study_in_scarlet | Dancing in the Dark (for farmboyhawk)

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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The scrape against the sensitive reddened spot just made him moan out louder, lean into the touch while his hands fell down to her side, just gently stroking now. He had become impatient for a moment, alright. If she wanted his hands back on her, she would let him know.

Only his hips pressed against her still, life long trained leg and stomach muscles easily keeping the right tension without even flinching. He looked up at her from dazed eyes and smiled- god, she was gorgeous in her arousal. Her arousal for him. His cock stirred harder under his pants, against the wonderful heat radiating from her center, his voice turning more breathless with every word.

"Just like that, red. Want you to get just what you need from me..."

His muscles were toned and strong, not even flinching when she ground against him. She did give a little pout when he dropped his hands, but when she opened her eyes and saw that smile it was impossible to keep up.

His words, though, threw her off for a moment. She knew what he meant, that he was being completely selfless again and ignoring his own needs for her, but there was something in the wording she didn’t like. It sounded like she was using him, just taking what she needed from him with no care for him at all. A year ago, even a few months ago, she would have taken him up on it, but now so much had changed and she didn’t want to regress.

Stopping her movements she looked down at him, fingers brushing through his hair and down over his jawline. “What I need is you,” she said, quietly and sincerely.

Something had thrown her out of the game, he knew before she even started to speak and took her hand while she did, caressing it and pressing his lips against her fingers when she reached out to touch him.

"You have me, Tash'. Always."

Without letting go off her, he pushed himself up on one arm to get his body closer to hers, lips finding her neck, her ear again to let her feel the hot, quick breath from their game, only slowly dying down.

"This... is just playing, you know? Sometimes I really love it when you own me like that. You don't know how hot it makes me, watching you pleasure yourself on me. You're so fucking beautiful when you start to let go."

He nuzzled her neck, her collarbone softly, his weight resting on his arm just as unmoving as he had carried her just a few seconds ago.

"No worrying, okay? I'm always with you, all of me, whatever we do. I don't start things I don't want to do."

Edited Date: 2014-01-08 11:42 pm (UTC)

When he sat up and she could feel his breath hot against her skin she wrapped her arms lightly around his shoulders, resting her forehead against him. His words eased her worries instantly; he always seemed to know exactly what to say, and she was left feeling slightly foolish for her concerns, though her relief was greater.

They were a team, they were in this together, every step of the way; maybe one day they would both fully accept that and stop worrying. They both spent enough time following orders, and their off time was theirs to do what they wanted. It was still nice to have the confirmation, though.

“I’m becoming quite adept at killing the mood,” Natasha said with a chuckle. Nuzzling against him, she kissed that overly sensitive spot she had created on his neck. If the mood was recoverable his reaction would be a good indication.

"Gotta say, you're always very good at making it right..."

Sighing deeply, Clint let the weight of her body press his back to the floor, wrapping his arms around her again.

"You keep this up, I'll just have to ask you to give that spot an even deeper color", he groaned, hands slipping under her pants to cup her ass again, fingertips nudging the sensitive juncture of her thighs. "Love how your mouth feels on me..."

And just like that the serious moment passed and they let pleasure take them over again. Laying back down on top of Clint again, Natasha cupped the back of his neck with one hand and snuggled in against the warmth of his body.

“If that’s what you want,” she said, biting very gently around the edges of the mark. “Or I could just litter your skin with them...”

Trailing kisses and nibbles down over his throat and across his collar bone, she murmured unintelligible sounds against his skin, resuming the soft motion of her hips as his hands slipped lower, rough fingers grasping her smooth skin. At his words she stalled her exploration to concentrate on the hollow of his throat, dipping her tongue in before kissing him slowly.

"Hm-hm... Wouldn't say no to both options."

Clint instantly felt his cheeks flush a little. Right. As if she didn't know... As if they never talked about this. Still there were some things that needed a little push before coming out of his mouth.

"You know me... A little pain here and there makes things even hotter..."

Not that he needed that right now when she started pressing into him again. Soon enough he had his legs wrapped around hers, his hands grabbing the soft curve of her ass tighter. Now it was his speed, his movements directing the heat between her legs closely against his hardness, with his hips slowly rocking against hers.

He was determined to feel her moan into that intimate kiss within half a minute, and he had an idea, it wouldn't be too hard.

Natasha smiled against him when she felt his skin go hot under her touch. She didn’t attribute it to any one thing she was doing, not until he actually broached the subject. It wasn’t a surprise, not exactly, but she liked to hear him say it, liked to hear him tell her what he wanted, what he liked. The ideas always sounded better when voiced in his gruff timbre.

“I’ll make sure to keep that in mind,” she said, nipping him just a little harder the next time. They were certainly no strangers to some rough play, though in the past it had often been the entire act that had been hard and fast and sometimes almost violent. Of course there would still be a time and place for that, but Natasha was really enjoying taking their time, discovering all the things that made the other moan and writhe.

It didn’t take much encouragement before he had her trapped against him again, his fingers digging into her flesh, the bulge in his pants pressing hard against her. His determination paid off and she moaned, low and long, but what he might not have expected was for it to turn into a laugh at the end.

Clint's lips formed a breathless, aroused encouragement when she worked her teeth harder on him, delicious heated stings going all the way down his neck and spine. His hips started thrusting harder against her, the arching of his back rubbing his erection slowly up and down her crotch. Fuck, that was perfect.

He wanted to feel her writhe against him, wanted to find her all excited when his fingers would make their way under her panties sooner or later. For the moment he was completely happy with the sounds she was making, and her skin warming under his tightly massaging hands.

"Something funny?"

Her chuckle had him turn his head, one eyebrow raised in amusment.

The little added roughness definitely had an effect, and Natasha muttered a few Russian curses under her breath as Clint responded in kind, rubbing himself harder against her as his hands squeezed her none too gently. Still, she couldn’t help the laugh, and she was glad that when she lifted her head to look at him the expression she was met with was one of amusement.

“It just struck me how silly we must look, dry humping on your floor like a couple of teenagers,” she said, grinning at him. Just saying it out loud made her laugh again, the closest thing that Natasha got to a giggle escaping her lips.

As adventurous and experienced as they both were, she still was pretty sure that they could get each other off just like this.

And just like that she had him laughing again, when an hour ago he had been in the mood for killing someone. For that alone she deserved all his attention right now, in this sweet, strangely erotic little intercourse, before essentials like getting something to eat and packing would be waiting.

"Good thing there's no one to watch here, then", Clint grinned. "Because you know, you do make me feel like a teenager..."

His fingers finally slipped under her panties and further between her legs, which left the tight seams just dig tighter against her center. Softly, he explored the sensitive skin of her firm cheeks, making his way lower without hurry to meet her growing wetness.

Leaning in closer to her ear, his voice soon turned from amused to a breathless promise again.

"And I didn't plan on standing up again before I've made you come..."

Any worry she might have felt that laughing now could ruin the mood was washed away when Clint started laughing with her. He had an amazing laugh, it was so unmistakably Clint, and after how distraught he had been earlier when they had been out Natasha was even more glad to hear it now. It didn’t ruin the mood; in fact, it might have even enhanced it.

“Luckily you’re not as fumbling and sloppy as one,” she replied, stealing the quickest of kisses before resting her head against his chest a moment. Closing her eyes, Natasha let out a small noise to voice her pleasure when he started exploring again, his rough fingers scratching over her ass, his hand stretching at the fabric of her pants and causing the seam to press harder against her.

The laughter was gone but his whisper sent a thrill through her. “Good,” she breathed, grinding her hips to rub the seam against her, to press it against him. One nail scratched over the sensitive mark on his throat again. “And will you be coming with me?” she asked, sliding her hand down to tweak his nipple through his shirt.

"You keep your nails in the game and I might just make a mess of these pants."

Clint groaned and let his pecs play a little against her touch, seeking for more. She just knew exactly how he liked it. How much it needed to make him breathe much faster, from a stimulation even of body parts that usually were not overly sensitive.

He let his head fall back to the floor to watch her, with a very aroused smile on his lips while his fingers made their way further between her legs. His other hand kept her pressed close to him, entrapped against the pleasured throbbing of his cock. Inch by inch he peeled the damp material of her panties away from her skin, every move held firmly against her inside the cage of her pants, until he could massage her lips between his fingertips. He swore he could actually feel his pupils dilate at the feeling of slickness and heat.

"Love it how much you enjoy this", he murmured, biting his lip to stifle another groan.

Natasha grinned at his words and wasted no time in returning her lips to his neck when he laid his head back again, leaving the skin so tantalizingly open.

Her pants were tight, not leaving much room between them and her skin, and as his hand moved lower, his warm fingers were kept pressed firmly against her. By the time he reached his prize she was moaning and pushing against him, her face against his neck.

“Who wouldn’t?” she breathed, pulling the collar of his shirt down so she could get at a spot below his collarbone. Not every mark had to be visible. “You have very talented fingers.”

Lowering her hand, her own fingers slipped under his shirt, sliding slowly up beneath it to tease his nipples again without the material in the way. Pinching one between her thumb and middle finger, she dragged her nail across.

The first touch of her nail against hardened, sensitive skin had him yelp quietly, hips suddenly bucking hard against hers. Well, so much for making this mostly about her. Her body was so wonderfully hot against him, radiating with lust, there was really no way to not get dragged along.

He kept up that little game with his chest muscles, flinching away from her grip playfully just to press in again, appreciative moans on his lips. Where her lips met his skin, a faint glistening of sweat betrayed every attempt of reservation. So he just gave it up and let her have his upper body for playing, completely relaxed and waiting for whatever she would be thinking of.

Her ass though was still caught in the relentless hold of his hands, and unless she gave him any sign of being uncomfortable, he didn't plan to release her before he hadn't felt her come against him. Her growing wetness made it easy enough, easing a first finger inside of her. Slowly but without stopping until his knuckles pressed against her and his fingertip could circle down on the certain sensitive point deep inside. Gently at first, then with more pressure, against the matching rocking of his hips, seeking to have her most sensitive spots stimulated at the same time.

Natasha grinned widely at Clint’s involuntary reaction to her touch, even as a sharp thrill of pleasure shot through her when he suddenly bucked against her. She could have eased off then, but he was clearly enjoying the game, his flinching away just for show. She wished he wasn’t wearing a shirt so she could more easily get her lips lower, but she kept the neck of his shirt pulled down as much as she could without stretching it, though she had the feeling he wouldn’t mind if she did. The next mark she left would be easily covered, at least.

Of course she wasn’t the only one in the game, and Clint was certainly doing his part as well. This was no longer about who could get the other off first through their clothes, and he upped the ante when he slipped the first finger inside of her, crooking it just right to make her breath hitch. “Clint...” she moaned his name against his skin, her hand flattening against his chest before digging her nails in when he pressed harder against her. In turn she pressed her teeth to his skin, just the flats of them for now; not biting but reminding him of the possibility.

"Relax..."

Clint's hoarse whisper stood in contrast to the word, speaking of the heat pulsating through his veins, dampening his clear thoughts with the want for more. Basics like eating and getting ready to leave seemed like the most unimportant thing in the world when Natasha teased him with both her nails and her mouth. Waves of shivers surrounded the skin, demanding for more immediately.

"And don't stop that... please."

His head rolled slowly to the side, forehead pressing into the cool wood of the sofa leg, offering her the whole playground of his partly bared skin. A second finger joined the first, gently stretching her. Soon enough both digits were engulfed tightly in her soft wetness, pressing down in rhythm with his hips rolling against hers.

Natasha gave no thoughts to food or packing or anything else at the moment. They still had all evening, and early morning if they needed it, but they were both accustomed to packing quick and light so she had no doubts Clint would be done in ten minutes flat.

His tremulous plea made her shiver and she dragged her nails down his chest, not enough to break the skin but enough to dig in, to leave faint red marks in their wake. She couldn’t resist raising her lips back to his neck when he offered it up so irresistibly. So much for trying to hide any further marks. Sure, she could try and control herself, but knowing how much he was enjoying it made her want to give him more.

Even though he held her against him Natasha joined in with the rhythm, rolling her hips and clenching around him, moaning against his neck as her breaths became shorter, more rapid. “You’re so fucking good at that,” she whispered, somehow managing to string the words together.

"Just trying to keep up with you."

Clint tried to hide the small flush of pride in his cheeks in turning his head away even more, which made Natasha's new administrations on her neck even better. He let his muscles play against her teeth, provoking her, hisses of pleasure on his lips when the sensitive skin stretched and rebelled against her mouth, just to draw out the perfect mixture of lust and pain. Where her nails had been, his skin burned and pulsated slightly, a sensation that spread out all the way to his groin and left him press against her even tighter.

Now that she was moving with him, his hand on her ass held her more gentle. Just enough room for her to answer the steady, slow rolling of his hips.

Her lust was not only coating his slowly working fingers but flavored the air with her very own sweet musky scent. And they were still wearing their clothes... It had something strangely naughty and forbidden, and as much as he loved to feel her soft skin against his, right now this was just perfect.

Her muscles answered his circling pressure, more and more, and he tried to focus on these small tremors, use that point to rub his throbbing hard cock right against her clit as if there wasn't any fabric between them at all.

"Feels so good", he murmured between his low moans. "Love how wet you're getting for me..."

She could feel his muscles stretched to the limit beneath her mouth and pressed her teeth against him until he trembled. He slacked off his hold on her just slightly, enough that she could move against him, her hips falling into the same rhythm as his. The fingers inside her never let up, even as her breathing became more erratic, though it was the feel of him pressing against her that really had her moaning. She could feel how hard he was even though all their clothes, and he rubbed against her just right; he was making it more difficult by the moment to focus on what she was doing to him in return.

His voice rumbled through her, low and sexy, and her rhythm faltered for just a second. She could feel herself soaking his hand, how slick his fingers were moving inside of her, and she sucked at his neck again, drawing a fresh patch of skin between her teeth. “More...” she murmured against him before she bit down, harder than before.

"Oh fuck..."

Clint's back arched slightly under the new, even more intensive touch of her teeth, the new additional rush of adrenaline whipping his blood faster through his veins. It was just the perfect thrill, not enough to really injure. Which was probably better, considering, a person with a strong jaw could kill you with one bite. He didn't necessarily need to find out if Natasha had that certain skill in her wide range of specialties.
But just the thought, that little flattering of his nerves, just seemed to make his skin even more sensitive to her administrations, and he gladly let her play, biting his lip hard while his forehead pressed against the cool surface. She was just too good with finding out in record time what did it best for him.

Her aroused plea made it through the dazed state of lust in his head anyway and was answered with something more of a growl than a moan.

"Whatever you want, beautiful..."

Very slowly, teasingly, he draw his hand back just to thrust his fingers back into her immediately. Again he tried to time the motion with the point when the fluid motion of their hips working into each other, had her clit pressed right against his raging erection. He hardly gave her time to breathe before he repeated the motion, easily sliding in and out of her wetness, playing her body with both his fingers and the steady rhythm of thrusts against her.

When he arched up against her Natasha made a noise as her breasts pressed against his chest, her nipples hard and sensitive. She didn’t want to go too far, the last thing she ever wanted to do was actually hurt him, so following her bite she lay her tongue against the marks she left, lapping soothingly at his skin, proving she could be just as gentle as she could be rough.

The growl that reverberated through his chest and through hers made her shiver and she barely had time to anticipate his movements before he was sliding his fingers in and out of her, matching the rhythm already set by their hips. Every time he ground against her, his cock so obviously hard even through their clothes, she gasped as pleasure coursed through her in waves, bringing her so close to the edge.

“I want you to come with me,” she gasped between gasps and moans. “What do you need...?” With them pressed so intimately together and with her on top she didn’t have a lot of access, but she didn’t want to leave him unsatisfied, especially not when he was doing so well satisfying her.

"After", Clint murmured gently into her ear, nibbling on the sensitive skin of her lobe to let her know it was okay, that he wouldn't be long after her at all.

No matter how fucking great this felt, having her body aroused and writhing against his, and the beautiful burning sensations that her teeth and nails had left... Without the possibility of closer touch, his body just wouldn't let go. Not before he had made sure, he had done his best for his partner.

It burned, the throbbing pleasure that left him startling and moaning everytime, the rough fabric of his jeans rubbed over the exposed sensitiveness of his cock. That he could feel her tremble and hot against him didn't exactly help.

But he couldn't just let go and move against her, the way it would be enough, his head never let him. Some instincts had too deeply settled over the years, and the most important one was always to put Natasha's well-being before his.

"Can't", he growled through his clenched teeth, his face tightly buried against her neck while his fingers never stopped diving into her, deeply, with just the pressure she needed to let her own lust take over. The movements of his own hips against hers grew frantic, hardness grinding and twitching against her her heated softness, seeking out the point when he would feel her fall apart.

She wanted to prove him wrong, she wanted to get him off, just like this, but he was making it so damn hard to think right now. She was definitely on the advantage with his hands moving against her naked flesh, his fingers pumping in and out of her wetness when she could barely get her hands on him, and she couldn’t think of a solution to help him, couldn’t think, could only feel, and god he made her feel good.

“Oh god,” she whimpered, burying her face against him when he picked up the pace, every thrust of his fingers pushing against her sweet spot, every roll of his hips pressing her clit until she could no longer hold back.

She came crying out his name, her whole body shaking and convulsing on top of him as pleasure rocked her to her very core.

Clint let go off his hold on her carefully when her lust overpowered her and wrapped his arm around her back instead, giving her more room to ride his fingers, his body, the way she needed it most. With quiet, unintelligible encouragements whispered in her ear, he answered her movements with his own, enjoying every warm, smooth trickle of lust staining his skin, every clench of her muscles showing him how much she enjoyed it.

"Love it so much to see you like that", he groaned against her neck. "You feel how fucking hot that makes me?"

He rubbed the still very prominent bulge against her middle again after he had removed his hand carefully, to emphasize his words. Like the sweat dripping down his temples and neck wasn't enough, or the breathlessness in his voice.

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