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]

Natasha was used to traveling, had spent a good part of her life en route from one place to the next, but that didn’t mean she actually enjoyed it. She liked seeing other parts of the world, but the actual travel part was tedious and uncomfortable. Getting a long, hot shower to wash away the grimy feeling that travel left, and crawling into bed sounded really good right about then.

She agreed to Clint’s suggestion with a smile and a nod. Finishing her coffee she got to her feet, stretching a little, before reaching for his hand again to hold as they walked. She wanted to keep him close, just in case, she she also secretly enjoyed the normalcy of the action. “We could play ‘I Spy’ with the types of planes,” she said, smirking at the choice of words. It would hardly be a challenge, though; they could both identify every aircraft out there in their sleep.

[farmboyhawk]

"Yep, and if we power up the game with the year of construction, I'll actually have a chance of beating you for once", Clint grinned.

It continued the way it had started on the weekend. Just a few minutes after another of these uncomfortable situations, when his throat felt suddenly too tight and his skin started to crawl, they were back to joking. Back to relaxing.

He couldn't remember them ever holding hands like this outside of a job but he certainly didn't mind. From time to time he caressed Natasha's skin softly with his thumb and threw her a smile as they walked, to show her things were okay. That he had found his balance back for the moment.

Being in the middle of a crowd still wasn't his favorite place but then again, it had never been. A few minutes of fresh air on the viewing terrace really sounded nice now.

Still he slowed down for a moment when they passed a quiet, nearly empty corner with slot machines, where a familiar logo caught his eye, and his smile grew immediately.

"Nice. They've got a Pac-Man multiplayer. Haven't seen one of these in ages. There was one in the first orphanage Barney and me were in. Didn't work half of the time, but when it did, we were addicted to it. He always let me win."

[study_in_scarlet]

“A small chance,” she teased, feeling her unease settle a little at his grin. She didn’t know if she was helping, encouraging the lightheartedness when there was still so much darkness within him, but this was hardly the place to talk about any of it. They could do all the talking he needed to once they got to their destination, but she knew him. Over the weekend he had opened up to her, but she knew he had to do so in small doses.

It was strange just wandering along, hand in hand, without it being a cover, but despite the odd feeling Natasha found herself enjoying it. It was rare they got to be normal in public, they didn’t really do normal, but maybe they could, maybe this time away they could learn how. Not everything had to be about the job, and not everything had to be guarded and kept secret. They could show each other off, they didn’t have to pretend there was nothing between them. It would take some time to get used to, but they could just be.

On the way to the viewing terrace, Natasha ended up a step ahead of Clint when he slowed to a stop outside of a small arcade. Looking back at him she was pleased to see such a wide smile on his lips, though his words surprised her. He didn’t talk about Barney often, nor the early years of his childhood in general. Her smile was soft and genuine, feeling happy and privileged that he would share this little glimpse into his past with her.

“I assume you were better at shooting games,” she said. In all honesty, she didn’t know much about Pac-Man or any other game; games were not something she had been allowed in the Red Room, nor something she’d had much experience with before meeting Clint. He had since introduced her to gaming at home, but not the old fashioned arcade games.

[farmboyhawk]

"Not necessarily."

Clint's smile remained, though a hint of bitterness and melancholy mixed in it.

"Technically, Barney is the better shooter of the two of us. He takes less compromises. He doesn't say no."

He tried to shrug the new tension in his shoulders off and made another step to leave the arcade behind, this new surge of memories that actually wasn't such a bad one and still always seemed to turn into one.

Did it really have to be this way? Nothing in his past the he could think of without blame, anger, blood? If he didn't want that, he had to work to make it stop, that was what he just told Natasha. Move on from the bad memories, make up for his own shit and try to replace the rest with good ones. Maybe this place was as good to continue this mission as any.

Instead of passing the arcade by, he suddenly turned, still holding Natasha's hand, and pulled her through the glass doors inside, already searching for some change in his pockets.

"Ladies first..."

Taking a small, mocking bow, he pointed at the seat of the mentioned multiplayer.

"That way you get to choose your pac-man too. Don't take the female one if you don't want to wear a ribbon on your head."

[study_in_scarlet]

Natasha wasn’t sure whether to inwardly kick herself or to just sigh when she seemed to say exactly the wrong thing. She settled for a little of both. “Not saying no doesn’t make anyone a better shooter. I would argue that you are better because you only take the right shots.”

If Clint didn’t compromised, didn’t say no, then she wouldn’t be here today, and she refused to believe that that made him inferior in any way.

Moving to continue on their walk, she was surprised when he suddenly turned and pulled her into the arcade. For the briefest moment her instinct was to pull away but she let him lead her, his sudden enthusiasm both intriguing and amusing. Stopping just beside the game in question, Natasha gave him a look like he’d lost his mind before chuckling and shaking her head.

“I think you would look better with a ribbon than me,” she said, her eyes lingering on his a moment before she gave in and took her seat.

[farmboyhawk]

"Yeah, I'll suggest it on the next undercover mission."

Grinning, Clint threw his non existent long hair back over his shoulder and filled the machine with a few coins then. Better to stick to joking around than get back to that other hurtful subject.

If he still would want to answer to Natasha's remark, he could have told her that he definitely didn't always make the right choice, the right shot. And the ones he had done wrong, had been the worst mistakes of his life.

Save for that one back then that had gone through her shoulder instead of her throat or her heart, and this was one of the few things he couldn't regret. The rest... was for another time, when they weren't trying to have fun.

He stood close enough behind her to breathe in the smell of her hair, nudge his cheek against her temple for a moment when he leaned over her to help her get started with the few settings.

"Well then, good luck and don't get eaten or it's my turn", he grinned when the countdown was on and the first bunch of ghosts appeared in the labyrinth behind the pac-man. Instead of stepping away, he rested his his hands on Natasha's waist, making use of the remoteness of their corner, and teased her with light caresses. "I'm not distracting you, am I?"

[study_in_scarlet]

Natasha rolled her eyes at his antics, but she did so with a smile. He didn’t let his silly side out to play as often as he used to, so she was glad to see it whenever he did.

She was sure he didn’t have to stand behind her while he set the game up and gave her the few instructions, and he definitely didn’t have to touch her, but she certainly wasn’t going to argue when he did. Soon she was ready to go, though, and with her hand on the joystick she was all business as the countdown ran.

Of course he wasn’t about to play fair, though, and Natasha narrowed her eyes slightly as his warm hands encircled her waist. “Not a bit,” she replied, her focus on the game as she started to move the little pie-shaped character around the screen, chomping on dots and avoiding ghosts.

[farmboyhawk]

"No? Maybe I have to try harder then."

Clint slipped two fingertips casually under the hem of her shirt to tease her side and belly, casually keeping an eye on the door to make sure, they were still unwatched.

"Focus training and all... Can't let get you rusty."

He chuckled just a little too close to her throat to tickle her with his breath and left a quick kiss there.

[study_in_scarlet]

Natasha became more and more determined by the moment not to let Clint throw her off, which she knew would only make him more determined to do just that. She was perfectly okay with that.

“Oh, so this is all for my benefit,” she said, shifting the joystick rapidly and just barely avoiding one of the ghosts. “Of course it couldn’t simply be your method of cheating.” He really wasn’t playing fair, letting his breath and his lips move so briefly over her skin.

[farmboyhawk]

"Cheating is such a bad word for turning the odds in your favor..."

This time he whispered it into her ear, again just short enough to let her feel the touch before he backed away. His hand had settled warm and unmoving on her belly, fingertips just teasing along the hem of her pants from time to time, bumping the button.

"I'm impressed by your maneuvering skills, Agent Romanoff. This will come in handy when I start teaching you how to fly."

[study_in_scarlet]

An involuntary shiver ran through Natasha’s body as Clint’s breath played over her ear. It was one of her sensitive spots, which of course he knew, and he never failed to use it to his advantage. “Call it whatever you want, it always ends in payback,” she replied a little too sweetly.

He did back off a little after that, though, with his hands just settling comfortably against her, and Natasha became completely engrossed in the game. His voice almost startled her when he spoke again but she didn’t flinch and didn’t falter.

“Fly?” she repeated, the offer catching her by surprise. “Fly what?”

[farmboyhawk]

"Seem to remember I offered you sometime on the weekend how to get your ass out of situations without a pilot", Clint murmured, too close to her ear again, to provoke another of these sweet little shivers. "I don't make any promises, you know. And seeing how well you handle a joystick, it won't take long for you to become a professional."

In fact she was doing so well that his attempts to distract her didn't show any effects at all. Time for some more provocations, it seemed.

After another quick glance over his shoulder, he slipped his fingertips under the hem of her pants, making sure, his sleeve and her shirt covered everything. With the thin fabric of her panties between his fingertips, he tugged on it just lightly from time to time, to unsettle Natasha just a little more without really doing anything.

[study_in_scarlet]

Now that he mentioned it she remembered the conversation, but it hardly seemed relevant at the moment. Their vacation had barely started, so even thinking about going back to work was not something she had expected from him so soon. It was encouraging that he was considering any part of that prospect in a good light.

“It is definitely a skill I wouldn’t mind adding to my arsenal,” she replied truthfully, trying to ignore how his voice rumbled in her ear. “And with you as my instructor how could I refuse?” Another level had started and she attacked it with gusto. So focused was she that she didn’t even jump on the obvious euphemism that could be drawn from his praising of how she handled the stick. It wouldn’t benefit her at this point to goad him on.

Apparently she didn’t need to. Apparently just by doing well in the game and not rising to the bait was all it took to make him step up his own game.

Sucking in a breath when he tugged at her panties, drawing the material tight against her, Natasha clenched her jaw and glared harder at the screen. It was getting harder to concentrate.

[farmboyhawk]

"Careful, red", Clint chuckled when Natasha escaped just barely two ghosts closing in on her, barely managing to eat one of these cute magic pills that made her player invulnerable. "We don't want anything bad to happen to that little guy."

Of course he had noticed her little startling and made it his job to see it again soon, fingertips idly caressing over the smooth material of her panties, nails scratching lightly. His face was just close enough to hers to tease her sensitive skin with the hint of stubble on his cheeks.

[study_in_scarlet]

The little super pills were Natasha’s favourite part, where for a few seconds she could turn the tables and hunt the ghosts instead of the other way around. That last one had been a close call, though.

“Oh, we don’t?” she replied, because he was certainly doing what he discretely could to make her lose. She tried to show no reaction, but he was so tuned into her body by now that even the slightest skip of her pulse or clench of her muscles was noticeable. “Because I feel like that is exactly what you want.”

He hadn’t shaved this morning, and she delighted in the feel of his stubble against her skin in spite of everything. Of course she wanted to win, but the way his fingers teased her while his stubble scratched her cheek made her want a whole lot of other things too.

[farmboyhawk]

"Just testing your resistance level. Call it collateral damage if we lose little on the way."

Clint didn't let himself be stopped even a second, instead lowered his lips to her shoulder for a few feather light kisses. His hand on her lower belly got more busy, constantly teasing and rubbing her panties tightly against her crotch now.

"Of course, if you want me to stop...."

[study_in_scarlet]

“Always trying to keep me on my toes. Can’t allow me to become complacent,” she said, biting her lip a little when he started kissing her shoulder.

Natasha could withstand all sorts of torture and never lose her focus, but this was a whole new level of torture, one that she didn’t particularly want to resist, or at least her body didn’t. In her past, before S.H.I.E.L.D., if she had ever let anyone touch her as part of a seduction it had never affected her focus. They were just men, marks, and her body a weapon that could not be triggered by anyone she didn’t want. With Clint it was entirely different. She loved him, she trusted him, and she had never been so helplessly attracted to a man before in her life. He knew what she liked, and knew exactly how to get the reactions he wanted. With him she could completely relax and let herself be helpless to his touch.

Except right now this was about winning, and she wouldn’t win if she gave him, and even admitting that she needed him to stop sounded like defeat.

“I... mmm,” she couldn’t suppress the slight moan when he picked up the pace, giving her no room to breath between his ministrations. It took all of her will power to keep her eyes from closing, and she was grateful for the brief reprieve after completing a level as she waited for the next one to load. “I didn’t say that.”

[farmboyhawk]

"Good."

Clint stopped his kisses just for this small whisper and continued on Natasha's neck then, slowly nearing her ear with every touch of his lips.

In the middle of public he couldn't touch her the way he longed for it when she made these irresistable little noises. When he knew, he was driving her crazy, making her feel and let go like no one had ever achieved it. Right now he felt a little like ripping her clothes open and let her feel his own skills with his hands while she was busy with this game.

Well, they would have to delay that to after their arrival. So he just kept up the little game of his fingertips halfway down her pants and put all the more enthusiasm in taking care of her ear. Starting with little kisses and caressing the thin skin with his lips, before he closed them softly around the lobe, gently sucking on it.

[study_in_scarlet]

He was getting a little more brazen considering they were only barely concealed - he has spotted the machine on their walk by, after all - but he knew better than to push it too far and make it too obvious. Not that he really needed too; it was getting harder and harder to concentrate as it was.

Still, she was holding her own until he sucked her earlobe into his mouth while tugging her panties up against her. For the briefest moment her eyes slipped closed with a quiet curse, and that was all it took. She missed a turn and the ghosts descended on the little Pac-Man, effectively ending her turn with a loud, horrendous burst of music. When she cursed again, in Russian, it wasn’t so quiet.

[farmboyhawk]

"Oops...."

Clint removed his hand carefully from Natasha's pants, not without another playful tug, and left another kiss on her neck just for good measure before he straightened up.

"Looks like it's my turn."

He decided not to comment on how sexy it sounded when she cursed in Russian - also he wasn't so sure his brains had translated correct what he was supposed to do with a camel - but just waited for her to make room for him, with a big shit-eating grin on his face.

[study_in_scarlet]

Loosing was bad enough, but no sooner had the screen reverted back to the menu when Clint was stepping away to leave her frustrated and turned on. This wasn’t a good combination.

Turning to face him, her eyes narrowed to slit as she took in the huge, smug grin he wore. “I guess so,” she said, the simple words sounding dangerous on her tongue, but not as dangerous as her smiled looked when she suddenly grinned back at him. “A kiss for good luck, then.”

She didn’t even try to be discrete when she stepped into his space under the pretense of just that, but instead of a quick peck on the cheek she nipped at his neck right over the bruise she had left on his skin yesterday, while simultaneously giving his crotch a healthy squeeze before abruptly stepping aside to let him at the controls. Let him keep a clear head with that on his mind.

[farmboyhawk]

Clint knew that particular smile of hers, of course, and he was pretty sure, he would be in trouble tonight... A thought just as unsettling as exciting. There was really no other person on this planet he'd choose for certain games of dominance and power every other night.

Right now it was still foreplay, though. And Natasha obviously didn't want to lose any time in showing him her kind of payback. It took just that little touch of her lips to a still sensitive place to leave his blood boiling at once, draw a quiet gasp from his mouth.

A sound that turned into a curse of his own quickly with that not so discreet next touch of hers. He quickly had to shift his mind to unpleasant things, like Fury's face in the morning when they had told him, they were on a leave with open end. Otherwise things would become embarrassing. Better, but his pulse racing under her lips still betrayed him.

He refused to give her the satisfaction of a comment, just raised an eyebrow at her, still grinning, and took his seat in front of the machine then. Off to round 2, obviously, with him now maneuvering the female pac-man which was a nice change actually. Not that he cut the little one any slack because of that.

He never played easy, and video games were no exception. When he was gaming, he always dived in head-first, full risk, with no regard of casualities at all. Aggression management or something, whatever, it helped winning most of the time, and that counted. Of course it also got him killed just as often, and more than once he had the police behind his players, even if he was just doing car racing.

At least that wouldn't happen here. And if that joystick wasn't as worn out as the one back then in that foster home, he was pretty sure, he could beat Natasha easily. At least he wouldn't go down without a fight...

[study_in_scarlet]

Natasha didn’t let her satisfaction at Clint’s reaction show. If he thought he was going to get away scot free then he was sorely mistaken, and now he knew that as well, not that she for one moment believed he hadn’t expected consequences. Perhaps he was even looking forward to them.

Pac-Man was not the only game being played her any longer.

Standing aside to let him take his seat, she waited until he had gotten started before moving to stand behind him, her hands resting on his shoulders. “The bow suits you,” she commented, thumbs pressing into his skin as she massaged his shoulders lightly. If she really wanted to win she could easily temporarily paralyze his arms, but that would hardly be enjoyable. He had set the stakes for the game and she would follow suit, though she preferred to ease in a little, let him anticipate what she might do.

[farmboyhawk]

"Told you, that will be my next undercover outfit. The drag queen will be for a nice change after all the dull rich guys."

Clint didn't look up even for a second between his chuckles, part of his mind was in complete operation mode. Some things you never forgot, it seemed, so the first two levels were ridiculously easy. That was where the fun started. He made it his job to race through the course in record time, chasing every blue point he could get to attack his enemies, and pretty much asking all of that small round joystick between his fingers when he fled around the next corner.

"Brave little girl", he grinned when his little yellow friend finished another round. "Reminds me of someone."

Natasha stayed surprisingly tame for that dangerous look in her eyes he had just caught, but he knew her well enough to be sure, she would be coming up with something to distract him soon.

[study_in_scarlet]

Natasha wasn’t sure if the image was funny or horrifying. With Clint’s body, the only way he could pull off a dress was when he pulled her dress off of her. Arms like those did not go well with a ball gown.

Settling in behind him, Natasha continued to gently massage his shoulders while she watched him play, taking in all his ticks and tells. “I always was good at escaping ghosts,” she said, one hand sliding over to brush lightly at the short hairs at the nape of his neck. He really was good at the game, and she was sure he would have had no problem beating her even if he hadn’t cheated, which meant she would just have to work that much harder to throw him off. He wasn’t falling at all for the first step of her leaving him apprehensive and expecting retaliation. Time to step it up a little.

“You were a very bad boy earlier,” she said, her voice dropping low as her thumbs pressed a little harder into his flesh. “When I get you alone again I may have to punish you.”