Dancing in the Dark (for farmboyhawk)

[study_in_scarlet]

They didn’t get a lot of time off together, at least not enough to make a trip away worthwhile, so for this one weekend they decided to stay in the city and play tourist for the day.

They had started with a walk through Central Park before grabbing an early lunch at one of the city’s many street vendors and then wandering through the American Museum of Natural history. Natasha found the Hall of Minerals fascinating while Clint had gotten a kick out of all the dinosaur bones. They both enjoyed laying under the big blue whale with all the normal people.

Afterwards they went to a nice restaurant for supper, blending into the crowd of normal couples as best they could and Natasha actually forgot if she was playing a role or being herself as they finished their wine and shared their desserts.

“Thank you,” she said sincerely as they left the restaurant, stepping back into the cool night air. Nearby a busker played guitar and sang with surprising melody and soul, barely seeming to notice as people threw change into his open case, so caught up was he in his music.


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[farmboyhawk]

Realizing that no matter how well she had behaved during the evening, Natasha was just as impatient as he was, had Clint grin against her lips. He wisely shut up about it though and put his mouth to much better use with another longing kiss.

e took his hand long enough from her chest to help her with opening his pants, then he was right back to circling her hard nipples with his thumb and gently pinching them between his knuckles in turn. Just tight enough to draw these sweet little moans from her lips he loved so much.

His other hand had been busy shoving her dress further up so it was much easier know, kneading her perfect ass and thighs, caressing her everywhere he could reach and it was definitely not enough yet. It wasn't long before his hand was on the inside of her thigh and then higher, and just feeling her hot and turned on through her panties had him groan into her mouth once more.

"Need you out of that dress, beautiful", he murmured, giving up on her lips just long enough for that statement, then he was right back at nibbling on her lower lip and plundering her mouth with his tongue.

[study_in_scarlet]

Natasha had always been better at hiding her emotions and keeping her cool than Clint. She could keep her hands off of him and act like nothing he did affected her, but the second they were alone, the second she knew there would be no interruptions, she didn’t just drop those pretenses, she shattered them.

With Clint’s quick assistance she had his pants undone in seconds, and it was only his very distracting hands, particularly that one that held her hips close to his, that waylaid her from discarding them that very moment. Her nipples were already hard and sensitive, and her panties moist, and of his hands gravitated right to these areas, teasing and caressing and turning her on more and more by the second.

Almost whimpering against his mouth, it took all of her willpower to tear her lips from his and take a half step back. “Pants first,” she said, pushing his trousers over his hips and letting them fall to the floor. It was only then that she realised he had been going commando all evening and she couldn’t help the amused expression on her face when she met his eyes again, brows raised.

Catching her skirt where Clint had started to gather it above her hips, she pulled the stretchy material up her torso and over her head before tossing it aside. Stooping to slip out of her shoes, she wasted no more time stepping in close to him again. “The rest is your job,” she said in a husky voice, leaving the underwear to his very capable hands. Her own were already busy with one pushing his shirt up while the other wrapped around his already hard shaft and stroked.

[farmboyhawk]

"You know me, I like easy access."

Clint just chuckled when Natasha raised her brow at him and used the chance of her stepping back, to get out of his shirt, silently thankful that she did have so much more restraint than him. They probably would have ended up rutting against each other in their clothes for 10 minutes more if not, considering his self-restraint.

And Jesus, he would never ever get tired of seeing Natasha undress, even if it was as quickly and practical as now. She made him feel like a teenager every fucking time, watching every inch of skin getting revealed and lingering on her beautiful curves just that side of too long. Said curves were getting more defined these days, it really was impossible to ignore anymore, and fuck if that didn't turn him on even more. He couldn't wait to get his hands back on her. He wanted to caress and kiss every inch of this perfection, and he thought, later at night, he definitely would.

But right now his world narrowed down quite primevally to Natasha's clever hand around his cock and that certain tone in her voice that left him straining just harder against her movements. He ended up moaning against her shoulder instead of going for that kiss he had planned, and quickly hurried to follow her request before his hands would tremble too much.

Her bra was just a pile on the floor with one well-trained move of his fingers on her back and he sighed happily when her bare soft breasts pressed against his skin, her nipples hard and sensitive. There was no way he couldn't lean down to suck one of the hardened buds between his lips, with gently teasing teeth, while his hands wandered back to her panties and slipped under the thin fabric to work her perfect ass between strong fingers again.

[study_in_scarlet]

“Maybe I should have tried that philosophy,” she said, though if Clint had known she was naked under her dress she doubted he would have been able to keep his hands to himself. “Though had I known I might not have let you off the hook so easy at dinner.”

She wondered if she would have been able to undo the zipper of his pants with just her toes, not that it really mattered now. Now he was free and bare and completely hard in her hands.

Once he had relieved her off her bra Natasha pressed her chest to his, feeling the warmth of his skin and the thin sheen of sweat that had started to build. Clint was not content with just that contact, though, and when she felt his hot mouth enclose her nipple she let out a soft moan. His hands were kneading and caressing again she released her hold on him after a moment to remove her panties herself. When that last shred of clothing had been removed one hand returned to his hard cock while the other grasped his hair and pulled his head up so she could meet his eyes.

“I’m going to need you to fuck me now,” she said in a very clear, commanding voice, but there was an edge to it he would recognize that stated her impatience and desire. It had been a couple of days since she had last felt him inside of her, and after the emotional turmoil that had filled the time between, she needed that release that only he could give her, that feeling of being whole and satisfied.

[farmboyhawk]

Well, Clint Barton knew an order when he heard one. And it wasn't like he had any objections... He could always go back later to make Natasha moan and squirm, just by spending half an eternity playing with her nipples...

Priorities. That demanding, longing tone in her voice was enough to have his cock twitch in her hands and draw another helpless groan from his lips. She was so goddamn hot when she was bossy, her body burning with need just like his, her skin flushed just from these few moments of touching and kissing. He really didn't need to be told twice to give the lady what she wanted.

His hands went beck to her ass and thighs, this time just to lift her in his arms though, wrap her legs around his hips so he could carry her over to the next surface. Which happened to be the back of the sofa where she could sit and he had to keep her safe and tight in his arms anyway which was just perfect.

Her whole nude heated body pressed against her when he carried her over, the tender skin of her center slick with arousal, and fuck, he hadn't realized it was physically possible to get that hard that fast. He made sure she was seated comfortably before he let go off her middle with one hand to slide it between their already sweat damp bodies and play with that enticing wetness, not long enough to stall things, just enough to make sure she was ready enough. The hot tightness awaiting his carefully circling fingers didn't allow for much more waiting anyway.

He muffled his own sounds of need against Natasha's shoulder, pressing his erection against the rough leather of the sofa for a moment in an attempt to cool it before he would embarrass himself... But he did have a certain idea that they both wouldn't last too long this first time around.

[study_in_scarlet]

She couldn’t help but grin when he twitched in her hand making it very clear that he was just as ready as she was. They could take it slow later with all the care and attention he planned for her, but right now she just wanted it hard and fast, needed to take the edge off so they could both relax later and enjoy every touch.

Clint lifted her effortlessly with those strong arms and she wrapped her legs and arms around him. It was only a few steps, but each one rubbed her most sensitive spot against him and she had to bury her face against his neck, moaning and sucking against his skin.

The leather of the sofa was cool against her heated skin when he set her on it and she sucked in a breath, though not out of any displeasure. She wanted to press against his searching fingers but managed to hold back. Even this hot, even with her telling him she wanted him this very instant, he had to check for himself, had to make absolutely certain there was no chance of him hurting her. There were so many reasons she was so incredibly and deeply in love with this man and the care he took with her in these situations was one of them.

Lifting her head while he took a moment to get himself together, she didn’t make it easy on him when she drew the lobe of his ear in between her teeth and nibbled at it. “Any time now,” she spoke against his ear, grinning widely before giving it a little harder nip.

[farmboyhawk]

Natasha's breath was warm and promising against one of his most sensitive spots and elicited an excited shiver down his back. Sucking in a breath, Clint pressed his hips against the cool surface just tighter. Yep, better to get on with this, or this would be a short show. He was just too fucking hot for her after all the teasing.

Her following reassurance had him grin ruefully and shrug a little. He couldn't help it, even if it most of the time was more for his own piece of mind, he rather risked letting Natasha wait a second to long than hurting her even once in a thousand times.

Now there was no reason anymore to wait. The need in her husky voice and the delicious slickness coating his hand when he pulled back just as carefully, spoke a clear language. He withstood temptation to lick his skin clean, knowing, he'd be probably on his knees then with his face between Natasha's legs instead of complying to her wish. So his hand came to rest on her ass instead, to steady and caress her.

The other reached between their bodies to adjust himself, and that simple touch already had him growl with lust. Her wetness welcomed him easily, that well-known, beloved feeling of heat and closeness and intimacy, so intense that he had to bury his face against her shoulder again to catch his breath, her name a breathless whisper on his lips.

That dangerous heat in his loins let him know, there was no time to enjoy it properly right now, not if he wanted to make it good for her. His hand tightening its grip on her ass, he pulled her body flush against his once he could be sure she was just as comfortable and turned on as he was, and started to thrust up into that perfect hot heat steadily, accompanied by moans and pants into that certain spot of Natasha's shoulder that was soon red and sensitive from his nibbling and sucking.

[study_in_scarlet]

All those noises he was making, and the way he buried his face against her shoulder, made it pretty clear this was going to be a quick round, which was perfectly fine by Natasha. She just wanted him so badly right now, and when he finally entered her she drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly, relishing in the feel of him hard and deep inside of her.

Wrapping her arms around him and cradling his head against her shoulder, she let out a little grunt when he pulled her flush against him and quickly found a rhythm. She rolled her hips, pushing into each thrust until they easily moved as one. Tightening her leg around him she went back to nibbling at his ear, one hand sliding over the strong muscles of his back. “Feels so good,” she murmured, her tongue tracing the ridges of his ear. “You’re so big and hard.

[farmboyhawk]

Even with little leverage Natasha managed it to answer to his movements, and soon Clint was panting desperately against her shoulder, caught up in lust and heat completely and doing his best to not let this end too quickly. Not too easy with her gorgeous body all over him, their movements so perfectly in tandem that it felt like they were more one person than two.

Her strong legs around him pulling even closer with every move, made it impossible to even try slow it down and he wasn't sure he wanted to. She needed this just as much as he did. They could catch up with the rest later. But her whispered filthy praises just made him even harder inside of her, especially since she usually wasn't much of a dirty talkier. That tension in his loins became nearly unbearable, and he didn't want to be that asshole that left her unsatisfied, he had to come up with something creative.

The image of how he had held her during their dance entered his mind, how trustfully she had let herself fall, and a smile curved on his lips. He forced himself to take his head off her shoulder, after a quick kiss to the red spot his mouth had left there, and moved one hand from Natasha's hips higher, draping his arm up her waist and back so she could move more freely.

"Lean back for me, beautiful?", he murmured into her ear between his moans. "I've got you... Want to see how beautiful you look when I fuck you..."

[study_in_scarlet]

Whether Clint wanted to or not Natasha certainly didn’t want to go any slower. She needed that release, that instant gratification; all the rest they could lose themselves in later. She loved it when Clint talked dirty, but it was something she normally didn’t do back. It felt false because too often in the past it had been, but every so often she could ignore that, or Clint got her far enough gone that she didn’t think about it.

Of course phone sex was entirely different and something she enjoyed when their missions kept them apart for too long.

His arm along her back made her feel safe and secure, but his words still made her falter in their rhythm. There was nothing behind her to lean against except for his arm, so she would be trusting him to hold her up the whole time, to keep her steady without tiring.

Tilting her head back to meet his eyes, she couldn’t resist kissing his lips now that they were in view before sliding her hands up to rest on his shoulders. Solidly holding his gaze, she slowly leaned back into his arm, her fingers tightening on his shoulders as she did so, laying herself bare for him to see.

[farmboyhawk]

"God, you're so fucking beautiful."

Clint was surprised he was actually still capable of coherent speech when Natasha stretched out for him like that. It had been meant as a little help to have better access to her body... But seeing her like that now, all flushed and sweaty, her wonderful big breasts swaying with every of their moves and the pleasure showing on her face, nearly made him forget him about that.

A particularly tight clench of her muscles around him that had his whole body shudder and his rock hard cock jerk dangerously inside of her, reminded him that there had been actually a purpose for that, more than ogling her. His free hand sneaked between their bodies to give her breasts a good tight squeeze each, a gentle roll of her hardened nipples between his fingertips as a promise of what would follow later.

Then he slowly ran it down her body, gentle strokes until he finally reached her middle. The position should already do wonders to that certain hidden spot deep inside and he could just hope that his thumb running tight circles over her clit would take care of the rest, to get her close at least... Because he certainly was, as she would be able to tell from his loud, uncontrolled moans. And the trembling in his body, that didn't keep him from holding her safe and tight in his arms though.

[study_in_scarlet]

Once in position and sure that Clint had her, Natasha started to move again and, oh god did that change in position do wonders. The angle was perfect and every thrust hit her just where she needed it causing her to gasp and moan, her eyes fluttering shut, though not before she could see that look of pure reverence on Clint’s face as he looked at her. It gave him the perfect view of her breasts which he loved so much, and she was rather impressed that he didn’t immediately bury his face in them. He had taken her words seriously and knew exactly what she wanted, and he never strayed from that path.

Clenching harder around him and feeling his body shudder, she matched the new rhythm as his hand traveled lower to find her clit causing her to jerk against him at the first touch. The added stimulation had her moaning and panting along with him, her movements becoming erratic and her nails digging into his shoulders. She could feel that he was close but she knew Clint, knew that he would do everything he could to make sure she found her release before he let himself go.

With one final squeeze of his shoulders she let him go, giving herself over entirely to him and trusting in him to keep her from falling. It allowed her to lean back just a little more and his next thrust had her crying out his name, the rubbing of his thumb just enough to push her over the edge.

[farmboyhawk]

Clint decided that they definitely had to do a position like this more often, where he could watch her on full display when she came, watch her body jerk and tremble, and the grimace of sheer pleasure overwhelming her. Her muscles squeezed him so tightly that for a second he thought, he was coming right with her.

But then he was busy watching her and concentrating on working her clit with his fingertip, with just the right pressure, and busy with not letting go for off her for even a second and... And just like that the worst need passed and he could catch his breath at least for a few more moments.

He made use of it in making sure that Natasha could ride out every second of her orgasm, fucking her steadily through it, though a little slower now, until she slumped a little in his arms. Then he wrapped both arms around her again, pulling her close to bury his face against her neck and circle his hips against hers. Slowly, just enjoying how fucking wet she was around him, how her juices coated his skin, her trembling body covered in sweat against his.

One hand got tangled loosely in her hair while his lips covered her neck with kisses and small nips. Every smallest move had him moan out, the heat dangerously coiling at the base of his spine. He could just have taken her hard and fast now until he came, and probably she wouldn't have minded... But seeing her so nicely stretched out for him just a second ago had given him a different idea. Besides, he wanted to have her again, later, long and gentle and maybe a little wild, and he didn't want her to be sore tomorrow.

"If I promise to clean you up afterwards..." His tongue teased the edge of her ear between his whispers, the lobe got another of these light, teasing bites. "Can I come on you?"

[study_in_scarlet]

She bucked and trembled against him and he held her just as steady through it all. For a moment it felt like all the pain and uncertainty of the past few days had all been a dream and that nothing in the world could touch her, nothing could bring her down from the high she was feeling from the pure pleasure that continued to wrack her body.

Her orgasm seemed to stretch out forever with Clint’s thumb still working its magic and his cock still hard and moving inside of her. It wasn’t until she’d finally leveled out and slumped against him and he had pulled her up to hold her tight against his body again that she realised with surprise that he hadn’t come with her. He had been so close she had felt sure that her release would have pushed him over as well. He was still moving his hips slowly though she no longer moved with him. Her brain was having a hard time turning back on again so she hadn’t found anything to say nor moved to help him before he voice his request.

In all honesty she probably would have given him almost anything he asked for in that moment. Nodding against him, she made herself speak as well so he would be certain, knowing he would want to hear it. “Yes,” she whispered, finally making her body cooperate and squeeze him gently.

[farmboyhawk]

It took just that little answer of her muscles to his shallow movements to let Clint know, this wouldn't take long at all. His hand tightened on Natasha's ass, pressing her tightly against him once more before he forced himself to step back, slowly and carefully, knowing, she'd be sensitive after having just come. He winced a little himself at the sudden loss of contact but reminded his hormones there was more to come later.

For now there was something else he really liked to do, and since Natasha didn't seem to mind, that was a chance certainly to take. He swept her back into his arms, carrying her around the sofa so she could sit more comfortably. He wasn't sure how he managed to gather enough self-control for that but it was certainly worth it. Natasha looked scorchingly hot in her afterglow, with her lips slightly red and swollen and her body still trembling against his. It wasn't easy to let go off her for even a moment, but she was still all slick and hot against his painfully hard cock when he had her that close, and that overrode even his desire to hold her for the moment.

Her warm juices all over him served perfectly as lube after he had sat her down gently and gave in to his body's needs, starting to stroke himself just the way he needed it. With no playing around and no stretching things out, it really needed just a few hard movements to take him to the edge and over it. Especially with the beautiful sight of his naked partner right before him.

He somehow managed it to make sure to aim for Natasha's chest and not her face before his brains checked out for several long moments, his knees nearly gave out under him from all that heat finally relieving itself. He was pretty sure he was moaning, maybe shouting something, probably her name or something in Italian he couldn't remember. Finally he had to lean over Natasha and brace himself against the backrest to keep himself upright, the other hand, trembling heavily, caressing her shoulder and arm.

"Oh fuck..."

[study_in_scarlet]

Clint was still so hard when he pulled out of her that Natasha gave a little whimper. Gripping the back of the sofa she was just lowering her feet back to the floor to steady herself when he surprised her again by sweeping her into his arms and carrying her around the sofa. Her knees still felt week and her body still tremble and she wasn’t sure where he found the strength, but when he had something in his head he almost always made it happen, no matter what.

He set her gently on the sofa and she shifted only slightly to get comfortable; planting her feet on the floor she kept her legs spread, the cool air in the house feeling good against her heated body. His eyes raked over her, seeming to focus on her chest, while hers never left the sight of his strong hand stroking himself right in front of her, his cock glistening with her juices. It was hot watching him like this, seeing him let go, and it was a good thing it didn’t take long or she would have been tempted to help him.

The semen hit her square on the chest in steady spurts, and she she shifted her body to make sure it covered her breasts. When he was spent and leaning over her she tilted her head up to kiss his chest, tasting the salt of sweat on his skin while she ran her hands along the backs of his thighs in soothing motions.

[farmboyhawk]

Still caught up in the last waves of lust, Clint couldn't help another shiver when Natasha's lips touched his skin. Instead of coming down quickly from its height as usual, his body still felt heated, on the edge, though exhausted for the moment. Yep, this would definitely be a long night.

As much as he would have loved to hold her for a while, softly caressing her back, there was something he had promised... And though she would probably call him a caveman for it, admittedly, he wanted to enjoy the sight, too.

So he gave in to his trembling legs and knelt down on the floor, not even trying to swallow his appreciative moan when he saw Natasha sitting there like this, with her legs spread and her breasts marked with white. One of these overwhelming arousing pictures to save on his internal hard drive for lonely nights to come, definitely.

His hands stroked her thighs gently, his bottom lip caught between his teeth when he raised his head to look at her, her reddened cheeks and the relaxed bliss of her own orgasm in her eyes. Maybe he should give her a break, but temptation was just too big... She would tell him if she needed to stop. And well, this was supposed to be her night... He might as well start with worshiping her the way she deserved it.

His hands wandered higher, gently grabbing her hips to pull her forward so he could lean over her easier. He started with placing a little teasing kiss right below her navel, just a promise of where his mouth would be later. Then he made his way upwards with little kisses and sweeps of his tongue, bathing in her clean scent and the salty taste of their game, until he reached the mess he had left on her. Slowly, very thoroughly, he started licking her skin clean, looking up at her from heated eyes, especially in these precious moments when he caught her nipples between his lips and took a little extra time to make sure she was really clean there...

[study_in_scarlet]

When Clint knelt on the floor between her feet, Natasha gave him a blissful smile and ran her fingers through his hair. “Like what you see?” she spoke in a rough, low tone, taking a deep breath so that her chest heaved provocatively. The look he gave her was one of pure admiration as he drank her in, committing the image to memory.

She expected Clint to join her for a rest and making teasing comments while he cleaned her up with a tissue, so when he grabbed her and pulled her closer to the edge of the couch she let out a surprised grunt and raised an eyebrow at him. She should have known he would not be so conventional.

A slow smile curled her lips as she watched him making his way slowly up her body and leaving a trail of kisses behind. There was something very raw and erotic about watching him lick the proof of his own lust from her skin, especially when he looked at her with such passion and desire. He was just so fucking sexy sometimes, and even though she was entirely satisfied there was no way Natasha was going to stop him right now. Dropping her head against the backrest when he focused on her nipples, she let out a soft noise and arched her back, hands trailing up his beautiful arms.

[farmboyhawk]

Clint smiled up at her a little when she leaned back, enjoying the attention, and made very sure he covered every inch of her beautiful curves with his administrations, alternating between gentle kisses, thorough sweeps of his tongue and little nibbles. It wasn't something he particularly enjoyed but he didn't mind, and for getting his mouth on her beautiful breasts he never needed much of an excuse, really.

But there was something about the act itself that kept him just on that exciting edge of arousal, ready to start new anytime, with the worst burning desire sated for now, though. With Natasha, it could happen that she kept him in this state for days, especially when they were doing undercover and he had to watch her sexy ass through a scope 24/7. But here, in their holiday and with all time in the world at their hands, he could enjoy this, knowing that she felt the same and looking forward to the next time they would give in to this lurking arousal.

Finally when he was satisfied with her skin being clean, he rested her head against he chest with a deep sigh and just held her against him for a while, softly stroking her back and hips.

"You're just amazing, you know", he murmured, turning his head up to look at her. "Thank you for this. Tell me what you feel like doing?"

[study_in_scarlet]

After watching him a while Natasha closed her eyes and relaxed, losing herself in the sensation of the gentle attention he lavished on her. He had satisfied her initial needy lust, but that wasn’t to say she was done for the night by any means, the way her nipples hardened again attesting to that. He didn’t push her, though, and before too long he settled against her and she let out a sigh of contentment. Running one hand along his arm and across his shoulders and back, she left her other draped comfortably around him, enjoying the embrace.

Eventually Clint stirred against her and she looked down to meet his eyes. He was always so grateful, as if he saw it as some sort of blessing that she let him near her like this. It was silly, but she said nothing about it.

“This is nice,” she answered. “Though you might want to get off of your knees. That will hurt after a while, and we wouldn’t want you hobbled for later.”

She fully intended to take him up on that offer of a fully body massage, but for a few minutes longer she just wanted to hold him and be held by him.

[farmboyhawk]

"You'd be surprised about how long I can be on my knees."

Clint raised an eyebrow at her, none too innocently, but gave in to her suggestion then. Maybe another time.

Sitting down parallel to the sofa, he snuggled close to Natasha's body again, one arm draped around her hips, with his head gently resting against her side and belly. He could still smell what they had just done on her, and it made him sigh a little, place a few soft kisses on her skin, that was enough for the moment.

The thought was there, below the surface, vaguely, that there was a reason why her body felt so especially soft at exactly this place where he nuzzled his face, and why he had to be careful to not put too much pressure there... But he managed to keep it at bay for now. It just was easier if they tried not talking, thinking about it the whole time. Still he couldn't resist placing another quick kiss right to the middle of her belly. Just to let her know he knew and that things were as alright as could be, at least tonight.

[study_in_scarlet]

She laughed at his comment and shook her head. “Better watch what you say, I may ask you to prove it,” she replied, though she was pretty sure he would wear her out long before his knees failed him.

She had expected him to join her on the sofa and could only smile when he stayed on the floor, hugging her belly instead. Laying one arm along his she threaded the fingers on her other hand gently through his hair, every once in a while applying a little pressure to massage his scalp, or gently running her nails along it.

Now that the overwhelming need was sated, it was impossible not to think about the pregnancy, especially with Clint placing kisses on her slightly swollen belly. She wasn’t sure what to expect, but she presumed it wouldn’t be long before the wild nights like these would come to an end. Eventually her body would grow fat and unattractive and he wouldn’t want her so desperately, and she would be tired and not want to do much.

She didn’t want to think about it right now, and she definitely didn’t want to think about what to do afterwards. She had gotten pregnant once; it had taken years but it had happened, so would they have to start taking precautions against it in the future? Just more things to discuss, but some other day.

“I may fall asleep if we stay like this too long,” she said after a while. “And I do believe you still owe me a massage.”

[farmboyhawk]

"As if I could forget."

A wide grin spread on Clint's face. He pressed his lips to Natasha's belly once more and straightened up then, kissing his way gently up her chest. Somehow he made it not to stray on the way before he reached her throat, her chin, and finally pressed his lips shortly, tenderly against hers. Just a promise for the moment.

"Don't go anywhere. I'll be right back."

He hurried to get up - without his knees making any problems, as he liked to note - and got to the kitchen first, retrieving two bottles of water. One he brought Natasha before he hurried right back to prepare a small plate with chocolate from the fridge. He brought the snack to Natasha's nightstand while he emptied half of his own water bottle to rehydrate and then stopped by the bathroom.

It turned out, it had been a very good idea to bring that nearly full bottle of massage oil... He also brought along two big towels and a smaller one for himself to wipe his hands in between. He hadn't forgotten a certain warning about not messing up the sheets again...

When the towels were spread out on the bed and just waiting for Natasha to get comfortable on, he went back to the living room with a slight blush on his cheeks and put his arms around her from behind, nuzzling his face against her neck.

"Ready?"

[study_in_scarlet]

Clint kissed his way up her body, and by the time he reached her lips she was smiling warmly. “I wouldn’t dream of moving,” she said, snuggling down a little deeper on the sofa. It wasn’t all that comfortable, to be honest, but she waited until Clint had disappeared before straightening up again. Of course he had made sure to get her some water first which she gratefully sipped at.

She could hear him moving between the rooms, and while it would have been sappy and cliché she wouldn’t be surprised to find candles and flower petals awaiting her in the bedroom when she got there.

The water helped to rejuvenate her and she was feeling alert again by the time Clint returned for her. “Mm, definitely,” she replied, stroking his cheek with one hand. “Carry me?”

He had said it was her night and had offered whatever she wanted, so why not take advantage of that offer?

[farmboyhawk]

Clint's smile was surprised but definitely not unhappy. Some evenings he just really liked to pamper his girl, and if she offered it herself, he certainly wouldn't say no.

"My pleasure."

Still smiling, he leaned down to sneak his arms under Natasha's legs and back and lifted her effortlessly. Of course he had to take the chance to kiss her, now that she was so close, a little longer this time but still feathery, with a small, teasing nip on her lower lip at the end. Before he could get carried away he brought her to the bedroom, maneuvering through the door elegantly, and set her down on the bed carefully.

"Wherever you want to start, M'lady."

He pointed at the towels and the oil bottle waiting with a little bow, waiting for Natasha to lay down.