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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Clint didn't comment on her threat, but the way his pupils dilated even more with lust and his breath hitched in his throat, let her know, that was a challenge he was more than willing to accept.

For the moment he was perfectly happy with not putting up a fight. Natasha was audibly enjoying herself and that was the point of this. It was such a fucking turn on, feeling her get even wetter and hotter on his probing tongue, have her sweetness fill his mouth, until all he could breathe, taste, feel, was her. And the pleasure she was taking from being with him.

He fucked her lazily with his tongue for a little while, just let her enjoy it, and himself to feel her tremble under his mouth, his hands, until her sweet juices coated not only his lips and cheeks but all the way down his chin. More and more he had leaned back on the mattress, to have better access, and started licking all this glistening deliciousness from her sensitive pink lips now, covering every little spot with the tip of his tongue and his softly sucking lips.

Without a warning, he stopped this new game when his own body protested against too much teasing, the throbbing, demanding heat in his lower body becoming more persistent by the second, more growls and hardly suppressed groans from his lips being the proof. Instead he licked firmly at her clit, short, perfectly aimed strokes rolling and pushing against the sensitive bud with the only goal to drive Natasha out of her mind.

Natasha sank further into the mattress as Clint continued his work. He took his time, his movements not hurried nor hard as he explored her thoroughly with his tongue, lapping at her juices and making her wetter by the second.

“Feels so good...” she murmured, occasionally pushing back a little against him, her legs starting to tremble. He was the only man who had ever made her weak in the knees and she was very glad that she stopped him earlier long enough to lay down.

When he stopped abruptly she let out an unconscious whine of disappointment, the sound nearly drowned out by all the noises he was making. Fortunately he didn’t leave her wanting for long, only this time when his tongue pressed against her it was with a definite purpose and she couldn’t help but gasp. She knew he was getting too excited and meant to push her more quickly over the edge, and while it was tempting to tell him to just take her right now she knew how much he enjoyed making her come with just his mouth. Instead she panted and pushed back against him, her hands fisting the sheets beneath her. He could stretch this out as long as he wanted, but when he was ready to finish her off he knew exactly what to do to make that happen as swiftly as possible.

Clint didn't answer her whisper because he really didn't want to take his mouth off her right now. But he let his hands travel over the back of her thighs softly, her calves, to that heel pressing provocatively into his skin, causing the most delicious little burn. Then he moved back up just as slow, worshipping every inch of nylon clad beauty, the playfulness of these thin straps holding it all in place and back to her ass, to pull her down onto him a little closer. He had her, he was enjoying himself just as much as she was, with the hottest and most wonderful woman in the world giving him her body like that, and he wanted her to let herself fall. The need for words to express things like that was long non-existent between the two of them.

And giving in to him she did, moving back immediately when he sat out to tease a first climax out of her trembling body. He smiled against her even while he was busy working her most sensitive spot with his swirling tongue. Immediately he pressed his face closer into her velvet slick heat, rough hair against tender skin, and completely emerged himself with all his senses in the only job of making her feel good.

This was still warm up and he wanted to be gentle with her instead of driving her head-first into mind-blowing heights like in the afternoon, in the water, so he kept his hands away from her for the moment. It would only make this neglected, demanding hardness between his legs worse anyway, to feel her spasm around him now.

Instead he let her feel all these nice little tricks he could do with his tongue and lips, licking and sucking his way through her silky folds, lips gently spreading her open enough for his tongue to hit that sweet bundle of nerves directly, again and again, his hands on her ass keeping her in place firmly.

Fortunately he knew the signs and reactions of her body by heart after all this time and could tell exactly, when she needed just that last push. And he didn't hesitate giving it to her when it came, changing back to tight flat laps over her clit while he happily hummed against her body, fingers digging down into her flesh just a little harder.

Natasha knew what he wanted; he wanted to make her fall apart all around him, to hear it and feel it. She also knew that this wasn’t just a means to and end for him, a duty he felt he had to do in the sense of fairness or to get more out of her later. Clint genuinely enjoyed every second of this, and when he put his own needs on hold for hers he did it completely willingly. That knowledge made it easier to give him everything she had and everything she was.

He was positively amazing, and as he continued to work his tongue and lips over her and idea of speech pretty much devolved into moaning and keening with a sigh of pleasure mixed in here and there. He knew exactly how to work her body, and his hands gripping her ass tightly only added to the pleasure, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. This time he didn’t even use his fingers on her, didn’t even drive her wild with husky words and promises, but it was still enough. With just his tongue and that tight grip holding her against him, Natasha called out his name loudly when she came, knowing that he loved it when she was vocal and not wanting to hold anything back.

It was soft and easy this time but nothing less good, if that aroused shout of hers was any indication, and just as softly Clint helped her through the exploding sensations, steadily pressing against that one miraculous spot until her trembling died down. His lips stayed on her sensitive flesh, placing long, open mouthed kisses everywhere and sucking off another sweet trail of wetness here and there for his own very pleasure.

But finally he relaxed down against the mattress with a very satisfied sigh. The view in this position was as perfect as it got to keep on caressing her beautiful legs and savoring her taste still heavy in his mouth, while he tried to teach his own body patience. The way she looked right now and the way she had felt against his mouth, against his hands in these sinful clothes, was the perfect new memory to find his own pleasure to for many nights to come. And it would be enough today too if she felt too tired for anything more. But somehow he had a feeling, they weren't done just yet...

He smiled lazily and rubbed his still damp cheek against the inside of her thigh, just to lick the remains of her lust off immediately and give her skin a playful little bite.

"You're just too hot, gorgeous... Already making me misbehave again."

Chuckling, he shifted his position on the floor just a little to the side, to not have that carpet pattern tattooed all over the backside of his legs. He groaned just a little into her skin when his neglected erection pressed heavily against his thigh and let go off Natasha with one hand to slowly stroke himself, rough short breath hitting her leg as he fought temptation to let this end much too soon.

Natasha slowly came down off of her high, a very satisfied smile on her lips. Clint’s hands were still on her, caressing her gently, and she could feel the slight stubble on his cheeks scratching lightly over her skin.

“Mmm, I think I like it when you misbehave,” she purred in a lazy tone. She felt boneless, completely relaxed, like nothing bad in the world could touch her.

Chuckling a little to herself when she heard the signs of Clint’s own arousal, felt his breathing grow heavier against her leg, she opened her eyes to look down at him a moment before slowly pushing up to her hands and crawling further onto the bed. Flopping over onto her back she stretched out languidly before beckoning him with the crook of one finger. “Remember what I said in the water?”

They had done many positions in even just the past few days, but it had been quite a while since he had been on top that she could look up at him, could feel his weight against her chest pressing her down into the mattress.

Clint leaned his head back further to blink at her lazily upside down. For a moment it looked like he would crack a suggestive remark about all the kind of wonderful dirty things she had told him in the water. But seeing her all sprawled out like that for him stopped him in his tracks, and his grin softened immediately. He would have been more than happy to play the humble servant for a while longer, but his treacherous body demanded attention and he certainly wouldn't say no to an offer like that.

"Nearly perfect..."

As elegantly as possible with slightly shaky knees he joined her on the bed and slowly crawled his way up to her, the expression on his face not unlike the famous Cheshire cat.

"Just need to fix this first..."

Once he was close enough, he lowered his head to her belly and left a quick kiss there through her top before he caught the lacy fabric between his teeth and slowly pulled it down, enough to reveal her breasts.

"Better..."

Scooting up a little higher, he took the time to press his face against her chest with a heavy, aroused sigh, his tongue darting forward to flicker over one of her nipples. One hand sneaked between their barely touching bodies, playing with the strings on her thigh shortly before cupping her vulva gently.

"That what you had in mind, beautiful?", he murmured, between a little bite and changing to the other nipple for the same treatment, deliberately slowing things down in spite of the protesting throb in his groin.

Two of his fingers rubbed slowly through her wetness and finally inside her, taking her just as slowly and lightly as his tongue before. His eyes were glistening with lust and a hint of mischief, signaling her he wanted to hear it from her.

The way he looked at her upside down like that was pretty adorable, though the innocence of it was thrown off by how his chin still glistened from her juices. She watched him crawl toward her, a wicked expression on her face to match his cheshire grin. There were few sexier sights than a naked Clint Barton crawling up her body, looking mischievous and radiating pure desire.

Her stomach contracted slightly under his lips, and she lifted her head to watch him. Her top really did little to contain her full breasts, and it didn’t take much coaxing down to help them spill free. Closing her eyes and letting her head fall back to the pillow when he start working her body again, Natasha let out a content sigh and arched her back to press herself closer to him. Threading her fingers through his hair, she forced her eyes open to look at him, catching the look in his eyes and reading exactly what he wanted. Too bad she was in a playful mood.

“Not quite, but I suppose it will do,” she said, deliberately clenching around his fingers in an unspoken promise.

"I'll have to keep on guessing then."

Clint pretended to pout, an expression he couldn't keep up for even a second, not when he was much too eager to get his lips back on her nipples. Beating Natasha in this little game was tempting enough to live with that growing pressure in his lower body for a while longer...

His tongue circled her nipple slowly, coaxing the tender skin into hardness before he started sucking on it, gently, because he still remembered how sensitive she had been in the last days. Leaning on his elbow, he brought his free hand to her other breast and squeezed it with a little more pressure while he moaned and sighed against her body, letting her know, he was definitely enjoying himself.

The feeling of her muscles working him was impossible to ignore, though, and soon he found himself pressing his hardness against her leg, small leaks of precum coating her skin. Not very satisfying, just as little as his fingers pumping in and out of her lazily, and it was just a matter of time before any of them would give in.

"Better?"

She wanted to draw that pouty lower lip between her teeth and bite it, but as his mouth was soon busy again she had to settle for pressing her teeth against her own lip. Her eyes fluttered closed when he went from teasing her nipples to working them in earnest, and her moans joined his in the otherwise silent room.

She felt the pressure against her leg, the first bit of stickiness coating her skin, and shifted her leg to rub against him, her hips bucking involuntarily against his hand.

“A little,” she replied, the scratchy quality of her voice betraying the words. “But not quite. Try again.”

"I'm running out of ideas here, red. Sure you don't want to use your words?"

There was a dark, provocative timbre in Clint's voice, just enough to let her know he wasn't ready to give up yet, lightened by the smile on his lips. Just for a moment he looked up at her like that with one eyebrow raised before he brought his mouth to her other nipple. Teeth gently grazing, tongue flickering the hardened bud back and forth he aimed to have her writhe underneath him, while he massaged her soft flesh between strong fingers.

His other hand was touching her nowhere that purposeful, fingers still sliding only lightly over her wetness or occasionally dipping inside, without a real rhythm. Just as idly he started brushing her clit with his thumb, completely ignoring the rhythm of her hips pressing against him. On the other hand he made perfect use of the leverage she offered him with her leg tensing and rubbed against her unashamed, moaning and trembling with growing temptation.

"Could get used to this..."

That note in his voice made her shiver with desire and he got exactly what he wanted, her body writhing as he used tongue and teeth so perfectly together on her already sensitive nipples. He was practically humping her leg, and while she knew she could keep drawing this out, keep teasing him until he just took her, he had bee a very good boy for her already, and surely he deserved a reward. Maybe they both did.

“I thought you were more creative than that,” she teased nonetheless, even as she moved one hand to encircle the hard member pressed against her leg. “I want your big, thick cock inside me,” she said in that low, rough tone of hers as she gently stroked him. “I want to wrap my legs around you while you fuck me hard and deep.” Her breath grew a little heavier and she brushed her thumb over the very tip of his cock, wet and sticky. “I want to feel you come inside of me while I clench tightly around you, milking every last drop.” Stroking back down his length she gave him a squeeze right at the base. “I’m going to dig my nails into that beautiful ass of yours until I leave marks, and don’t you dare stop what you’re doing with my tits.”

He wanted to hear her say it, and say it she did.

That certain tone in Natasha's voice made him look up at once, with the soft flesh of her nipple still caught between his lips, followed by violent, helpless shivers when she started talking. All these little filthy promises he loved to hear from her pretty lips so much... She would actually be able to see his pupils dilate, and there was no way she would miss his cock grow even harder against her. It became a challenge, keeping it together when she reached for him, so he focused on turning her on with his sucking and soft nibbling even more, while his needy moans sounded against her skin.

There was very little room left for interpretation in her orders, and the way her muscles clenched around him when he flickered his thumb over her clit just a little harder let him know, she was ready enough for him. Ready to live up to all these nice promises, and he definitely would do his part.

He let go off her nipple with a soft, wet noise and carefully removed his hand to finally scoot up all to way to her, softly whining at the loss of sensation from her skilled hand. Especially since her tight grip had helped not completely embarrassing himself just a second ago. He forced himself to take another second, convince his hormones to take it slow, and smiled down at Natasha from heavy, loving eyes. Even in a moment like this it got to him, how beautiful she was, a little debauched and perfectly sexy. He couldn't help leaning down to kiss that small spot where she had bitten her lip, pretty sure she wouldn't mind that kind of interruption in spite of her words.

"Promised I'd make you come really hard, remember?", he murmured against her lips, followed by a quiet moan of pure bliss when he carefully pushed inside her and the beloved sensation of her hot tightness enveloping him let him forget the world around him for a moment. "Plan to make good on that..."

Resting the weight of his body easily on one elbow, he took just enough time for another soft kiss and brought his head back lower then. Slowly, licking all his way back to that sweetly reddened, sensitive nipple that his other hand was just working to full hardness. Temptation to start exactly what she had been asking for was nearly overwhelming, but certain instincts stayed even when his mind was lust-clouded. So he just circled his hips lightly against hers for the moment, waiting for her to adjust to him before he planned to make her scream his name again.

The look on his face was almost comical, and she might have laughed if she wasn’t so turned on. She could feel his every reaction, could see in his eyes just how much she was getting to him. He teased her just a little more, making her writhe against him, but by the time she was finished talking he seemed more than ready to give her exactly what she asked for.

Removing her hand from around him, she watched him eagerly as he positioned himself, and bent her knees to dig her heels into the mattress and spread her legs further apart. Seeing that look in his eyes, the look of pure love and devotion, she brought her hands up to either side of his face, stroking his cheeks with her thumbs before returning his gentle kiss.

“That’s not an easy thing to forget,” she replied, running her tongue over his lower lip. Closing her eyes she echoed his moan as he entered her, her hips rising up to meet his. “Mm, you better.”

She knew he would, he always did, and she was already well on her way after all his earlier ministrations.

After he lowered his head back to her chest they barely moved for a long moment, just that gentle gyrating of his hips. She reveled in it, the feeling of him filling her so perfectly, and just leisurely ran her fingers down his back, feeling every bump on his spine. When she reached his well toned ass she gave him a squeeze and wrapped one leg around him indicating she was ready.

Clint took it slow first, mostly concentrating on giving her breasts the attention they deserved, mainly because this position was most challenging for drawing things out. He was already too fucking turned on. The way, Natasha's muscles worked him with every shallow thrust didn't exactly help that heat, coiling at the base of his spine.

And distracting himself wasn't exactly the easiest job with her wonderful tits right in his face. He kept himself from pounding into her uncontrolled with the sheer force of his will, focused on hearing her sigh and gasp instead, balancing his weight on his elbows to play with both her already oversensitive nipples. He could swear the tender skin reacted much more than usual to even the slightest pinch and twist and fuck if that didn't turn him on even more.

He sucked the rosy buds in his mouth in earnest while strong grabbing hands held his target in place and worked the tip over with his tongue, just as expertly as he had done it between her legs, until both their loud noises filled the room in an endless erotic tune. They found into a rhythm without him really realizing, as naturally as working, training, dancing together came to them. Though he still felt pretty light headed, his skin burning from head to toe, at least that worst urge had passed when he buried his face between her breasts for a moment, panting hard, licking traces of salt off her skin.

Straightening up a little adjusted the angle just right, and the fuzzy smile on his lips deepened into that mischievous note again when he looked up at Natasha. He sought and held her sight with the next, notably harder push, aimed right at the perfect spot inside of her. But fuck, that felt good, she was so wonderfully wet around him that his whole body shivered against her, and he certainly didn't want this to end too soon.

"Fuck... beautiful... Killing me again here."

While one hand tightly gripped his ass, the other rested at the back of his neck, fingers occasionally applying a little pressure as he teased and twisted, nibbled and sucked. Her breasts were tender, and she knew that after this they were likely to be downright sore tomorrow, any material against them feeling like it was rubbing them raw, but right now she didn’t care. It felt too good, just on that wicked edge of pain that was pleasurable.

Her head rolling back in ecstasy, she didn’t think about her movements, just let her body react naturally; her leg around him drawing him in deep with each shallow thrust, her hips rolling and her muscled clenching around him.

There was a brief reprieve when he just buried his face against her chest and her hand moved up into his hair, holding him tenderly against her even as her hips still moved in rhythm with his. She looked down at his head nestled between her breasts, but he chose that moment to lift his head to look at her, that unmistakably impish smile on his lips. She tried to hold his gaze, but when he thrust into her again her head dropped back to the pillow and she cried out a little louder than before. Wrapping her other leg around him, she locked them in place, holding him right there, right at the perfect angle.

She didn’t answer with words, instead gripping his hair in her hand and coaxing him up for a hard, sloppy kiss. While her tongue explored his she gradually loosened her hold so he could move again.

Clint took the invitation gladly, both of locking lips with her, enjoy the hungry way she was roaming his mouth, and do that same thing with his hips again that had her so vocal. And him along with her, when she clenched down so hard around him, he thought, he would come just from that.

Reluctantly, he let go off one of her breasts to grab her leg around his waist and bend it just a little more, opening her up for his thrusts. They came much harder, more frequent now, accompanied by quiet moans against her lips, gentle nips on her lower lip and soothing, soft sweeps of his tongue in between.

The new position made it easier to concentrate on hitting that one spot with every move, and he stopped there deliberately everytime, circling his hips to let her feel it even more before he pulled back out, nearly all the, just to thrust in hard and fast again. A slight burn down his arm from where he leaned mostly on his elbow helped keeping his head clear enough - still - but his skin was heated and sweat covered, his breath too fast, too harsh.

Finally he had to break away from her lips to let these loud groans sitting in his throat come out. He used the moment to shift his weight back on his knees and gently reach for Natasha's other leg, coaxing her to bend it the same way while his lips went back to worship her breasts with small kisses and greedy licks.

Each small adjustment he made with her legs made it just that much better, let him go deeper, made sure he hit just the right spot. The thrusts were harder, faster, but each time he paused for just a moment when he was buried deep inside of her. She moaned and writhed beneath him, her grip on his hair tightening while her other hand found his bicep and held on.

When he moved away from her lips she gasped, taking in air. The sounds he was making just drove her further, made her hotter. Her pulse beat wildly and her body was hardly her own anymore. She let him move her however he needed, loosened her grip on his hair just enough so that he could move uninhibited when he returned to lavishing attention to her breasts. Her skin burned with every sensation and she was practically panting as she rocked her hips in time with his, pushing up hard to meet each thrust.

She reacted just as strong as he had hoped and he knew, he had found just the perfect spot. That smile on his lips grew even deeper and he couldn't help giving the tender flesh of her nipple in his mouth a playful bite, trying to push her even further in this delicious zone of overtaking arousal and adrenaline.

His hands on her thighs were gentle but firm, holding her bent right at that point where every of his quick, deep thrusts grazed her g-spot, sweetest torture for both of them, when her grip on his arm tightened as much as the wonderful warm massaging of her muscles around him. Sweat was stinging in his half closed eyes and laying heavy on his tongue from greedily tasting her skin again and again, fromcircling her hard nipples, teasing the reddened fingerprints on her breasts before he brought one hand back there from her leg to make new ones.

He could hardly hear her panting over his own but he could certainly feel it against his own body and knew, she was more than ready to feel this orgasm he had promised her. He gently reached for her hand on his arm and brought it to his mouth for a tender kiss before he softly urged it to her leg.

"Want you to hold yourself open for me, beautiful", he murmured, rubbing his cheek softly against her already sensitive nipples to rail her up further.

Natasha let out a strangled gasp at the bite and her muscled involuntarily contracted around him again. Her whole body felt like it was on fire, tingling at his every touch. She had never felt more connected to another human being than she did Clint, and he knew her better than anyone, inside and out, and even the very knowledge of that made it all better.

Their movements were harder, rougher, but when he kissed her hand it was gentle. He never once forgot himself, never once failed to remind her how important she was to him. She wanted to kiss him back but he was already moving her hand to her leg, making a request she was quick to fulfill. Holding her legs bent as he’d positioned them earlier, she spread them wider, opening herself up to him as much as she could. A shiver ran through her whole body at that mild scratch of his stubble against her already overly sensitive skin. “Please...” she whispered. She wasn’t one to beg, but she needed that release, needed to let go, needed to feel him do the same against her, inside her. It wasn’t just a ‘want’ anymore, it was a need, a need so strong she didn’t mind asking for it.

Though making Natasha wait or hear her ask for that release just so close within reach certainly hadn't been his intention - well, not this time - Clint couldn't deny how much he loved that desperately turned on, rough tone in her voice. Or how she looked when she was threading on that narrow edge before letting go, with her skin flushed from head to toe, that certain glance in her eyes, her pupils blown wide with lust.

She was everything he could ever have wished for and never had imagined to be with one day, in every part of their lives, and in bed it was no different. She was a goddamn dream come true. The way she laid there before him, offering herself, her nipples hard and red, her body shivering and writhing against his, and so hot for him that every of his quick, deep thrusts was a wet, erotic sound mixing into both their moans... She definitely wouldn't have needed to ask, ever, for him to make her feel good. To fly away with him into these spheres of heavy dizziness, delicious heat in their veins erasing every thought, and that demanding, overwhelming pulse inside being the biggest and best worry on their minds.

Right now it was just as overwhelming for him as for her, so he didn't even try to hold back - and was pretty sure, he couldn't have, anyway - but leaned down to answer her whisper with a kiss, messy and breathless. Their tongues wrestled for claiming their partner's mouth until they both panted for air, and the feeling of her lush curves, her silky sweat-stained skin pressed against his, nearly left him losing control at once.

With a strained grunt, he straightened back up to rest his weight more on his thighs again forgather proper leverage and put the rest of his energy to good use. Every hard, long thrust hit exactly where he knew, Natasha needed it and in between, he kept on pulling out of her nearly all the way, just to bury himself inside her again. Just to enjoy that wonderful feeling of her hot, slick flesh enveloping him, all but pulling him in to have them connect in this most intimate way of deepest trust and familiarity.

Only a few moments he gave himself to find back at least a hint of control, then he moved away his hand from her breasts to bring it between their bodies and find her nicely swollen clit with his thumb, rubbing it tightly, nearly harshly to give her that last needed push.

She kissed him back greedily, wanting to taste him and devour him, to feel him pressed along her body. One hand slipped from her leg to grasp his hair, holding it tightly until they came up for air. It was only reluctantly that she let him straighten up and she let her hand drop to his shoulder, her nails digging into his flesh with each thrust. She tried to speak but the words were incoherent, tried to keep her eyes on him but it was near impossible.

By the time he pressed his thumb against her clit she was pretty near to exploding, and that last bit of sensation was all it took to make her scream as her orgasm flooded over her. Clamping hard around him, her nails dug harder into his shoulder and her own leg, her other wrapping around him once more to hold him to her as she shuddered and moaned through the aftershocks.

If she hadn't already taken him with her with her muscles contracting around his rock hard cock so hard, his whole body shook violently with lust, her nails torturing his skin in the best way possible would have been the last straw. Just that perfect adrenaline spark to set fire to the smoldering heat in every cell, and it was enough.

He wasn't sure if it was her scream or his own he heard. Clint was pretty sure, his mind completely clocked out for a moment, swallowed by bliss, bright sparks behind his tightly closed eyes, the searing hot tension in his lower body finally breaking free as he emptied himself inside her, helpless, throaty moans accompanying every hot spurt of lust.

With half a brain cell at least still working, he tried not to completely crash on Natasha's body pressed so perfectly into his but rested heavily on his arm again when his knees gave in. He was still moving against her, in shallow thrusts to draw out her orgasm until he was completely spent.

Soon he found himself with his face buried tightly against her neck, with his body still hot and shaking and one hand gently tangled in her hair while he tried to catch his breath, somehow, and failed miserably. He could feel the mess they had made wet and sticky coating his groin, his thighs, still enveloping him, and he never wanted to move again. He was pretty sure, he couldn't, anyway.

Maybe he had actually said that out loud, with a voice that definitely sounded a lot like after hours of screaming, but even if she hadn't heard... She hopefully wouldn't miss how his lips covered her damp skin with kisses, or his fingertips softly caressing her neck, her leg still wrapped tightly around him.

"Fuck..."

She felt him pulsing inside of her, spilling his seed, and she just moaned and dug her nails in harder. He kept thrusting, drawing it out, and she wasn’t sure she’d ever stop coming, but eventually he collapsed against her, though still mindful not to lay his entire weight upon her, though she would have gladly accepted it. This was exactly what she had wanted, to feel him heavy on top of her, to be able to look up at his beautiful face.

Sliding her hands around his back to hold him, her fingers running lightly over his sweat soaked skin, she kept that leg around him, holding him right where he was, keeping him inside of her, wanting to hold him there a little longer. Even if he could move she wasn’t so inclined to let him just yet.

Natasha practically giggled at his words, blissful and euphoric. Brushing his hair back she kissed the top of his head, his forehead; anywhere she could reach.

“Exactly,” she said, since that was precisely what they had just done. “So much for keeping the sheets clean.” Giving his hair the gentlest tug to urge him to look at her, she grinned at him.

"Gonna change them", Clint promised, mumbled and slurred, but made no move to even sit up, at least not yet.

That smile of hers was too beautiful to not remain in this intimate hug for a little while longer. He leaned down to kiss it and then a little more and rested his forehead against hers with a deep sigh.

One hand reached back softly to caress her leg, up to her hip where they were still joined. Following a still lust-hazed instinct, he let his fingertips wander along the underside of her thigh, up to more sensitive areas. Soon they dipped into this mess they had made together, and he brought his hand to his mouth to lick it off with a satisfied hum. It wasn't meant or enough to get him going again - he was pretty sure, he was dead out for the night in a few - but a soft, warm spark of remaining arousal shuddered through his groin anyway when he tasted the sweet saltiness.

He thought what it would be like to eat her out right after they had fucked and shuddered again, resting his head on her shoulder again. Nice thought but that wouldn't save the bed for now.

"We're gonna need more sheets, you know."

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