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 had a hard time believing that Clint had been anything less than Prince Charming, but then she was definitely biased. He had been her knight in shining armour, after all, not that their lives were anything like a fairytale. “Their loss,” she said simply.

Closing her eyes and scrunching her nose up just slightly when he kissed her on the forehead, she slowly opened her eyes again and raised her brows at him. This was definitely not their norm, especially not where anyone else might see them, but for tonight she was allowing it and, more than that, enjoying it. Just once she wanted to feel what it was like to be normal without it being a cover they put on to fool everyone. It was funny to think about it: when they were under cover was when they got to show how they really felt about each other, and when they were themselves was when they had to wear masks and hide it.

They fell into an easy silence, caught up in the music and the dance and the moment, and Natasha thought she could have been content to stay like this forever, and forever was not a term she threw around lightly. In the distance she could hear the rumbling of the approaching storm that had been forecasted, but it only seemed to add bass to the music. She watched Clint’s eyes while they traveled over her hair, her face, unable to quite grasp the look she saw within. It was almost reverent, like he thought she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life and that he couldn’t believe they were here right now. Then he spoke and she couldn’t help but laugh. That was the cheesiest, sappiest thing she had ever heard, and he said it with such sincerity.

“I don’t think it works that way. You’re a few years late, I’m afraid,” she replied. Though if it did, he would be hers as well.

That bright, carefree laughter definitely was the very best thing he had heard all week. Making Natasha laugh was one of his favorite hobbies. He counted it a full strike when it wasn't just one of her 'I'll smile because I can't kill you everytime'-grins. A good night indeed.

He had no desire going home just yet or letting her go for even a second, though that sounded suspiciously like heavy rain coming up. Instead he continued running his hand up and down her back, still under her shirt, to warm her from the cool night breeze, and kept his mouth just a little too close to her ear, as if to not let anyone else in this harmless daydream.

It made it easier too, to hide he wasn't entirely joking. Sometimes he indeed wished he'd met this woman much earlier in his life. That would have spared them both a great many years of pain.

"Why not? Don't challenge me. We have the music, the dance and the beauty queen right here. Just let me cut some roses for you from these bushes and then I'll take you to the fairy and win you a bunch of stuffed bears."

Edited Date: 2013-08-13 09:44 pm (UTC)

Adjusting her arm across his shoulders, Natasha stepped in a little closer and closed her eyes as they swayed to the music. She couldn’t quite describe how she felt in this moment, with his hand running soothingly along her back and his breath tickling at her ear, but she knew it was good. Content, certainly; happy, no doubt; but more than anything she felt alive... no, more than that she felt like she was living, because there was a difference, a big one.

Perhaps if they had met earlier they could have saved each other some pain, but Natasha was not one for regrets. There were many things in her life she was not proud of, but instead of looking back with regret she worked on absolving her debts; she could not change the past but she could mould her future. Had they met earlier who was to say they would have ever ended up like this? All our actions shape who we are, and they wouldn’t be the people they were today if anything had been different. Maybe he wouldn’t have made a different call, or maybe she wouldn’t have accepted it. No, she wouldn’t change anything if it would do anything to change this moment.

“Oh, is that what happens after prom?” she replied, the amusement clear in her voice. She didn’t point out that she was far from a beauty queen; she had never attended high school but from the movies it seemed like the prom queen was usually popular and cared only about how she was viewed by others. Of course this was a stereotype, but one that Natasha didn’t fall under. “The movies seem to skip the part with the fair.”

It was actually an appealing thought, to play the adoring girlfriend while Clint won her prizes. He was being ridiculous tonight, but she had no doubt he could pull it off.

"Wouldn't know about that. But where I come from, that's usually what happens when you're head over heels in love for a girl and desperately try to impress her."

Clint had long ago given up even lying about what he was feeling for this woman. It happened seldom that they could actually enjoy what was between them, but these emotions had never changed. This wasn't an evening for rules and restraints.
He didn't expect her to tell him anything like this, never had- he saw what he needed to know in her smile, in the way she was having fun when she was with him.
Still sometimes he wanted - needed - to say it out loud.

His lips came to rest on her forehead again, the silent promise and soothing she didn't need to say anything if she didn't want to.
Their steps had long found into a simple slow rhythm, as easy as their cooperation on any battlefield, and they still were completely alone save for their musician. He could enjoy it with half closed eyes, holding the woman in his arms so close he could feel her every muscle moving, her breathing against his chest, and he already knew this night would be long and exciting. But that was for later.

Edited Date: 2013-08-15 11:13 am (UTC)

It had taken Natasha a long time to accept that Clint loved her, that anyone could truly love her with they knew of her past, of the scars on her soul that would never fully heal. Clint knew them, though; not all of them, nobody knew them all, not even Natasha herself, but he knew enough to know her so when he said he loved her she knew he meant it.

It had taken her even longer to realise that she loved him back, that this feeling of complete and utter trust and security and affection that she felt for this man was love. She wasn’t a complete stranger to love, there had been others in her past but she had been barely more than a child then and after the pain it had caused her she had written love off as a childish notion, one she would never let herself feel again. Then Clint had come along and slowly but surely he had changed her mind.

She didn’t say it, at least not with words, because by the time she had realised that what she felt was love, she had also realised that there just weren’t words strong enough to truly express the depths of her feelings. So she told him with her smile, the look in her eyes, the press of her body to his. He reassured her that he didn’t need to hear it with a simple kiss on her forehead, but she promised herself that someday she would tell him because he deserved to hear it.

Moving in closer she settled her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes, just relishing in the moment and ignoring all else, even the first few drops of rain as they struck her face.

Not a moment later the music stopped as the musician scrambled to gather up the money and stuff it all into his pockets before safely stowing his guitar away again and making off quickly for shelter.

Clint had been all caught up in the relieved comfort her smile was giving him and the warm serenity of her head trustfully resting on his shoulder. So he only realized the rain had come faster than expected when the streetlights revealed a few drops glistening in Natasha's hair.

He let go off her waist for just long enough to wipe the wetness of her forehead, a silly, stubborn part of him not ready yet to let this moment end. But there really was no use, the sky was already opening right above them.

With a frustrated sigh, he moved to step away from her, bring her to the untidy moldy reality that his apartment, when really he wished for nothing more than hold precious minutes like this all night. And maybe a little longer.

"We should go, I guess."

And just like that the moment was broken and Natasha couldn’t help but feel a little frustrated that the weather report had lied, again, when it said that the rain wasn’t supposed to start until later that night. She wasn’t the only one, though, as she could practically feel the disappointment rolling off of Clint in waves.

“We should,” she agreed, but when he moved to step away the arm around his shoulders tightened and she pulled him in again. “But since when did we always do what we should be doing?”

Smiling up at him, she started to sway her body again despite the fact that there was no longer any music playing. They rain could be their symphony as it started to fall more steadily.

There must have been something in the water that restaurant had served, Clint thought with a surprised chuckle when Natasha snuggled back against him, ignoring that their clothes were soon starting to soak through. Not that he would complain. Gladly throwing his arms around her again, he all went with her rhythm, enjoying every of her full beautiful curves, every fibre of her body pressed against his.
Running his fingertips through her hair he watched her with just this soft smile, the trails the drops left on her face, her pale skin all but glistening in the strange light.
God, she was beautiful and he surely was the luckiest bastard alive to have her here. Her real self, not the Black Widow, not Natalia or Natalie, just Natasha and her rare pure smile.
"I better find a way to warm you up once we get home, huh?"
His other hand found its way under her shirt again, fingertips ghosting along her back, teasing the strap of her bra shortly. He found her shoulders more tense than they should be and vaguely remembered an unpleasant move during a fight on the last mission, a turn against every natural bending of her spine.
"How does a hot bath and a long massage sound?"

Edited Date: 2013-08-17 10:49 pm (UTC)

Natasha honestly didn’t know what had gotten into her but she felt light, free, and she wanted to hold on to that feeling for as long as possible.

Smiling at him as he ran his fingers through her hair, she relished in the contrast of his warm body against her while the cold rain fell all around them. His hands were wet on her skin and sent a shiver up her spine but she didn’t pull away, just trailed her fingers through his hair and down his neck, stopping to trace a nonsensical pattern there before sliding down his chest and around his back under his jacket.

“Sounds perfect,” she agreed. Leaning up to kiss him again she discovered more contrasts between his cold lips and his warm mouth. “We should probably go...”

"Soon. Got you, beautiful."
There were a few minutes left of walking through the rain and a gentleman had to go sure his lady wouldn't freeze right?

This was becoming a worse idea by the second, but having Natashas's hands on his body did such things to him. Her kiss was promising, deep, and he did his best to return the favor, teasing her with his tongue, sliding along her lower lip and touching hers, inviting her to play.

Holding her softly against him, his fingertips massaging the sides of his neck, his other hand sneaked in between their bodies, still under her shirt, to cup her breasts, pinching her nipples through the soft material of her bra.

Teenage night indeed, including hot making out in public.

It was almost adorable how neither of them wanted to be the first to break away and ruin the moment, if ‘adorable’ was a word that could ever be applied to two master assassins.

She let him deepen the kiss, leaning further into him. The rain was falling steadier now, but while others looked for shelter from the rain, Clint and Natasha took shelter in it. Nobody paid them any attention, too intent to keep themselves dry.

Despite being pressed against him, Clint managed to sneak a hand between them and Natasha just pushed herself further into his touch. Her nipples were already hard from the cold, and his rather insistent touch made her gasp against his mouth and pull back, pupils dilated as she looked at him with complete and utter desire. “Now,” she amended, nipping at his bottom lip. It was probably best they start their trek now, as she was pretty sure there would be several interludes along the way before they finally made it back to Clint’s apartment.

"As mylady wishes."

He winked at her playfully and gave her lower lip a last bite, not even trying to hide how much it turned him on to see her react like that, MAKE her react like that, with just a few touches. This would be an interesting night, that much was for sure.

After backing away from her reluctantly, he got out of his jacket and held it high above both their heads to have at least a little shelter from the rain. With his arm around Natasha's waist, he lead her to the park exit, the small brick building across the street that he had bought some time ago, keeping just the attic floor for himself.

Of course he couldn't resist letting his hand wander even as they walked, brushing along her side and finally sliding a few fingers into the back pocket of her jeans.

Natasha rolled her eyes at Clint’s words, but she still couldn’t quite keep the smile from her face.

She let him go just as reluctantly, but it was for the greater good, and the quicker they got back to his place the quicker they could continue this with less sodden clothing in the way. There might have been a bit of haste in their steps but they didn’t really hurry, not the way everyone else hurried around them.

Not willing to let him be the only one with wandering hands, she slid her own that rested at the side of his waist just up under the hem of his shirt, splaying wet, cold fingers against his skin.

"Tease."

He murmured it softly into her ear, making use of the short moment they had to stop before crossing the street, letting the rush hour pass through, to nibble on the edge of her ear.

His hand on the seductive firmness that was her ass, massaged her flesh hard enough for her to feel it even through her jeans. A low warm pressure had built deep inside right where she touched his skin. It was good thing her hands were cold or this might have ended embarrassing.

He couldn't hide that turned on grumble coming from his chest, though, or the need to hide his face in her hair, breathing against her ear and not giving shit if they could have long passed through the traffic or not.

"Fuck, I want you."

Natasha tried to remain stoic and unaffected now that they were out of the cover of the park and standing at a busy street. He was making it really damn difficult, though, with how hard he was grabbing her ass and with his hot breath against her ear. She breathed deeply, but there was the tiniest hitch in her breath at his words.

It wasn’t the first time a man had told her the exact same thing, not even the first time Clint had said it, but it was always different with him because she wanted him too, just as bad. That wasn’t the only reason, of course; there were much deeper reasons why it was different with him but she didn’t want to get into that now, not when she was trying to keep herself under control, or at least looking that way.

“Get me upstairs and you can have me,” she said, noticing that they had missed the walk light and would have to wait for the next one. “Any way you want me.”

"You really think we'll make it upstairs?"

He moved his lips even closer to her ear, to not let anybody in this very private conversation, though no one could hear them through the traffic noise anyway. Still he was very careful with this, never letting his hand glide deeper than her jacket could hide it, now that they had definitely some audience again.

It happened often enough they had to put on a show for people on a mission. When he had Natasha for his own, he wanted to keep her for his own.

That didn't mean, though, he couldn't tease her with his words while his hand continued to work her ass, moving to the other pocket of her jeans now. He just loved it when he could make her blush and he had a feeling he would succeed with it before that light turned green again.

"Because right now I more feel like pinning you right against that door over there as soon as it's closed. I'd just love to make you come right there, just with my hand between your legs..."

Edited Date: 2013-08-18 08:52 pm (UTC)

He was pushing his luck, but she couldn’t exactly blame him after her actions in the park. Normally Natasha was all about keeping their private lives private, but tonight she had given in, have let herself have a taste of what normal people did without worry or question. They had gotten a little carried away, and it seemed Clint was in the mood to push it as far as he could.

Natasha knew she could stop him with just a word and he would lay off and be the perfect gentleman until they were behind closed doors again, but as much as she didn’t want anyone noticing what was really going on with them, she would be lying if she said she wasn’t enjoying everything he was doing. Ultimately she didn’t stop him because she really didn’t want him to stop.

She sucked in a breath at his words, the faintest blush tinting her cheeks as her eyes moved to the door he was indicating. She didn’t say anything back, not when her words could be easily heard, her lips exposed for anyone to read. He had the advantage with his lips so close to her ear, and she was still determined to keep up appearances, so instead she dug her fingernails just lightly into his side and forced her eyes back to the light just as it turned.

Clint chuckled quietly, completely satisfied with this very healthy coloring of Natasha's cheeks and gave her ass another good squeeze as he lead her across the street, finally nearing that thing he humbly called his house.

The advantage of owning one definitely was knowing who was around and at which times, so he was nearly 100 % sure they had the whole weekend for themselves with no neighbors to watch or to listen... And he planned to make use of that.

He let go off Natasha just long enough to open the door for her and pulled her straight into his arms as soon as it closed, just like promised. The hallway was dark and silent, no reason to worry even if one or two students might have stayed for the weekend.
And right now he really couldn't care less.

A desperate, relieved moan escaped his lips when they crashed against hers and he could finally get his hands under her shirt without watching out for anyone.

Pushing her back against the door carefully enough, he let her feel very clearly what all this teasing had done to him and how very much worse it got now that he had her alone with him.

"God, Tasha... I wanted to do this all day."

His lips went back to her ear as he let one hand fall back to the back of her jeans, not stopping there now, though, but bringing his fingers right between her thighs to rub along her center.

She felt cold the second he pulled away, a shiver running through her now that she didn’t have his warmth pressed safely to her side. Luckily it only lasted long enough for him to get the door open and for them to pass through into the safety of his house. The door had barely closed behind them before he she was in his arms again, his mouth hungrily exploring hers, hands desperately roaming her body. Nobody else in her life would she have ever let manhandle her this way, not even for a mission, but she wanted Clint just as bad, and having had to endure his torturous actions outside when she couldn’t reciprocate, she was more than ready to tear his clothes off and devour him right here in the entryway.

Her hands moved under his shirt over his back, his abs; anywhere she could touch skin, and by the time he brought away to speak she was already gasping for breath.

“Mm, I can tell,” she replied, trailing one hand down to grab his ass and pull him flush against her. Oh yes, even through their jeans she could definitely tell how bad he wanted her.

Pressing her shoulders back against the door, she let out a low moan as he rubbed the seam of her jeans against her, causing her to jerk slightly at the friction. He really hadn’t been kidding.

His head was still on his shoulders, that probably meant he hadn't overstepped any boundaries. The playful mood was still on, and he meant to keep it on.

No matter how much he felt like tearing his and her clothes off right away, that was for later, for the intimacy of their private space. Right now he just wanted to make her feel good... thank her for this wonderful day outside every duty that wasn't even over yet.

It needed some willpower to move away from her firm grasp on a body part more sensitive than he ever liked to admit. But it definitely was worth it, bringing his hand around her body to part her legs, enjoy her heat before he had really touched her.

"Feels like you're liking this..."

One hand softly buried in her hair again to keep her head away from the door, he lowered his lips to her neck, gently sucking and licking the sensitive skin, drowning in her scent once more, while he was busy with opening the buttons of her jeans. Definitely too many of them.

Again, definitely worth it. Her heat welcoming his caressing fingers drew another deep moan from his lips and added to the need pulsating in his groin. Knowing it was him that she wanted, turned him more on by the second, before she had even put her hands on him.

Leaving her panties were they were, he slowly worked his hand deep inside her jeans, drawing idle circles with his fingertips just to tease her a little longer.

As much as she wanted to keep him pressed hard against her she allowed him the space to move his hand between them. Shifting her feet she stepped them apart to give him better access because fuck making him work for it, that would only end up torturing her in the end.

“You could say that,” Natashs breathed, her eyes rolling back as she closed them. Relishing in the feel of his lips on her neck she threaded her fingers through his hair and held him there with a gentle pressure.

When Clint slipped his hand inside of her jeans she bucked involuntarily against it. She could actually feel him moan against her her skin and she bit her lips to hold hers back. “Now who is the tease,” she muttered breathily as he lightly ran his fingers over her. “You’ll have to do better than that.” It was a challenge she may or may not regret issuing.

Clint bit back another chuckle and softly started nibbling on her neck instead, focussing on that spot right under her ear he remembered to be especially sensitive. He knew a challenge when he heard one, alright.
Besides, the heat and dampness against his hand was a pretty good hint it really was more of a plead. And one that he planned to hear from Natasha's lips sooner or later this night.
For now he settled with talking her into a incoherent mess, something for which the mood had to be right as well as the surroundings. Right now there was no one to listen and no pressure of the next morning waiting, meaning it was absolutely perfect.

"By the rest of the night you'll be asking me to take it slow, red."
He stopped every few words to run the tip of his tongue over her ear or softly bite her earlobe, just to watch and feel her shiver. Slowly adding pressure, he ran his fingertips through her folds, feeling her through the thin material of her panties, while his palm lazily rubbed over her mound, teasing her clit without really paying attention.

His hoarse voice betrayed him, the arousal growing with every second, and he couldn't stop his hip from pressing into her side, letting her feel what she did to him. It was good that falling for the same woman for a many a years had taught him a thing or two about patience.

"Like, when I have made you come with my mouth for the third time in a row."
He lowered his head to slowly lick along the sensitive side of her throat, to emphasize his words.
"I think you might want to catch your breath then. Too bad, 'cause that's when I'll start marking the rest of you with my tongue..."
Leaving no doubt what he had in mind, he pushed his hand further between her legs to tickle the tight hotness of her butt cheeks.
Without a warning, he withdrew his hand just long enough to bring it under her panties, a strangled moan on his lips when he could feel her reacting to his administrations, just the way he loved it so much.
Decades of practice with handling a strung weapon made it one of his easiest tricks, to play her most sensitive spots just as easily. Two of his fingers parted her folds to allow his thumb rubbing right over her clit, quick and tight. He intended to have her moan his name before they reached his apartment.

Edited Date: 2013-08-20 11:57 am (UTC)

Natasha rolled her head to the side, further exposing her neck to his teasing mouth. Many people got bored being with the same person every night, but for her it was a definite benefit as he knew all the sensitive spots on her body that drove her wild, and just how she liked to be touched and caressed. In her opinion the sex only got better with time as they opened up more, experimented, and learned all of each other’s dos and don’ts. Why anyone would continuously choose the first, often awkward, thrill over that she didn’t know.

“Oh yeah?” she murmured, breathing heavily, he breasts pressing against his chest with every breath. She couldn’t quite bite back the quiet moan that escaped as he pressed his hand against her, teased her, but even if she hadn’t heard it in his voice she could feel his hardness pressing against her, proving that all of this wasn’t just for her benefit.

She sucked in a breath at his words because she knew he wasn’t just boasting, wasn’t making promises he couldn’t keep. She knew how skilled he was with that mouth of his, and just the thought of him burying his face between her legs had her biting back another moan, one that proceeded to escape in a short gasp at his roaming hand. “Promises, promises.”

When he suddenly withdrew his hand she almost protested but he didn’t give her time before plunging in again, this time without the barrier of material between them.She couldn’t hold back the sound he elicited that time. “You’re getting there,” she still managed to tease him even as she rocked her hips against him and tightened her hand in his hair.

"Only getting there? Guess I'll have to try harder then."
Clint leaned his head back, a content groan on his lips when her hand tightened its grasp. He always enjoyed it when she was getting a little rough, it only added to that maddening pressure in his pant, demanding for attention.

He ignored that call as good as possible, running his fingers through Natasha's hair instead, softly, nearly idly, while his other hand stayed still against her body. For now it was just his palm continuing to rub lazy circles around her most sensitive spot, his fingertips nudging her entrance while he watched her for a few precious seconds, drowning in the sight of her lust.

He waited for her just long enough to catch her breath and grind against him... Then he caught just this little hardened bud between the fingertips of his thumb and middle finger, stilling his partner's movements, while the calloused tip of his index finger started rubbing the exposed flesh.

She was playing with fire, teasing him and egging him on. She knew how good he could be with those hands, and challenging him was only going to make him more creative and more determined to fulfill that promise. He was driving her to the edge, barely moving against her until she was the one to push it, to press herself harder against his hand. Just like he knew she would.

Natasha gasped loudly at the sudden friction, so close to being painful in the best possible way. Pressing her head back against the door behind her she moaned as shivers ran through her whole body. Hand tightening in his hair again she pulled his head down roughly for a bruising kiss, though a short one. “Clint...” she panted his name against his lips, her other hand digging in to his shoulder.

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