her relax, look up, not shield her noises of lust anymore.
"Want to hear you moan my name, beautiful."

Not even waiting for a reply, he answered the movements of her hips with his own, sighing and panting with every bit of friction. Even when he pulled back just the slightest bit, to push back into her firmly, it didn't feel any less overwhelming. Soon enough, he was grabbing the arm rest again for support, his whole body shivering.

"Oh, fuck. That want you want, red? Want me to fuck you hard and deep?"

For a long moment Clint remained still, letting Natasha move, adjust, and relax again. Even when he was driven so close to the brink he never forgot himself, and if she could have she would have kissed him then just to show him how much she appreciated him and how he treated her. Always.

That one word, ‘don’t’, spoken from his lips made her freeze, wondering what she could have possibly done wrong, but he continued and she smiled, turning her head more toward him and moving her arm away. When he moved again she made small noises of pleasure, grabbing the hand he’d laid against her neck and holding it firmly in hers, bringing it close to her lips. The short thrust made her gasp.

“Yes,” she said, dragging her teeth over his knuckles before kissing them softly. “Oh god, yes.”

Clint's body decided for him, he really didn't need any more confirmation than Natasha's last aroused whisper, and his mind surrendered. His brain would probably have gone on overload from all the sensation if he had dragged this out any longer.
And now that he could be sure, he wouldn't hurt Natasha, he concentrated all the more on making her feel good.

His first deeper thrust was still a little shy, while the moan coming with it was all the more louder. Her muscles were working him from tip to base, and he thought, he could easily come from just that, from just being inside her.

It was far too good to make it that easy. He concentrated on putting up speed instead, one of his hands resting on her hip to steady her, hold her in place and keep the last bit of control.

The other answered her touch, knuckles playfully brushing her lips, showing her that he had no objection at all if she continued that little game of her teeth and lips.
If she kept on working him so hard that every single push inside of her felt like the first, his cock painfully throbbing from too long held back lust... Then he would end with more than one bite mark by his own teeth on his skin.

He kept his eyes on her face, the beautiful grimace of pleasure she let him see, and the unmistakable expression gave him more courage by the second. She was letting go, more than in many other nights before, all from only having his cock inside of her. From this intimate position, from everything they had done before...
It was so much more than even all the words they had exchanged earlier. She was everything she couldn't be with other people around him. Watching her like this actually brought him closer to lose it than just being inside of her.

A moan close enough to a whine came from his lips, and only now he realized he had started melting into her body much faster, halfway pulling out with every push now. What still remained of his clothes on his body was soaked with sweat. The overwhelming sexiness of her pussy pressing against his heavy balls again and again didn't exactly help.
A sweet naughty sound accompanied every time their hips met, speaking of Natasha's lust. Clint couldn't resist pause for a long moment, his hand on Natasha's thigh pulling her as close as possible, to dwell in this hot feeling of her wetness, soaking him without being even inside of her. Then he let go off her leg enough to push two of his fingertips along her hot mound, finding her clit and rubbing over it slowly, tightly.

Natasha kept his hand near, sometimes brushing her lips or teeth over it, running her tongue along it, or sucking one of his fingers into her mouth. No matter what, though, she made sure not to muffle her moans anymore, instead letting them out unbidden with increasing loudness and pitch. She left herself completely open to him in every way, no longer holding back or hiding behind any shield or mask. Only with Clint could she ever be entirely, 100% herself.

The thrusts became longer, faster, harder, and in answer her moans and screams became louder.

Every time he bottomed out inside her she felt his hot skin against her pussy, but there wasn’t time to relish in the sensation before he was pulling back again for another thrust. Until he decided he liked the feeling just as much as her and paused with his cock buried as deep inside of her as he could go, their bodies almost melded together by sweat and her own slick juices. She tried to take the brief lapse to catch her breath, but each exhale came out as a moan until she gave up and just moaned his name, long and low, drawing the soft flesh of the pad of his tongue between his teeth and biting down, not enough to do damage but enough to leave an impression for a minute or two.

A second later his skilled hand had her screaming his name, and she clenched around him as tightly as she could. As much as he had already done for her she wanted to bring him off first, knowing she would be only a heartbeat behind him.

As well as Clint thought to know Natasha, sometimes she still caught him by surprise. He was all but gone the second she used her teeth on him, the sharp adrenaline pumping the last needed bit of heat right to his loins. And when her muscles squeezed down on him deliberately, it was him to scream out in pleasure.

His mind whitening out with arousal, he let instinct take over, the well-known feeling of his balls tightening up hard against his body, and moved away from Natasha just enough to thrust back into her quickly, as hard as possible, while his fingers on her clit worked the sensitive bud the way he knew her to need it. Precise, hard, carefully holding her in place when the lust threatened to overwhelm her and she unconsciously tried to escape his administrations.

"Fuck, Tash'... God, yes."

He thought, he probably said - or more screamed - her name once more, a second later, when he came deep inside her. Just the feeling of it, of being buried like that in her perfect tight heat and spilling his lust like that, drawing the orgasm out like he had seldom felt it before. His body was shaking heavily and it was probably just hers so close to him holding him upright, while he still had his hand on her, doing his best to take her with him.

Her motions had the desired effect and she relished in the sound of his pleasured screams; her name had never sounded so good. Her own screams joined his when he pounded into that one last time, her muscles still contracted and tight around him. All thoughts were banished and only feelings remained as her shook and shuddered with every sensation. He held her tightly but with him she didn’t feel trapped, and every press of his fingers sent a ripple of pleasure through her.

She felt him hit his limit, felt as he came inside of her where nobody else had ever been allowed, and just the thought of that intimacy made her gasp, tears springing to her eyes. She had done so much more tonight than merely admit she loved him. She had proven it, both to him and to herself, not just how much she loved him but how much she trusted him as well. She had let him claim her in a way that she had never let another man before him do, in a way she had never realised she wanted until him. She had given herself to him, so completely and honestly, and it felt good, exhilarating, not frightening as she had expected.

When his skilled fingers brought her screaming to her climax while his seed was still hot inside of her, she thought she would have given him anything he asked of her in that moment. Or she would have thought this had she any ability to think remaining.

Natasha's muscles clenching down on him hard when she reached her own orgasm, made him shudder violently, his body responding with a new hard jolt of pleasure, a few more drops of too long restrained lust filling her.

There was nothing but their skin pressing together and the stunning smell of both their sex filling the air, the world around them narrowed down to only what they were doing, how close they were to each other. Sweat stung in his eyes until he had to close them, still moaning out with every breath, and he was sensitive inside of her but it was the sweetest of strains.

His hand had grabbed the arm rest in reach without him realizing, holding him somehow up when the lust kept on rippling through his body, causing him to bend forward over her body. Natasha's perfect form melted into his even closer like that while she screamed out her own height, her wetness drenching his balls, his legs, and fuck, he thought he had never come so hard.

His fingers never stopped working her sensitive flesh, drawing her orgasm out as long as possible while he stayed still inside her, rough pads rubbing up and down her swollen clit. His longest finger stretched out, reaching further between her legs, parting her slick, swollen lips until it dipped inside her. Just slightly, just teasing her while he kept on pressing down on her sensitive bud.

"So good, beautiful... You're so fucking sexy when you come for me."

Even as she screamed and moaned and shuddered against him he kept his fingers moving, drawing out every sensation until she was sure she could see fireworks exploding behind her eyes.

She didn’t try to respond to his words verbally, was pretty sure she didn’t have the ability at the moment say much more than his name and maybe a few nonsensical Russian curses drawn together. Instead she planted her hands on the sofa cushion under her and pushed herself up to all fours, moaning again at the change of angle and wishing they had ditched their shirts so she could feel his sweat drenched chest pressed against her back. She didn’t dwell on it, though, as she turned her head toward him as best she could, one hand reaching up to cup the back of his neck and pulling him in for a kiss. It was rough and sloppy, but spoke of all the things she couldn’t find the words to say as she continued to tremble against him, around him, her hips bucking of their own accord.

When they both slowly calmed down, still trembling and hot but not that frantic anymore, Clint gave in to the weakness in his knees finally. Still holding Natasha tightly against him, he somehow made it to lay down on his side, staying inside of her to not risk hurting her after all with a rash movement.
Instead he pulled her close to his chest and buried his face in her damp hair, trying to get the shivers shaking him under control, with little success.
He felt completely drained, for the moment at least, a beautiful nothing on his mind but the scent of her body and her lust and the perfect way they fit together. His arm hugging her close was gently draped across her chest, fingertips caressing her shoulder and neck, and he smiled when he could still feel her pulse race.

"Jesus, Nat... Wow."

Okay, so coherent speeching was still on holiday. But he thought she would still have a pretty good idea how very much he had enjoyed this. He pressed his face against her neck, still smiling, just felt and listened to her breathing. He let the last of their lust wash over them while the natural movements of her muscles and his flattening erection slowly guided him outside of her tight hotness.
Another blissed out sigh escaped his lips. Yep, definitely sensitive but so much worth it. Hopefully she felt the same.

"You good, Tash'? I didn't hurt you, did I? You've had me pretty far gone there in the end."

It was a bit of a struggle to move without simply collapsing, but Clint’s strong arms held her against him and helped her move until they were both laying comfortably on their sides, her back pressed tightly to his front so that she could feel his heart beating. Laying her hand on the arm he wrapped around her, she caressed his skin softly while she tried to catch her breath, the aftershocks still causing her to tremble but slowly fading.

“I think ‘wow’ sums it up,” she said, grinning widely. She could still feel him inside of her while they both slowly came down from the euphoric high, but by the time they’d caught their breath he had softened and slipped out, though he kept her close.

“I’m okay,” she said, threading her fingers through his and holding his hand lazily. She felt tender, and she wasn’t so sure it wouldn’t be a bit uncomfortable to sit for a while, but the experience had been worth it. “You never hurt me.” Snuggling back against him, she breathed slowly. “You know, if any of your tenants are still here tonight then they now know how amazing you are in bed.” The grin was clear in her voice.

"And how amazing you are", Clint added, grinning, and definitely completely serious. About the amazing-part at least.

The heat slowly subsided but for now the cool air was a welcome refreshment on his skin, and he held Natasha close enough to share his warmth with her. He didn't think he could move enough to search for that blanket.
Before long they both would need a quick stop in the bathroom, but right now he was fully content with holding her like that, too exhausted to move more than with the tender touch of his hand. Even his eyelids felt heavy though he wasn't really tired.

Natasha's assurance helped him calm his mind, too, put worry aside and just revel in the memory of the last minutes. A complete sexual blackout, definitely. And yet they had both wanted it just as much, had let themselves fall into it the same way they sparred, they fought, in instinctive consent.
It was really no surprise he had come to love this woman so much. And to think he didn't have to hide that anymore... He pressed his face a little closer to her skin when the deep thankfulness and happiness threatened to overwhelm him again, and turned his hand to take hers, softly caressing it.

“Maybe, but they don’t know me,” Natasha pointed out. They had possibly seen her come and go on occasion, but it wasn’t like she had attended any community functions or dinner parties.

The air was a bit chilly but she barely felt it with the sweater and Clint’s body heat keeping her warm. Cracking one eye open she looked at the candle still flickering on the coffee table before her eyes moved to the window where she saw only darkness without. Somehow in the midst of their passion the storm had passed over. It was still raining, the sound beating steadily against the roof, but it wasn’t as heavy as before and the accompanying thunder and lightening was over.

She closed her eyes again when Clint nuzzled against the back of her neck and stroked her hand softly. “You may have to let a professional cleaner at this couch after tonight,” she teased. Rubbing her foot down his leg she tangled them together until there was no space remaining between them.

Maybe she really could get used to this.

"I'm good at cleaning stuff. I've been in the circus and in the army", Clint chuckled, his voice muffled with his mouth so close to her skin.
He pressed a soft kiss to her neck while he was on it and rested his head on his arm, the comfortable silence and laziness still thick in his head.

Natasha pressing her body even closer to his didn't allow any coldness to creep in. He couldn't remember ever holding her like this. Not like this, not with the scent of lust reminding him of what they had just done, his arm pressing her safe to his chest while his fingertips drew soft circles on the back of her hand. Where his thigh rested against her sex, her skin was still moist from their game and he sighed, keeping a soft, steady touch, enjoying the aftermath of their pleasure.

"I don't think I can ever stand up from this couch again."

“Nice to know they taught you some useful skills,” she teased, unable to keep the smile off of her face. It was ridiculous, Natasha Romanoff didn’t get ‘giddy’ or euphoric or whatever the hell this was she was feeling. She didn’t walk on clouds, her heart didn’t skip any beats, but in this moment she felt like all those stupid romantic clichés all rolled into one. It was stupid and childish and she couldn’t bring herself to care at the moment because above all else she felt happy, and that was a feeling she wanted to hold on to as long as she could.

His thigh pressing against her was strangely comfortable despite how sensitive she still felt, and she thought she could fall asleep just like that even though she wasn’t tired. Physically, yes, she felt drained, but she wasn’t ready to go to sleep yet, it was still early.

“Mm, that might become a problem eventually,” she said, though at the moment she couldn’t exactly argue.

"Nah, it's good. We'll just order Chinese food and Tacos everyday and watch silly movies all day. I've never come around to show you the real classics, like Alien and High Noon."

Clint pretended to be not half as serious as he actually felt in such moments, when all he wanted to do was to forget that they did have a life outside of what was between them. And that they would eventually have to return to it.

Not now. He buried his face in his arm, sighing, and groaned when he felt the sensitive spots where he had nearly bitten his skin open.
"Then again, two days in, you'd probably kill me. Heart attack or whatever too good sex gives you."

“So we’ll grow fat and lazy, then?” Natasha replied, raising an eyebrow though he couldn’t see it. “I doubt we can keep these bodies on sex alone.” Not that she wasn’t tempting to try. Certainly one of the more pleasurable ways to work out.

For Natasha’s part, she preferred to focus on the present than worry about the future. She knew they couldn’t really stay like this forever, and as wonderful as that sounded now she knew it wasn’t something she really wanted. As important as Clint had become to her, the most important thing in her life if she was honest, she knew they couldn’t build their worlds around each other, it wasn’t healthy. They needed time apart too, time to miss each other and think about each other so that they never began to take each other for granted. Every couple needed space sometimes, but that was in the future and for the present she was content to make that space as small as possible.

“Only two days?” she questioned, wondering what he was groaning for. He couldn’t possibly be ready to go again so soon. He certainly didn’t feel ready against her. “Had I known you were such a lightweight maybe I would have chosen a different partner.”

"Yeah, like you could find someone who keeps up with you. And flies your pretty ass out of the field every time you need a ride. Or charters you a boat. Really, it's a miracle you come home every time we're on separate missions."

There were back to teasing, and it was just as nice as the romantic afterglow before. It helped Clint clear his head a bit. They'd be back to adrenaline sooner or later anyway but they didn't need to spend the whole weekend with it. He just wanted to make use of the time with Natasha as long as it was possible, do what they so seldom had the chance for. Laugh, talk, fool around. Just be with her.

Well, and if he was a little bold, lowering his head to her shoulder to give her a most playful, gentle, loving bite, she could always use her elbow on him to pull his heads out of the clouds.

“Why should I bother to put the effort in when I know you’ll do it for me?” she replied, squeezing his hand. “But you do have a point. I guess I will have to keep you.”

Like she would ever even consider anyone else. It had been hard enough letting Clint in, and he had been very persistent about tearing down her walls, making her realise she didn’t have to keep everyone at arm’s length. It was a little easier now letting down her guard around others, being friendly and joking, but she never let anyone else truly see the real her. Nobody else would have fought for her, nobody else would have put up with her for so long, but it wasn’t a case of staying with Clint because there was no one else; it was because she didn’t want anyone else. He had said that the were made for each other, and she liked to believe that that was true.

“Hey,” she scolded. Bringing his hand up to her mouth she gave his knuckle a nip in the same manner. “Behave.” Back to the same playful admonishment as before.

"Yep, you're stuck with me. Might as well accept that sad fate."

Chuckling to himself, Clint brought his hand back to her shoulder and closed his eyes again, pushing from his mind that he didn't mind at all having Natasha's teeth on him. From time to time. Not tonight anymore.

Right now he was completely content with just feeling her. His hand half and half slipped under the loose, soft hem of the sweater just to hold her even closer, skin to skin.
His fingertips traced idle circles on her shoulder and arm, admiring the smooth softness of and finding the few places where it wasn't, where too flat, sensitive tissue met his rough pads.

Stories, mistakes, compromises. Reminders. Belonging to her just like her stunning appearance, the sexiness of her voice and her stunning smile. The proof of her strength, her survival, and he knew nearly all of them.

Budapast on the back of her arm, right below her armpit. Latvia, three fainting lines of claws around her blade bone.

And of course the aggressive scraggy circle right below her collarbone from his own arrow. That was where his fingers lingered, gently covering her shoulder while he breathed another kiss onto her neck.

Partners, yes, for more than ten years, and he gladly hauled her sweet ass out of every grave situation, ever since he had had to pin her to the floor to save her life. Not one of his best memories. The less he had to worry about her, the better.

Maybe they could ask Nick to assign them on a few more missions together than in the last years. But Clint knew that he couldn't always be there, and one day he wouldn't be when he needed too. That thought kept him awake too often to just joke the subject aside.

"I could give you a few lessons, though, if that's okay with you. It can be really helpful to get a plane in the air by yourself."

His hand was warm against her skin and Natasha let out a sigh of complete and utter contentment. Even with the warmth of his skin against hers, though, she shivered when his calloused fingers brushed over her various scars, the tissue never having fully regained all feeling. She remembered every one of them, just like she knew he did, and the ones he hadn’t been present for he had learned the story of later and committed to memory. No matter how many scars she gained, though, he always went back to the one he had given her.

She wore her scars like badges, never self conscious nor embarrassed of a single one of them, but that one was her favourite, it was the one that had changed her life.

“You want to teach me to fly?” she asked, a bit surprised by the offer. “But what can I offer in return? Russian lessons, maybe?”

"You've got plenty of co-pilot-experience. Won't be that much to learn. Flying is mostly... about feeling. And I'm holding the living proof how well you can do that."

He dipped his head to her neck again, nibbling on her skin gently to take the emotional edge of his words, though he didn't mean them any less. There had been enough serious talk for the night.
For the same reason he didn't try to tell her that being with him shouldn't be about a bargain in any way for her. That was not how he lived his life but it had long been a great part of hers, and some things needed time to be forgotten.

"It's fine, red. You know I love spending time with you. We can refreshen our occasional Russian conversations, though, if you need something to laugh. I'm afraid my pronunciation is still unworthy."

Dancing in the Dark (for farmboyhawk)

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