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]

Even though Clint wasted no time in getting into the tub after her prompting, it didn’t escape Natasha’s notice that he was more than a little aroused himself from getting her off. It was one of those things that made Clint such an amazing lover: he got almost as much enjoyment out of pleasuring her as she did.

Catching the look he gave her she rolled her eyes and grinned at him in return. Pulling the bra off over her head and dropping it into the pile with their other clothes, she redid her ponytail into a messy, loose bun before stepping in and lowering herself into the tub across from him.

“I could get used to this,” she sighed contently, sinking low so only her head was above the water and stretching her legs out on either side of his.

[farmboyhawk]

"We should vote for a thing like that installed in every headquarter room", Clint agreed, still with that lazy grin on his face.

It had been just a short glimpse but he wouldn't ever get tired of the pleasure of Natasha's beautiful curves bare from all clothes. It always made him feel like a teenager seeing a naked woman for the first time. He convinced his libido - which thankfully was still kind of caught up in jet lag anyway - that now wasn't the time and kept his hands to himself for the moment.

There were other things to enjoy right now. Like watching Natasha's pale skin glow softly in the same bright light falling in through the window that he had just been admiring. See her relax in a way he hadn't often experienced it, free from the constant pressure of the next shooting or masquerade waiting. Things had fallen so naturally into place that he had to wonder why they had never done this before.

And at the same time he knew, of course, knew that the guy he had been before all this alien stuff wouldn't be here with her now, with the main concern being what there would be on his plate for lunch. For years - decades merely - there had been nothing but playing with the big guys on his plan. Doing his best, doing good for the world, chasing absolution for too many killshots he had taken without questioning. Playing the hero that no one had asked for.

Maybe he needed to be thankful for what happened in a way. At least it had woken him up from that illusion that a circus kid with a bow and an arrow could make a difference.

[study_in_scarlet]

“I don’t know about that,” Natasha replied, closing her eyes and resting her head back on the edge of the tub. “Do you really want to see all of our coworkers in little to no clothing in every room we walk into?”

She knew she should probably offering to return the favour, but Clint seemed rather relaxed already without it, and they never really worked that way. Usually they took their pleasure together, but sometimes they just gave it without agenda, expecting nothing in return. Besides, it wasn’t like she wouldn’t be good for it later, probably even before they got out of this tub. She was a tease, but she rarely left him wanting.

Very few people had seen her truly relax, mostly because it was something she rarely did. She could feign a perfect mask of relaxation, but Clint knew her too well to fall for it, so he knew this was the real thing. She would find it strange too if she let herself think about it, about the sequence of events that had led to them being here, but she didn’t think about it, didn’t think about anything; she just shut her mind off and let herself enjoy the moment, her toes idly brushing against Clint’s sides.

[farmboyhawk]

"Well, there are a few people I can think of who'd be interesting to look at. You know, for science matters."

He chuckled quietly to himself, eyes never leaving Natasha's face, and he found himself in love once more, with just the way she looked right now. With her lips slightly parted, a little red from the little encounter they had just had, where she probably had bitten down... Though he preferred to see her beautiful hair all wild and open flowing usually, that ponytail left her elegant features very clear, very young looking, without any make up or the usual frown when they had to prepare some kind of bullshit later on a day. With her eyes closed, there was a small drop of water caught in her lashes that he wanted to kiss away if he hadn't been so damn lazy.

He chuckled again when her toes found a ticklish spot - damn, he had thought she wasn't aware of that one - and moved his arm closer to his body to catch her ankle, tease her sole a little with just one fingertip.

[study_in_scarlet]

“Of course, but one in every room might be a bit excessive,” she said, eyes still closed. “We are meant to be prepared for anything at all times, but I don’t think that that is what anyone had in mind.”

She could feel his eyes on her, his gaze as warm as the sun that filtered in through the open window. She knew he was studying her, but he made no move to touch her until she found a spot that made him jump slightly and grab her ankle in his hand. Her face lighting up in a bright smile, she slowly opened her eyes to look at him. Most of her ticklish spots had been trained out of her as a child, but there were a few not so obvious ones that still lingered a little. Her foot was not one of them.

“What’s the matter, Barton,” she teased, raising her free leg to place her foot flat right on the middle of his chest.

[farmboyhawk]

"Just enjoying the view", Clint claimed, grinning widely, full teeth and everything.

The mood was shifting and he didn't mind at all, preferred it in fact to things becoming too melancholic. It was so much more interesting, running his fingertips all over the soft, smooth skin of her foot, on a half-hearted hunt for at least the smallest ticklish point. When he couldn't find any, his touch shifted to a more tender nature, palm and fingertips gently working all these sensitive points he had gotten to know over the weekend, the ones had had her sigh and purr.

"Trying to keep me on distance, red?", he asked in a deliberate low voice, muscles right there where she had her foot placed contracting and releasing enough for her to feel.

[study_in_scarlet]

Natasha sighed contently when his touch became less fleeting and more tender. When they were at work or out in public they were perfectly capable of keeping their hands to themselves. They could go days without so much as a brush of hands, but here, alone... it was like they had developed an addiction and needed to be in close contact, or at least close enough that they could be in contact, at all times. Maybe it was just because they could, because they didn’t have to hid nor be professional, but whatever it was she wasn’t complaining.

Raising her eyebrows at him when he flexed his muscles under her foot, she sank lower in the water until her chin touched the surface, her eyes never leaving his.

“You said you were enjoying the view, and since you see better from a distance I thought I was helping,” she said, innocently.

[farmboyhawk]

"That's so very considerate of you."

There was just a hint of a dangerous glow in Clint's eyes, matching his impish smile.

Without letting go off her foot, he reached for her other leg with his free hand and carefully nudged her to stretch it, so the elegant narrow line of her foot was resting right by his shoulder now. Close enough to rub his cheek along her ankle and lower, his breath ghosting over her skin where water and thin layers of foam remained. The latter he chased away with small, playful blows, watching the water dry on her skin.

Carefully taking hold of her ankle with both hands, light enough for her to pull back anytime, he ran his lips softly along her sole, small caresses and kisses until he reached the fragile joints of her toes. With a soft, seductive purr on his lips he continued his administrations, just little teasing kisses here and there before he finally closed his mouth around one of her toes, nibbling and sucking gently.

[study_in_scarlet]

Natasha saw that look, she knew that look, and she drew her bottom lip between her teeth as he started his gentle attack. The stubble on his cheek scratched her skin, and as he blew away the water she shivered.

Leaving her foot against his shoulder where he left it, she watched him turn his full attention to the other, his lips soft against her skin. Feet were not something she had ever thought of as sexy, but watching him suck her toe into his mouth, watching his lips close around it and him nibbling her skin... that was a fetish she thought she might just be able to get into, especially if he kept making noises like that.

Clint was always telling her how hot she was, but she wondered if he knew just how mutual that feeling was. “Trying to turn me on again?” she asked, one corner of her lips curving upward.

[farmboyhawk]

"Me? Just stirring the appetite a little."

Clint's smile was one of pure innocence. He looked up just long enough to return that smirk and turned his attention to the next toe then.

His hands weren't getting lazy either, continuing these light strokes, massages and caresses he had learned her to like. Fragile joints gently rolled between calloused fingertips into complete relaxation. Muscles threatened to cramp easily from Natasha's heavily leg-driven fighting style, coaxed into giving in without any force. All the while, while he was discovering every small inch of her sweet little toes with the tip of his tongue and the edge of his teeth, small wet sucking noises taking turns with deep sighs.

It was a new, playful kind of intimacy, just perfect for a little fun in the middle of the day. But he could hardly deny it kept on provoking that fire burning, ever since he had gotten a taste of her before.

Nothing that couldn't be ignored. For the moment he was far more interested in needling Natasha a little, getting her to squirm and sigh for him. He could wait, really. Probably deserved it too, for all that cockiness he kept on teasing her with since yesterday... The reminder of Natasha's outstanding revenge had him shift just an inch in his half lying position, but he bravely fought it down. Priorities.

[study_in_scarlet]

“Mm, right,” Natasha replied, clearly not believing that innocent look for a second.

It felt so good having his hands on her, massaging her just the way he knew would relax her completely, while his hot mouth on her toes had her squirming just slightly and wanting more. Not even the smallest millimeter of skin went without attention and she shifted to sit up a little so she could rest her head back against the edge of the tub again. Of course she knew he was teasing her, trying to get a reaction, and while it was tempting to act completely unaffected, instead she thought going the other direction would be a much more fun way to tease him back.

“That feels good,” she purred, closing her eyes and arching her back so that her breasts neared the surface of the water. Letting out a soft sigh, she ran on hand across her chest above them.

[farmboyhawk]

"Not done with you yet, red", Clint murmured in a low voice when she slipped away just a few inches to sit up. While it would have been more than tempting to have more of her body revealed out of the surface, he had soon taken a great liking to the way she shifted and sighed under his mouth, and he wanted more of that.

So instead of letting go, he turned his attention to her other foot now, repeating the process of drying and cleaning her with his teasing breath. The rough of his cheek tickled her skin until he started sucking her big toe slowly into his mouth again. The tip of his tongue playing along the sharp edge of her nail, he concentrated the caressing of his thumbs and forefingers even more gently than before. Especially around that one foot muscle that had been chewed up pretty bad on one of their missions.

His eyes were completely on her upper body by now though, low, longing growls vibrating on her skin as she teased him with her wandering hand.

"Gonna touch yourself for me, beautiful? Tell me how good it feels?"

[study_in_scarlet]

Oh, she had no doubt about that. When Clint got started he was never done with her until she was completely satisfied.

He moved his attention to her other foot, so she dropped the first back under the water to rest against his thigh, letting out another quiet sigh when he once again sucked and licked at her toes while his hands gently massaged her flesh. She still had his attention, though, as evidenced by the low growls emanating from his throat.

“You would like that, wouldn’t you,” she said, her hand dropping a little lower to just skim the surface of the water but going no further. “You like to watch me touch myself, don’t you? You want to see me make my nipples hard, and squeeze them until I make myself gasp. Is that what you want?”

[farmboyhawk]

"Oh fuck."

And there went all playfulness out of the window. By now he should really know better than to challenge Natasha... Except it was too much fun to let it be.

From making her squirm a little and memorize for later pleasure in his mind, how cute she looked all wet and foam covered, with her cheeks flushed and her body right on the edge between excitement and arousal... This now pretty much turned to his own body being on full alert, just from the sound of her voice. That look in her eyes, the refusal to play along like a good girl any longer and rather turn the tables on him.

God, he loved it when she was like that.

Another time maybe he would have played it cool now, shrug it off and let go off her to needle her further, but there was still this strange, seldom urge smoldering inside, of wanting to belong, to serve for a little while. Of letting go completely.

So instead of giving the cocky answer she probably expected, he took his mouth off her after a tiny, tender kiss on the tip of her toe and stared at the game of her hand completely unashamed while he kept on caressing her ankle and sole.

"Yes... please. Let me see you touch yourself."

[study_in_scarlet]

And just like that the power shifted. It didn’t take much, just that change in her tone and a few dirty words, and the excitement he had felt earlier returned full force. It was always satisfying to find she could get his motor revving that quickly and easily.

She expected him to tease her back, to either try to regain control or to step up the dirty talk another notch, so when he agreed and asked her so nicely, even adding a ‘please’ in there, her eyebrows raised before she smiled softly at him. “Since you asked so nicely...” she said, finally letting her hand slip below the surface of the water, her other raising up to join it. Had he reacted as expected she would have drawn it out further, but instead she rewarded him. Grasping her breasts in her hands she pushed them up and together so he could clearly see her squeezing them none-too-gently before pushing them flat and pressing the heel of her palms hard against her already stiffening nipples. Letting out a low moan for his benefit, her toes twitched against his thigh and shifted just a little higher.

[farmboyhawk]

A hoarse groan escaped Clint's lips, his eyes all but glued to her chest and the work of her strong small hands there. It was too easy imagining her like that in the many lonely days, weeks, months often when they couldn't see each other, bringing herself some pleasure to get through long nights. It was certainly a picture he would take with him for such nights. He could hardly deny he really had a thing for her breasts, and seeing Natasha work them so expertly now, still half out of sight was both highest pleasure and torture.

"Are you imagining that's my hands on you?", he growled, palms slipping up her calf, teasing the back of her knee for emphasis. "Want you to think how it feels when I have my fingers on your nipples... Get them all hard for me, think of having my mouth there..."

Talking her further into arousal became harder by the second with her foot making its way into dangerous areas. There was no way he could keep his leg from bending, giving her better access, even while he watched her fingers leave delicious reddened marks on her wonderful pale curves.

[study_in_scarlet]

Natasha’s leg jerked slightly when Clint’s hand reached the back of her knee, a little too close to one of those few ticklish areas she tried so hard to keep secret. She instantly let out a long moan to distract him, though with his eyes so fixated on what she was doing it was highly likely he hadn’t even noticed her momentary lapse.

“It’s always your hands,” she replied in that low, sultry tone that she knew drove him wild. “Whenever we’re apart, and I need to take the edge off...” She twisted her nipples between her fingers before catching them between her knuckles like he so often did. “I always imagine your hands, and your mouth.”

It was the complete, honest truth. Most people in relationships will fantasize about others; the man they passed on the street, the checkout girl at the store, that famous celebrity in their underwear. Most people fantasized about what they didn’t have, but that wasn’t how Natasha worked. Physical attractiveness had never been the driving factor for her. Of course she found Clint incredibly attractive, but it was the trust, the love, that made the sex so great. When her and Clint had first crossed that line from partners to lovers it hadn’t been exclusive, but sex with others after him just hadn’t measured up. Even before she had fallen in love with him she had trusted him, and that factored heavily into it. He also knew her better than anyone, knew when to push her and when to back off; knew what subject to broach and what ones to leave for her to introduce. Eventually she had stopped trying with anyone else, something she had confessed to him shortly thereafter over a few drinks. Not one of her finer moments but it had worked out in the end.

Feeling his leg shift beneath her foot she took the invitation, sliding around just enough to nudge his balls with her toes.

[farmboyhawk]

"Damn..."

Her name was just a whisper on his lips now. Dirty talking about this, provoking her into fantasizing about him was one thing.

Knowing that she was spending her nights alone indeed with the memory of his touch, did more than just leave him hard and longing for her in seconds. He had never taken her for granted, not one day in their relationship, no matter its nature.

Being with her had long been only a well treasured dream, a fantasy kept hidden deep in his heart. It had been fairly difficult to dream of anything else when he had been burning for her so much. The few woman - and that one guy in a long night of too much vodka - over the years had hardly served as a good distraction from something he had never expected to turn into the close relationship they had now.

Tasha... had always been there in the back of his head, something he had committed his life to in more than one way. Since being a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent hardly left you with much desire or possibility to do other commitments like a family anyway, that had been enough. That exclusivity was pretty much mutual, and having it confirmed... It left his heart beating hard and fast in his chest for more than one reason.

He just had to bend down to kiss the top of her foot again, while his hands made their way along her leg just as softly, moving away from that little sensitive spot he had well memorized for another time of teasing her. Right now teasing her was the very last thing on her mind.

"You're the only one for me too, you know", he murmured, sighing, purring quietly with rising pleasure when her foot found easily a most sensitive body part. But for the moment he didn't try move closer to her or encourage her for more. He was completely satisfied watching her getting aroused by just being with him and knowing, they were made for each other in more than one way.

[study_in_scarlet]

Opening her eyes to meet his again, she could see his every emotion right there on display. They each had a myriad of faults, and they were far from perfect, but they were perfect together, perfect for each other, and that was all that mattered.

“I know,” she said, and it wasn’t because of any sort of ego or over confidence; she knew because of how he looked at her, how he spoke to her and touched her. She knew it with every fibre of her being because he displayed it with ever fibre of his.

Stopping her ministrations, she shifted her feet to his sides, hooking her toes behind his back and giving him a little nudge while crooking her finger at him, beckoning him closer. It was fun to tease him and put on a show, but why touch herself when she had him to do that for her? Maybe another time when she was in a more dominant mood she could tie him up and let him watch while being able to do nothing about it, but right now she was much more interested in kissing him.

[farmboyhawk]

There were some orders Clint gladly followed. Especially when they included pulling a naked Natasha into his arms. When their lips met, it was surprisingly calm, controlled. He brought his hands under her body easily and lifted her to sit comfortably on his thighs and it was more than nice, feeling her warm and bare against him, but the urge wasn't overwhelming. He much rather enjoyed it feeling her soft wet skin against his closely, gently exploring her mouth with his, just the tender touch of lips seeking lips and her beloved face, her smile so close.

"Can I touch you?", he finally asked quietly when they parted, still a little out of breath with that lingering pleasure humming beneath. If she rather wanted to relax further, it was fine with him, but there were temptations hard to resist after all.

[study_in_scarlet]

She could touch herself all she wanted and pretend it was him, but nothing compared to his kiss, and that was something she couldn’t even pretend to recreate. Sliding her arms loosely around his neck when he settled her on his lap, Natasha enjoyed the soft, gentle nature of the kisses. She could still taste the lingering flavour of her own juices on his tongue and she smiled against his lips, though only truly stopping when they needed air.

His question wasn’t pleading nor demanding, it simply was, and she knew that if she said no that he wouldn’t push the subject; more than that, he would be perfectly fine with it. “Yes,” she said, kissing him again before leaning back a little so he could have full view and full access. “Anywhere you want.”

[farmboyhawk]

There were these nights when they would tease each other for hours, exotic experiments, rides of pleasure and pain, dragged out orgasms... Both their bodies whipped into adrenaline heights that left no room for clear thinking, for memories, for the usual weight on their souls, until they would all but black out in each other's arms.

And then there were moments like this when there was no game on at all, no need to escape the world violently. Just two people falling for each other again and again, treasuring and spoiling the gift of the other's body. In such moments Natasha didn't really have to do more than offer herself like that, with that inviting tone in her voice, to make his brains short circuit in a whole different way.

She was just too fucking gorgeous.

He was longing for her and there was no way she wouldn't feel it, close as they were now. But instead of doing something about that right away, he took her offer gladly and let his hands roam her skin, softly flushed from both the bath and the thrumming arousal never quite going away. He molded her legs gently in a tight embrace behind his back so her crotch was closely pressing into his, leaving him just harder against her, quickening breath ghosting over her skin when he pressed his face against her neck.

Just as slow he made his way back up until her sweet small butt cheeks melted into his caressing hands, another shudder going through his heated lower body when their embrace tightened. With one hand softly keeping her close right there, the other traced the fine line of her back, pulling her against him until her glorious full breasts were trapped right between their quickly rising and falling chests. Her nipples were still hard against his skin, tempting him to flicker his fingertips over them playfully while his mouth went back to seeking hers. With her lower lip gently held between his teeth, he sought her her gaze, his smile shining through his eyes.

God, he was fucking crazy for her.

[study_in_scarlet]

He treated her so reverently, worshipping her body with his eyes and his hands, and it made her heart beat a little faster because she knew how much he meant it, how much he enjoyed just touching her.

Obediently wrapping her legs around him and pressing herself close, she pressed a soft kiss to his temple as he nuzzled against her neck. He pulled her closer, his touch forever gentle, and she let out a quiet sigh and practically melted into the embrace, her arms tightening around his shoulders just slightly. She could feel his heart beating against her chest, feel her own answering back, and when he paused with her lip trapped between his teeth she opened her eyes to find him gazing back at her. His eyes were always so expressive, and right now they were filled with pure love and happiness. She hoped he could see the same in hers.

God, she was so fucking in love with him.

[farmboyhawk]

It was only the smallest of movements, of his hand moving away from that little teasing game with her sensitive nipple, wandering upwards to pull her in for a deeper, long kiss. Just shifting back against the tub wall to have her lean more comfortably against him, which had her bare middle rub just tighter against him.

Just like that the spell wasn't exactly broken but it had to make more space for less ethereal, more primal feelings, drowning in his short moan and the way his hardened length twitched against her immediately.

"Want you", he murmured, a little out of breath, when he was done ravaging her mouth with his tongue, dueling hers down in a fierce, quick dance deep in her waiting mouth.

Still nothing but a yearning, turned on request, leaving her the option to say no anytime, but fuck, she was so close now, slick and wet against him from water foam and maybe a little of their game... He needed to feel her, experience this close, natural form of attraction that had drawn them to each other from day 1 on once more.

One hand still comfortable resting on the small of her back, it was already making its way between her spread legs from behind. Joining that tight heat of body parts rubbing together until playful fingertips were making their way around her soft, smooth flesh, massaging, teasing, never quite coming close to enter her as if waiting for permission. His mouth had found the way back to the side of her throat, placing kisses on every of the bruises he had left on her without even coming close of adding a new one.

[study_in_scarlet]

The kiss turned from slow and teasing to demanding and heated, a change that Natasha welcomed readily. She felt him twitch against her and held him tighter, kissed him harder, until they were both gasping for air.

Two words were all he spoke, his hand already slipping deep under the water to tease her and make damn sure she was just as interested as he was. Grinding against him, she pushed back against his waiting fingers, giving him access, giving him permission, giving him anything he wanted. Closing her eyes as his kisses turned gentle again against her neck, she ran one hand up to cup the back of his neck, encouraging him to continue. Two words were all he spoke, but she only needed one to answer, her breath playing across his ear. “Yes,” she said before catching his earlobe between her lips and sucking on it gently.