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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Natasha chuckled at his words, giving him a last quick kiss before he rolled his head to the side, exposing his neck to her again. She winced when she saw the marks she had left; she hadn’t meant to make them so large and dark, but there was no taking them back now. She would just have to do a good job with the make-up tomorrow to hide them, or insist that he too wear a scarf.

She was quickly distracted from her thoughts when he bucked into her touch, needing the same attention he had just offered her. “How do you need me?” she asked, her voice as soft and smooth as velvet. Lowering his zipper, she slid her hand beneath his underwear to touch him gently, running her hand along his length before pushing the underwear down enough to let him free. “Tell me what you need.” Hovering over him, her knees on the floor on either side of him and one hand still propped on his chest, she dipped her head to softly kiss one of the dark marks on his neck.

Though he would never admit, it really sounded like that, there was definitely a purr on Clint's lips when Natasha's touched these sensitive spots where her teeth had been. The best of burns throbbed there, and even if it would be just him seeing these spots in the end, he would know they were there. .As the sign of the closeness and passion between them. And that was more than enough.

As badly as the pressure had been just a few seconds ago, with the disturbing clothes out of the way, it got easier immediately, just pressing into the warm, soft touch of her hands, hips jerking up just lightly to meet her hand.

There were hundreds of things he enjoyed to do with her, so that question was always a tough one. But after last night and the exhausting day coming up, things could as well be a little quieter. He found, right now this was exactly where he wanted to be... with her touching him and her face so close to him, still flushed from her climax and that beautiful light smile on her lips.

One trembling hand reached out to caress her cheek, her neck before he pulled her close for a deep kiss, low moans of need rumbling in his throat. God, he loved being with her like that, all of it, whatever mood they were in. Right now tenderness helped to let go much better than any fancy action.

"This is just perfect", he just mumbled, cheeks flushing a little, before he captured her lower lip between his again, sucking and nibbling as his breath grew even faster.

She could feel his chest vibrating beneath her hand and she couldn’t help but smile as what sounded very close to a purr escaped his lips. Well, that was interesting, and she would certainly file that knowledge away to play with later. Right now, though, her first priority was to make sure he got the release he needed and oh so definitely deserved.

Lifting her head to meet his eyes again, she leaned into the touch of his hand before he kissed her again, desperate and longing. She swallowed his moans and sank into his kiss, her hand just casually petting him until he confirmed that that was all he wanted and that she wouldn’t have to move from where she was. Then her strokes became more sure, more purposeful, but not urgent, not methodical. There was still a playfulness and tenderness to her touch, and she smiled into his teasing kisses.

Soon too much out of breath for the playful kiss, Clint pushed his arm under his head to be able to look down on himself, watch her skilled hand driving him crazy from lust-darkened eyes. His lower lip felt sensitive to the growing pressure of his own teeth, his breathing a harsh, quick series of panting now.

The heat built lazily and he enjoyed every second of it, every second of not having to rush anything, having his partner taking care of him so willingly. His free hand kept on caressing her, teasing her full curves through the fabric of her shirt, fingertips circling the sensitive area of her nipples. He couldn't keep up the game for long, not when she was working him so expertly that he felt himself growing even harder under her administrations.

The additional stimulation of watching her small, strong hand stroking his hardened length, coating his skin with his own lust, soon had him thrust into her movements, his balls resting heavy against his parted thighs. Instinctively he bent his leg, offering himself further to her, and fought the urge to close his eyes, to hide his face from her gaze again. It felt much too good, just relaxing for once and let his sense drown in everything she was doing to him.

"Fuck, Nat... Yes..."

I was a trait they both shared, the fact that they both enjoyed watching the other getting them off, and when she realised that that was what Clint was doing she lowered her head to his shoulder to give him a more unimpeded view. Resting her forehead against him, she too looked down to inspect her movements, now able to give him her complete and undivided attention, though she still kept it slow and relaxed, even as he let his hands wander over her again.

He grew harder, more erect, and only when he began to give in, to thrust against her and shift his position for better access did her attentions intensify. She teased his very tip, squeezed him harder on the upstroke, and made sure to give his balls some attention too, her hand slick and sticky as it moved over his skin.

“Mm, you like that, huh?” she purred, giving him an extra squeeze. “God, you’re so hard.” She lifted her head to look at him again; she loved seeing him like this, so relaxed and ready to let go.

Edited Date: 2014-01-20 10:12 pm (UTC)

"All thanks to you..."

He raised his head enough to meet her lips in a fierce kiss, conquer her mouth with his tongue while his moans vibrated between them. His hand had wandered down her back without him really realizing, caressing her back and tightly grabbing the tight round flesh of her butt from time to time, when the waves of pleasure hit especially high and he could feel every muscle, every single nerve in his groin pulsate with heat.

His head fell back to the floor, the next sound from his lips more a quiet scream when her hand went back to the exposed, wet head of his cock, with just the right pressure to let him see stars, let his shirt stick damp to his body.

"You're so fucking sexy..."

He tore his gaze away from the most erotic sight for a moment to watch her face, her red cheeks, the wild look of enjoyment in her beautiful green eyes.

"Love to be with you... to feel you..."

His hand softly wandered down to her ass again, just caressing, worshiping her skin with trembling movements while the small, helpless movements of his hips sought hers, matching her rhythm.

"How hot you are for me and smile for me... Makes it so good..."

He lowered his head again to her ear, hot, uncontrolled breath meeting her neck, tongue swiftly sweeping over one of the marks he had left last night.

"Just think about how it will be when you'll have me inside you next time... All that hardness just for you..."

The kiss was the kind designed to make her toes curl and she returned it gladly, swallowing his moans and devouring his mouth until he pulled away. She pushed back against his hand, enjoying how strongly he squeezed her, knowing that she was pushing him to his limit.

When he started talking, saying anything that came to mind, she knew she had him close, but she was no longer exactly unaffected herself either. Natasha was more of a silent lover, one prone to show rather than tell, but fuck she loved it when Clint talked like this. She had never met another man in her life who could turn her on with just his words and his voice. She could feel herself getting wet again as she imagined him inside her, stretching her, filling her so perfectly. Closing her eyes she sucked her bottom lip in between her teeth, but it did nothing to stifle her moan as he teased her ear, her neck. She stroked him harder, faster, wanting to feel him come apart beneath her, wanting to make him feel as good as he had made her feel.

There were probably a few more incoherent sentences on his lips before his brains got too blown for talking. At least he remembered to remove his mouth from Natasha's neck in time before he could give her another mark.

Instead he leaned his heated cheek against her shoulder, staring down on where she worked him again. Just as she put enough strength and speed in her movements to deprive him of any control left. Needless to say there was no holding back anymore at this point.

His mind blanked out pretty much before he could warn her, his balls drawing up sharp to his body, and fuck, he was making a mess over both her hand and his clothes... Not that he could care right now. His hand had found back his favorite handle for support, leaving one or the other red spot on Natasha's beautiful pale butt before he thought of relaxing it, all the tension from the last minutes flowing from his body with a deep, breathless grunt.

Trembling from the pulses of pleasure still going through his groin, he pressed his forehead against her neck, his lips against her collarbone, to replace the words he couldn't form between his rapid breathing.

She was so in tune with his body she didn’t need the warning, and when he spilled over both of them she kept stroking him, carrying him through until every drop was spent. His grip on her ass was hard but she didn’t mind; she loved his strength even as he shattered beneath her.

Her hand still moving over him, though slower and softer now, she shifted one knee to rest between his lowered herself to lay against him, her other hand moving from his chest to run soothingly through his hair. She placed featherlight kisses to his temple, his forehead, smiling against his skin as he trembled beneath her. She said nothing, just let him have the moment while taking a moment herself to enjoy just how easily she could bring him to such heights. Clint wasn’t one to easily let himself go, but in this moment he was completely relaxed and raw and vulnerable in a way that he only was with her.

There was no better feeling for coming down from a pleasurable height than having Natasha cuddled against him. Her soft hair touching his skin when he nuzzled his cheek against her head, her scent in his nose, their bodies melting into each other in relaxed silence... There was nowhere else Clint wanted to be.

Caught up in the usual bliss of emptiness on his mind and the best of exhaustion in his body, these were some of the moments when he felt closest to her. No weight on their shoulders, no discussions about the next mission and the morning after not even in sight... Just caressing her slender, warm form pressed against him with his still trembling hand, closing his eyes, breathing her and cherish the closeness they shared in every aspect of their relationship.

"Thank you", he murmured somewhere between two slowing breaths, two words meaning so much more than that hot little encounter on the living room floor.

Her hand was wet and sticky so she just laid it against his hip as she curled up against him. Moving to rest her head on his chest when he finished trembling, she smiled at the simple thank you and placed a soft kiss through his shirt over his heart. She knew the thanks was for more than just a fantastic blow job, and she knew how much he meant it so she didn’t brush it off. As was her way she accepted it wordlessly; he would know all he needed from her kiss and how she held him just a little tighter.

For a long moment they lay in silence and she could feel his breath and his heartbeat slowing and steadying. She had never been a ‘cuddler’ before, but then she had never been with someone before who she trusted so completely to let her guard down like this. Now she enjoyed it a lot more than anyone called the Black Widow probably ever should.

Despite the not too comfortable ground, Clint wouldn't have minded at all, spending a little more time here with Natasha in his arm. They had spent whole nights on harder floors. And they had nowhere to be until tomorrow.

He actually felt the tiredness from before coming back, from the few minutes of dozing in her apartment. Closing his eyes for a while sounded pretty good right now, just like this, with his hand softly placed on her neck and her body breathing against his...

But in one of his deep, content sighs suddenly mixed the sound of his stomach rumbling so loud that Natasha probably would be half dead for the next two hours.

Clint huffed, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"Sorry. Blame it on your exceptional skills."

Natasha too was content and comfortable to stay where they were for a while longer, but apparently Clint’s stomach had other ideas. Following the loud growl of his stomach there was a moment of dead silence before Clint spoke. After that Natasha could no longer hold it in and burst out laughing.

“And we didn’t even get very... athletic this time,” she said, raising her head to look at him, a wide smile on her face. “What do you think? Pizza? Chinese?”

Maybe she couldn’t handle every day being normal like this, she needed the excitement and challenge the job offered, but more moments just like this one? She could definitely get on board for that.

"We'll have all the pizza we can wish for in the next weeks."

Well, unless someone would try and lock them up tomorrow, but Clint decided he didn't want to ponder about that anymore right now and didn't lose his grin for even a second.

"Chinese sounds perfect."

He suppressed a yawn and took a lazy look around, trying to remember where he had thrown his jacket, when he remembered, Natasha had his phone.

"I'm afraid, we'll just have to get up for that, though."

Natasha nodded at his choice but otherwise didn’t move until he stated the obvious. “Mm, well we have to get up to eat anyway,” she said, placing a soft kiss to his jaw, “and I don’t know about you,” another on his chin, “but answering the door in these clothes,” at the corner of his lips, “might not be pleasant for the delivery guy.” Finally she reached his lips, and when she kissed him there she lingered a little longer.

“Besides,” she continued, lifting her head to look at him again as she traced his bottom lip just lightly with one finger. “We should really wash our hands before touching anything else.” The grin she gave him then was positively wicked.

"As always, you're the wise one, woman."

Clint made a show of a heavy sigh but didn't miss the chance for another kiss on her lips before he somehow pushed himself up and pulled Natasha up with him. He wiped the worst of mess off his skin with the fabric of his clothes before peeling them off his body, completely unashamed, and sauntering off to the bathroom naked.

"You can throw your things into the washer-dryer too, if you want, then they're good again in a few hours", he called over his shoulder with a grin. "Wanted to do a round before packing anyway. You want to order in the meantime? Just taking a quick shower."

It was only reluctantly that Natasha let Clint up, and that she let him help her up as well. Despite the hard floor it had been warm and comfortable, but eating had to be a priority here. It was with no reluctance, though, that she watched Clint strip off his clothes and walk through his apartment in all his confident and naked glory. He had the kind of ass that jut begged to be bitten.

She let him go with only a quick affirmation before heading to the kitchen to wash her hands. Her pants were still sopping and uncomfortable, but she decided to take care of the food first before getting comfortable again. Ordering their usual, she fished enough cash out of her wallet to cover it all and set it on the counter before heading for the bathroom herself where she could already hear the water running. Removing her clothes she through them into the wash along with their still damp ones from yesterday.

"Just help yourself from my closet again."

Clint peeked out from behind the shower wall, acknowledging Natasha's nudity with a short grin, and grabbed a towel. He didn't trust himself with inviting her in, so he got himself at least dry enough to grab some sweatpants for the rest of the evening. Then he made space for her, in case she wanted to shower too.

"Um... I'll just take a short look downstairs, make sure, that generator won't die on me before they bring the new one."

Fortunately he sounded far more casual than he felt after that short silly little idea he had just gotten in the shower. Probably Natasha would just laugh, or find it awkward or something, tell him to grow up... But for once he really did need to make a short check on the house, he always did in the evening, when he slept at home. These five minutes had become something of a ritual, mostly more to relish this seldom known feeling of security, of something that was his and that he was needed in. And since he already had to put on a jacket and shoes for that... Well, then he could as well do a short visit in that shop next door, owned by a very friendly, quiet old man who pretty much was the only person except for Natasha Clint wanted to deal with today still.

"Back in a second."

Hopefully his slightly red cheeks could be blamed on the shower. Though he did have a feeling, Natasha knew him far too well anyway to buy it.

Looking back over her shoulder at Clint she returned his smile before grabbing a towel and a washcloth for herself. “I was planning on it,” she said, because she had packed enough clothes for their trip along with something to wear tomorrow, but nothing for tonight.

Leaning back against the washer, Natasha watched him curiously as he suddenly made a turn for the awkward. It could be her nudity distracting him, but it was hardly enough to have him blushing and acting cagey, not anymore. Even so, she let him go do whatever it was he didn’t want her to know he was doing, her mind turning over all the various possibilities but coming up with nothing satisfactory.

Tying her hair back so it wouldn’t get wet, she stepped into the shower just long enough to clean the mess from her body before drying off and heading back to his bedroom to raid his closet again. Settling on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt that both looked rather oversized on her, she moved back to the kitchen to collect up the money and wait for the food to arrive.

Clint counted fifteen embarrassing seconds of just standing outside with the keys in his hand, his souvenir held awkwardly behind his back before he finally brought himself to get back inside. This was stupid, really stupid, they didn't do romantic. They didn't do high school, for fucks sake.

Maybe it would make her laugh at least.

He found her in the kitchen with the food not there yet. Which fortunately meant, she'd only have a few minutes before the delivery boy would arrive, to kick his ass.

"So, um..."

His cheeks were a deep flame of red now, and he probably grinned like the last idiot when he carefully put the small bouquet of three orchids and a few jasmines on the kitchen table. Pretty much the last change he had had in his jacket pockets and they weren't completely fresh anymore but the bright colors looked nice, and the guy in the shop hopefully knew his shit about the meaning.

"I just thought..."

He shrugged a little, feeling more silly than ever.

"You know, for... today and all."

Natasha had been flipping idly through her phone when she’d heard Clint’s footsteps approaching the door. When he didn’t open it right away, instead just lingering in the hallway, she set the phone aside and looked toward the door as if she could see him through it. Eventually he walked in and joined her in the kitchen and she tried to keep her expression neutral as she took in his flushed cheeks and the silly grin on his face. The grin, at least, allowed her to take a breath, the stab of worry she had felt fading.

Then he produced a small bouquet of flowers from behind his back and at first her brows lowered in confusion before raising in surprise as she looked up to meet his eyes.

“You bought me flowers,” she stated, still unsure how to react. It wasn’t as if men hadn’t bought her flowers before, but they were always huge, expensive bouquets, and they were never for her. They were for Natalie or Nora or Nancy, and they never really meant anything, they were just a way to try to buy her affections.

Looking away from Clint and at the flowers again, Natasha touched the petal of one, careful not to damage it. They were slightly wilted, and not as extravagant as two dozen red roses, but she was sure she had never seen a more beautiful bouquet in her life. Picking it up she brought it to her nose, closing her eyes as she inhaled deeply; none had ever smelled sweeter either.

Raising her eyes to his again, she didn’t even try to hide how touched she was by the gesture. He sounded so unsure and nervous, how she expected a boy might act on a first date, but she wouldn’t know from experience, that had never been her life. He wasn’t trying to buy her or woo her; they weren’t an apology or a distraction. “You bought me flowers,” she said again. Not because he felt he had to, not because he had any particular purpose in mind, but because he wanted to, because he wanted to thank her, because he thought she might like them. She wasn’t sure his exact reason, wasn’t sure what had possessed him to do this, but it was absolutely perfect.

Walking around the counter she placed her free hand on his cheek and kissed him softly, letting him feel how much it meant to her. “They’re beautiful.” You’re beautiful.

After long seconds of uncertainty and calling himself a idiot over and over, Clint's breath of relief was definitely a loud one. In many aspects, Natasha wasn't like most other woman, she didn't like most of these things you always saw on TV or something. From the very beginning he had had to be very mindful not to trigger her with something that belonged to the bad sides of their job, or to a past that she had long left behind.

The last minutes had been a silent prayer that she would know what he wanted to tell her. Which was always the same. He wanted to make her smile. Make her feel good. And today, tell her how much it meant to him what she did for him.

Her kiss let that tense pressure in his stomach vanish immediately. He gladly wrapped his arms around her and allowed himself to drown in it, with half closed eyes, still watching her, because really, he never got tired of her smile. With his forehead gently resting against hers, he returned it, with all the affection, the admiration, the deep passion he felt for her. And the simple, deep joy of being with her. Being able to do this for her, to do things for her that made her happy.

"Anytime", he finally murmured, still blushing a little.

Natasha moved her arms to wrap lightly around his shoulders, the bouquet of flowers still dangling from her hand. Whenever he called her perfect she protested it, but she thought she finally understood when he said she was perfect to him. Clint certainly wasn’t without his faults, but in moments like these when he still managed to surprise her she knew he was perfect; perfect to her; perfect for her.

She didn’t know what else to say so she just let herself enjoy his presence, his closeness, and that happy smile on his face. He was still blushing, and it made her smile even wider and move to press her lips to his warm cheeks.

Of course then the buzzer sounded to interrupt the moment. “Food,” Natasha said, pulling back to look at Clint again. “Why don’t you get a movie set up and I’ll get the door?” And find something to put her flowers in. Even though they were leaving tomorrow she could enjoy them tonight. Maybe she could even hang them to dry somewhere while they were away so the flowers would be preserved whenever they returned.

The sound of the doorbell reminded Clint of his empty stomach. He used the time while Natasha went to get their food, to decorate the sofa table with two wine glasses and the needed dishes and came up with an untouched bottle of red vine from the kitchen. Perfect for a quiet evening.

He grabbed for one of the movies in his brand new box pretty blindly and grinned when it turned out to be the last with Pierce Brosnan. Not his very favorite Bond but they had the most fun potential, that much was for sure.

"Just when I was about to starve", he grinned when she joined him.

By now the street clothes had found the way to the floor and he hadn't bothered to put on a shirt again. He did have an idea, she wouldn't mind.

Setting her flowers carefully back on the counter, Natasha didn’t bother with shoes or a jacket, despite the fact that the hallways were much cooler than Clint’s apartment. Money in hand, she quickly descended the stairs, reaching the front door just as the delivery man pressed the buzzer to ring again. Her body was well covered in Clint’s baggy clothes, though the gust of air on her bare feet when she opened the door made her shiver. Trading the money for the bag of food, she thanked the man, bid him good night and locked the door again before rushing back up the stairs.

Reentering Clint’s homey space, she locked the door behind her before moving back to the kitchen. There wasn’t a vase to be found in Clint’s place, though she didn’t look very hard for one, instead settling for a rather large beer stein that would have to do. Filling it with water, she carefully placed her flowers in it before carrying it and the bag of food to the living room where Clint waited, looking rather appetizing himself, a fact she knew he was perfectly aware of.

“We can’t have that,” she said, placing the glass to one side of the table so as not to block the television. Taking a seat beside him, she pulled her legs up to cross them on the cushion and set the bag of food in her lap as she pulled several containers from it. “Good thing I ordered extras.”

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