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.
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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Date: 2014-04-21 09:43 pm (UTC)From:Her teeth and the perfect pressure of her hand, and that roughness in her voice, the wonderfully filthy words in her own language... Suddenly he found himself pressing against her much harder, uncontrolled for a moment before he remembered, he had to keep it low for more than one reason, and pressed his forehead against her shoulder with a grunt.
Instead he concentrated even more of making it as good as possible for her, going with the rhythm of her hips with his caressing hand while he carefully, slowly penetrated her deeper, softly circling and thrusting in time with the jerking of her hips.
"Come on, beautiful", he whispered hoarsely against her skin. "I know you can do it... Come for me..."
The last word drowned in another long moan and the enthusiastic sucking on her shoulder, when a new jolt of arousal ringed through his loins and had him press against her tightly one more time.
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Date: 2014-04-22 01:11 am (UTC)From:She continued to rock against him, and she had to remind herself to keep her movements small so they weren’t so obvious. He just felt so damn good inside her, both his cock and his finger, that it was hard to keep her thoughts straight.
Slipping her fingers down between his cheeks, she squeezed his ass tighter and bit down harder on his ear. She was panting and gyrating against him, and with one last particularly lewd comment in his ear she felt her orgasm wash over her, leaving her shaking and shuddering in his arms.
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Date: 2014-04-22 10:41 am (UTC)From:His legs threatened to give in for a moment when Natasha pressed herself against him so tightly, the waves of her climax working him so perfectly inside of her that he was certain, the top of his head would come off. It wasn't enough, not quite, but he really didn't care, because it was hot as fuck. He held Natasha close to him with his hand firmly against her ass, coaxing her through her orgasm with more of these small, careful thrusts of his finger until she went limb against him.
Her body felt hot, trembling, caught up in her lust completely while she gave herself over to him so much, trusting in him to take care of her... And holy shit, he had just made her come in the middle of the ocean. Admittedly, he liked that thought, he loved it how she looked satisfied - at least for the moment - and blissed out, and that more than made up for something like an open ending. Plenty of time tonight.
Carefully pulling back his hand, he wrapped both his arms securely around her waist again, still panting and swallowing down moans, and carefully lifted her off him, lifting her body higher against his, so he could put his clothing back where it belonged. And escape stimulation that wouldn't have made things easier right now.
The new position also had her beautiful cleavage on a very comfortable level, and he couldn't resist placing a few small kisses on her curves. But he pulled back quickly then, or this would never end. And they shouldn't play on their luck of not being seen much longer.
With a deep, shaky sigh, he leaned his head back to look up at her, with a smile slightly dizzy around the edges.
"You're unbelievable, you know."
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Date: 2014-04-22 10:24 pm (UTC)From:Wrapping her arms around his shoulders again, she was about to rest her head on top of his when he leaned back and looked up at her, a brilliant smile on his lips.
“If I were unbelievable I wouldn’t be the only one completely satisfied right now,” she said, running one hand up through his hair. Ducking her head, she kissed him tenderly, sucking softly on his lower lip before pulling back to meet his eyes again. “The offer’s still open if you want to test how long I can hold my breath...”
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Date: 2014-04-23 09:24 am (UTC)From:Clint shook his head in earnest before gladly leaning into her kiss, another of these small moans more close to a whimper vibrating between them when she kept on teasing him. And here he had been close to sending her back to the beach just a second ago, to cool his definitely too hot head with a good long swimming marathon.
"You know how to seduce me, red."
A shaky laugh on his lips, he rested his head against her chest. Which was definitely a silly idea, because now her soft curves, glistening from the water and the thin layer of oil on her skin, pressed against him again and he could impossible resist leaving a tender bite right there.
It wasn't like he couldn't cope with a few hormones too much or wait a few hours to do so... Working side by side with a woman you craved so much for years, and on more than one occasion with her dressed up sinfully sexy, you learned how to focus on the important things pretty fast.
But this wasn't a mission, the only guy she was dressing up for right now was him, the only person she trusted her body with was him, and maybe he needed to be less afraid to hurt her from time to time, when she so clearly wanted something.
Easily handling her body just with the strength of his arms, he carefully let her slide lower again, because clear thinking with her gorgeous breasts right before his eyes was definitely not an option. Unfortunately he had her lower body pressed against his now again and there was no way she would miss his still ongoing interest.
He kissed her again, with a nervous laugh, and eased up the hold of his arms around her enough to let her do whatever she felt like. He certainly wasn't in a mood to stop her right now. What came from his lips when he finally pulled back from hers, sounded suspiciously much more like an aroused encouragement.
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Date: 2014-04-23 10:40 pm (UTC)From:“It’s not that difficult,” she teased, though it wasn’t far from the truth. It didn’t take much to get his blood pumping, even after all these years, and he was definitely in a bad way right now, she could hear it in his very breath.
Laughing lightly when he couldn’t resist burying his face in her chest and giving her a little nip, she rested her hands back on his shoulders when he lowered her down his body until the proof of what she already knew pressed hard against her belly. She wasn’t sure what to make of his nervous laughter so she just kissed him slowly for a moment, trying to set him at ease. “I’ll be right back,” she whispered against his lips, pulling back to give him a wicked smile before taking a deep breath and ducking under the water.
Wasting no time, she pulled at the band of his shorts again to release his straining cock. Working him expertly with her hand near the base, she pressed her lips to his very tip before carefully taking the head into her mouth, her tongue gliding over her, tasting salt.
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Date: 2014-04-24 12:07 pm (UTC)From:In spite of the rough, slightly distracted nature of his voice, Clint's answer to her teasing was completely sincere. Nothing but the truth here and before Natasha pulled back to make her promise come true, he was already close to getting lost in just her kiss again. Whether it was the amount of leisure time or the conversations they had had in the last days... It felt like they had never been closer. If he was to just hold Natasha in his arms for the rest of his days, he would die a happy man.
That didn't mean he was any less hot for her, though. With her mischievous grin pretty much the rest of blood in his body went straight downwards. Yep, she would be killing him again, and he would gladly submit.
There was no way people would miss what was going on between them by now, he thought, when Natasha suddenly vanished before he even felt remotely ready... But when his eyes nervously darted to the beach again, the guys there were still busy sunbathing and playing with their kids.
And then he forgot about audience and momentarily even of Natasha's health issues completely, because fuck, she was really pulling through with this. It was the second time within a few minutes, his legs nearly gave in. Natasha's skillful mouth was always a deadly to his overactive libido, but today, in this crazy environment... He couldn't think of a matching analogy. It was all kinds of hot, thousands of flashes going straight to his groin, carried on skin already sensitive from the salt water when it was worked so expertly.
That there was no way to direct her movements in any way underwater - not that he succumbed to that temptation often anyway - just made it more intensive. His nerve endings felt raw and open for every bit of stimulation she was giving him. His hand came to rest on her shoulder, without any pressure, only searching for support, contact, while he steadied his body against the tide with the other arm. They were close enough to one of the buoys now, he found relieved, which didn't only provide a rope to hold on to when Natasha's administrations would shake him even more. It also gave casual watchers a good excuse of him just trying to catch his breath out here.
Which wasn't exactly untrue.
He was kind of relieved, she wouldn't hear him that well underwater, because the sounds from his lips had gone from quiet moans to shameless groans of pleasure and her name thrown into it more than once. But she had to feel the hot pulse in his hardness from how fucking close he really was, his steadily working thigh muscles trembling where she touched him... And God, he really hoped she wasn't putting on too much strain on herself for him, because right now he was definitely too caught up to check on that.
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Date: 2014-04-24 10:43 pm (UTC)From:Stroking him faster, this time when she drew her lips back along his length she let her teeth scrap along him as well.
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Date: 2014-04-25 09:59 am (UTC)From:His skin all but glowed from the sun burning down on them and the arousal humming through his cells. Salt water slightly blurred his sight until he allowed himself to close his eyes, hoping that they would be lucky with their audience for a few minutes longer. It was only a moment later that Natasha decided to up her game even more, the most delicious of adrenaline running through his veins, from already oversensitive spots coming in contact with the careful, teasing graze of her teeth...
And finally all that tension from that whole teasing all day sprang free, a heat wave spreading from his lower back, a hard shudder down his legs that she would hopefully feel enough to know the silent warning, and he just surrendered. He found himself half leaning against that rope, with his head leaned back against the water surface as if just to enjoy the sun on his face while he groaned out his orgasm as quietly as possible. God, that woman was definitely crazy...
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Date: 2014-04-27 01:44 pm (UTC)From:Taking in some much needed breath, her own heart pounding from the exertion, she wiped the water from her eyes and slicked her hair back from her face with one hand and took a look around them before grinning triumphantly at Clint.
“Okay, now you can call me unbelievable,” she said with a smirk.
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Date: 2014-04-27 03:27 pm (UTC)From:With the arm not propped on that underwater rope behind them, he pulled Natasha close again to bury his face against her neck and keep them both afloat, give her a moment to recover. She looked like she needed it, and for a moment his conscience wanted to complain for letting her strain herself like that... Then he remembered, he was supposed to not worry that much about her and swallowed whatever he had been about to say.
Instead he let her know with soft, small kisses, still interrupted by heavy, fast breathing, how much he had enjoyed that and that he never took it for granted, how much she was giving herself to him.
A quick glance back to the beach and the people enjoying their quiet, peaceful afternoon there had him chuckle and shake his head half amused, half resigned.
"Guess I kind of bombed your relaxed afternoon at the beach."
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Date: 2014-04-27 03:48 pm (UTC)From:“I don’t know about that,” she replied. “I’m feeling pretty relaxed right now.” If they went back to the beach and laid down in the sun again she would probably need him to roll her every so often to make sure she tanned evenly, because she was pretty sure she would fall asleep. “I do believe you still owe me an ice cream, though.” Pulling back just enough to look at him, she gave Clint a warm smile before kissing him softly, her own way of thanking him for today.
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Date: 2014-04-27 05:20 pm (UTC)From:Clint mock-saluted her and quickly stole another kiss before letting go off her to swim back to the beach.
"Want to wait a minute maybe?" Not likely that they'd fool anyone with returning separately if someone had been watching but it was worth a shot. "I'll have your desert ready in the meantime."
He was still feeling a little off but getting his body into action helped as usual, and by the time he waded through the shallow water back to their spot, he was at least kind of orientated again. Just as hoped, that little ice and beverage stand near to their parking space was offering the Island specialty that Clint really wanted Natasha to try. Ice cream was great and he died for a big bowl of everything every other night when he lived here.
But for freshing up on the beach during hot days, there was nothing better than a cup of granita. He wasn't sure which flavor she would prefer, so he brought a bowl of lemon, one of strawberry and one of mandarin orange, confident that they would have no problem emptying them all together. The semi frozen structure wasn't much of a stomach filler, really.
The seller looked at him a little funny when he made his order, though, and Clint made a mental note to go on a little longer run tomorrow to deal with the extra calories. Holiday or not, getting out of shape wasn't a good idea. At least balancing the cups back to the beach still was a piece of cake for someone who had trained juggling before he had been able to read and write.
"Your choice, red."
He sat down in front of Natasha on her towel this time instead of his own, longing to be close to her, and sat the bowls between them, grinning.
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Date: 2014-04-27 06:11 pm (UTC)From:Alone once more, she dove deep into the clear, warm water, using strong, smooth kicks to propel her toward shallower water before finally surfacing again. Making her way back to their towels, she didn’t bother to dry off, just sat cross legged on her own towel and let the sun dry the water droplets from her skin. She felt refreshed, albeit still a little tired, but definitely better than yesterday. Maybe it was just a bug made worse by fatigue and travel and she was finally getting over it. All that really mattered was that right now she felt good, and it was about time she really got to enjoy this vacation.
Slipping her sunglasses back over her eyes, Natasha smiled when Clint returned with three cups in hand and took a seat across from her. “Are we having company?” she asked, surveying her choices before selecting the orange one.
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Date: 2014-04-27 08:32 pm (UTC)From:Clint felt himself blushing immediately and was glad, his skin still being heated from that very special workout covered that. He reached Natasha one of the plastic spoons he had brought along and dedicated himself fully to his lemon granita then. Yep, definitely, for that alone the travel had been completely worth it.
He noticed a movement from the corner of his eye and smiled when he spotted the boy from before, busy with his ball again. Just like before, his mother wasn't paying any attention to him, fully busy with her two baby girls. The kid was all on his own, training that throwing and clapping thing Clint had shown him. Unfortunately right on top of the very same rocks close to them, where Natasha and Clint had had their little run yesterday.
"If the kid slips and breaks his stupid neck on the rocks, it's my fault", he grumbled, only half serious. And that was why he usually kept away from minors. Somehow he always made it to fuck up.
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Date: 2014-04-27 09:15 pm (UTC)From:“Do you want to go talk to him?” she offered, because she knew if something did happen to the kid Clint would definitely blame himself, and he was already blaming himself for things he didn’t have any control over. She would rather he not add anything more to that list. “I promise I won’t eat all of the ice cream while you’re gone.”
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Date: 2014-04-27 09:46 pm (UTC)From:Clint forced himself to look away and concentrate on his desert again. He was doing it again, overthinking, overly worrying over things that weren't even in his immediate sphere. If he wanted to find his focus back, it was the little things that had to count. The lad was cute but it was a stranger's kid that he would probably never see again. He couldn't burden himself with the worries of the whole world and everyone around him. There had been a time when he had known that, and somehow he had to find back to that distance. Or he would never function right anymore in the moments, on the missions when it really counted, when he was really needed.
"Learning to let go or something", he murmured, more to himself, and lifted the cup to his mouth then to slurp the already melted part out of it.
But because he was still stumbling on that way back to professionalism and probably a big sap on top of it, he shortly turned to the boy at least to shout something about being careful at him. And was a little more relieved than he should be when the kid came down from the stupid rocks promptly and waved at them cheerfully.
"Still learning, I guess."
Sighing, Clint reached out with his spoon to steal a little from Natasha's cup, teasing her and taking his mind off things.
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Date: 2014-04-29 09:53 pm (UTC)From:Continuing to eat her ice cream, she gave him all the time in the world, completely uninterrupted, to think, smiling when he settled on yelling a warning to the kid. Thankfully the boy heeded the suggestion and jumped down on the the more solid and safe sand.
“We’re all still learning. Every day,” she said. Playfully poking at his hand with her spoon when he stole a bit from her dish, she impulsively leaned forward and stole a kiss in turn, tasting the lemon on his tongue. “Mmm, that one is good too,” she said, pulling back and licking her lips.
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Date: 2014-04-30 12:59 pm (UTC)From:Of course she couldn't let him get away with his teasing, not that he complained. Any excuse for a kiss, really. Or for making her laugh.
"Their lemon stuff is great. Next time we're out at night, real ice cream is on the plan. You won't ever want to go home afterwards. They've got a special lemon growing or something on the island, makes them less sour or something. Yep, I do my research on my food", he added, grinning. "Farmer's kid and all, I guess, some stuff sticks. One day when I'm too old for the field, you'll see me plowing somewhere in Kansas with a bunch of horses and three dogs."
Not that he had been on his home farm for about 35 years or something and he certainly didn't feel the need. But one single positive feeling he did remember about his early childhood... The remoteness of living so close with nature, countless corners to play and find shelter. Peaceful isolation in the middle of a corn field, with the sun shining down a golden light through the corn ears into your hiding place.
"Can hardly remember much except for beer and fists, but sometimes I still dream of this damn farm. The mind's a weird place."
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Date: 2014-05-03 01:01 pm (UTC)From:“Amidst all the bad memories there are always a few good ones, and those are the ones to hold onto,” she said, touching his knee lightly. She liked to picture it sometimes, Clint hard at work in a field, the sun shining on his tanned and sweat-slicked skin, his muscles rippling as he worked, an that look of peace on his face that she imagined he would have if all the rest of the world melted away. No S.H.I.E.L.D., no Loki, just the earth and the sun and the task at hand. Sometimes she thought he would be perfectly happy like that and wondered why he didn’t leave to pursue it.
Sometimes she was pretty sure it was her holding him back.
Finishing her ice cream, Natasha set the cup aside and stole a small taste of the third cup that remained between them, her expression betraying nothing that was running through her mind. If it was her, if he stayed to be with her, if that was the truth... would she do anything about it? Could she give up the adrenaline rush, give up everything she had ever known and was good at, to live a simple life? Could she do that for him?
“You may be right. I am beginning to think that nothing here tastes bad,” she said. “I’ll be so spoiled by the end of the week I may never want to leave.”
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Date: 2014-05-03 01:20 pm (UTC)From:Natasha fell a little too serious for his taste and he already gave himself a mental slap for bringing up the wrong subject. It was small signs only, the way she fled into starting on their third granita instead of looking at him, a few too long moments between her sentences. It wasn't always as easy, but most of the time, he knew how to read Natasha by now.
He answered her touch with his own fingertips teasing the insides of her knee and thigh and got himself a taste of their strawberry cup too, spoons dueling playfully while he pondered if pressing the subject was a good or bad idea. Swallowing everything, keeping things for himself, though, that he had done long enough and it hadn't exactly ended well. Even if they were just fooling around with dreams of another life, he wanted to be honest with Natasha.
"We're both a little to young for retirement, I guess. But I'm thinking, we should take breaks like this regularly. Doesn't have to be a farm in the middle of nowhere, but... you know. Getting away from everything S.H.I.E.L.D..
Before I was assigned to New Mexico, when Thor first crashed on Earth, I haven't been on holiday for a single week, ever since I started working for Fury. Didn't get much better afterwards. I always felt I'm missing something, that I had to devote my life to the field completely. Maybe we need to take a breath from time to time to keep functioning."
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Date: 2014-05-03 02:03 pm (UTC)From:She thought about how to broach the subject while they ate, but before she could come up with what to say Clint beat her to it, offering up an option that she definitely could live with, one she could even look forward to. When she looked up to meet his eyes her smile was genuine. “I like that,” she said. “Especially if they’re all like this.”
Part of her issues probably had to do with the fact that she never really believed she would ever retire, not because she would never consider it, but because she didn’t think she would live that long. She was very good at surviving at all costs, but the nature of her work made it far more likely that one day someone would get the better of her before she had chance to give it all up herself. “A way of easing into it.” And maybe that was exactly what she needed. If she lived only to work then eventually it would end, but if there was something outside of that, a future to look forward to, maybe she would make it. Less chance of making a mistake if they weren’t constantly running themselves into the ground.
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Date: 2014-05-03 03:28 pm (UTC)From:Natasha's smile only added to this very positive prospect of a future, that not too long ago he hadn't even thought he would have. Not the way he wanted to live his life, with giving as much as he could for the good of the people... and out of it, chasing that little part of happiness people like them could have.
They wouldn't always do it together, couldn't and shouldn't, it simply wasn't healthy, but knowing he could always come back to her for afternoons, days, weeks like this, lifted a lot of weight from his shoulders.
He leaned over to kiss that beautiful smile on her lips and softly suck the rest of strawberry stuff off them at the same time. When he backed away, that teasing little note had crept back into his grin.
"Though I have to say, you would make a ravishing farmer wife. Breeding horses, lifting hey bales, heavy sweating all day... And in the evening I'll sing us some Eagles and John Denver on the porch..."
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Date: 2014-05-03 08:28 pm (UTC)From:So far, Natasha was very much enjoying it.
She could still taste the lemon on his lips, now mixed with strawberry and the lingering orange on her own tongue. It tasted wonderful, and she was still smiling when he pulled back, though her eyebrows slowly raised at his teasing words.
“If we wear ourselves out working hard all day that may be all we’re good for in the evenings,” she gave it right back. Honestly, she loved to hear him sing, though she usually only heard it when she caught him unawares like back at the house
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Date: 2014-05-03 09:25 pm (UTC)From:Clint raised one eyebrow in mock challenge and licked his lips slowly, savoring the mixed flavor of the two of them together. Yep, he definitely could get used to afternoons like this for a little while.
There was exactly one spoonful left in that cup when he reached into it next time, and he held it playfully between them, teasing Natasha to be faster than him. It was of course completely by accident that his hand was slightly heeling and a few drops of the melted sugary stuff dropped on Natasha's knee...
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