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]

"Hmmm..."

Clint ran his fingertips playfully from Natasha's neck to her cheek and over her slightly swollen lower lip, while he pretended to think about his answer. In truth he only had to try to keep his breath under control or that plate would fall off in no time. And breathing calmly wasn't exactly easy with certain arousing pictures on his mind.

"I was thinking, you could join me on that workout bench... Just saying... You don't have to wear clothes to train, right? But of course you would only move when I do my weights like a good boy... Couldn't think of a better motivation..."

His hand wandered slowly down her body until he reached the heated skin between her legs, and again he had to stifle a hard shiver when he realized, this turned her on as much as him. He ran just a fingertip gently through her folds, more teasing than anything, and licked his lips slowly to emphasize his words.

"Or you know, on leg day... You could just kneel over me so I have a nice view while I press that damn bench, and when I'm doing good enough, I get a little tongue workout to go with it..."

[study_in_scarlet]

Clint was the picture of control as he relayed his plans to her, but she could tell he had to concentrate to restrain himself. Of course he didn’t restrain his hand, though, and she bit her lip to hold back any verbal reactions to his gentle teasing. With the stress and the fatigue of recent days it had been a while since she’d felt this voracious, and luckily Clint seemed just as insatiable.

Closing her eyes as he spoke, she let herself envision the scene he described, her hips twitching involuntarily. “I can see why this workout wouldn’t be feasible in a shared facility,” she said, opening her eyes to meet his again. “Or you could always bench press me.”

Smiling at him, she remembered the other praline she had laid out earlier that was more than sufficiently melted by now. After stealing one more quick kiss she leaned over him to attack his other nipple with the same focus she had given the first.

[farmboyhawk]

"Sounds like another good plan. We'll work out a routine."

Grinning, Clint stretched out a little and removed his hand from its playground for the moment, trying to keep things low. If he started touching Natasha now, really touching, they would be all over each other in seconds. This playful mood was too much fun for that.

He brought his hand to his mouth to suck on that certain fingertip with a quiet hum and a grin that didn't last long when Natasha went back to her sweet torture. The air was already heavy with hormones and growing arousal, so it wasn't much of a surprise that his gathered self-control went out of the window immediately. The perfect wet warmth of Natasha's mouth sent little sparks of arousal right to his groin, and her teeth left his skin just on the perfect side of too sensitive, taut and asking for more. Before he knew, she had him moaning and the muscles especially of his lower body twitch uncontrollably...

And well, that was when he remembered, there was a plate balancing on his body. With something between a curse and a chuckle, he reached out to catch it, just in time before everything could fall off. A praline landed perfectly between two fingers in the process which was of course the best excuse to throw it into his mouth while he was on it. Well, at least his aim wasn't off yet.

[study_in_scarlet]

She could feel his muscles tightening underneath her, and his breath speeding up, but she didn’t stop, didn’t show any mercy. When he moaned she just stepped it up, using her teeth to nip at his sensitive skin, rolling it between her top teeth and her tongue.

Suddenly he shifted, his hand moving quickly to catch the plate, and Natasha lifted her head, her face lighting up with a wicked and victorious grin. She was pretty sure that counted as him being thoroughly seduced.

Looking down at the plate then back up at Clint she stole a candy from the plate and popped it into her mouth before flopping over onto her back beside him, triumphant.

[farmboyhawk]

In the light of Natasha's amusingly childish, happy behavior, Clint couldn't stay grumpy for long that he had lost it. She would always be the one person he enjoyed surrendering to.

Of course he couldn't let her know that so easily. Removing that plate quickly to the other side of the bed in safety, he rolled onto her nude, waiting body and grabbed her wrists, pushing them up over their head with a challenging, heated look in his eyes. As usual, he made sure not to hold her tight enough to hurt, and Natasha being Natasha, she could free herself in seconds anyway, but sometimes he just enjoyed the thrill too much.

"You..."

He lowered his head to her neck and gave it a little bite before moving up to her ear.

"...are"

Her earlobe fell victim to his teeth next while he breathed against her body quickly and heavily, and certainly not from the little strain of holding her down.

"...a goddamn tease."

His lips came crashing down onto hers, tongue sneaking greedily into her mouth to catch the last of chocolate there.

[study_in_scarlet]

She was just asking for retaliation and Clint certainly didn’t disappoint. Letting out a laugh when he suddenly rolled over onto her, she quickly schooled her expression into one of defiance when he pinned her hands up over her head. She couldn’t hide how her breath and her heart sped up, though, nor that flash of excitement and desire in her eyes.

Drawing her bottom lip between her teeth, Natasha gave the slightest facsimile of a struggle, knowing she could easily free herself if she wanted to but wanting nothing of the sort. She managed to otherwise keep herself still even against Clint’s teasing nibbles, but when his lips descended upon hers she gave up all pretense. Kissing him back with equal fervor she arched her back, pressing her breasts against his chest as he swallowed her soft sounds of pleasure.

[farmboyhawk]

"Uh-uh."

Clint played along gladly when Natasha pretended to try and free herself and strengthened his hold on her, still careful to not hurt her, but now she would have to put more effort to free her wrists.

"You're all mine right now", he murmured still close to her lips, panting and writhing against the exciting feeling of her bare, full breasts against his skin.

He wanted more of that, so he took one hand off Natasha's arms, easily holding her with the other. Holding her gaze, still challenging her to balk, he reached down to massage and knead one of her breasts between strong fingers, coaxing her nipple to hardness before he leaned down and started to nibble and suck on it in earnest.

He hadn't expected much from his body after one or the other round already this night, but apparently, playing with Natasha's magnificent tits could never ever leave his hormones cold. He hummed and moaned around the tender flesh caught between his teeth and looked up at her from lust-filled eyes before he changed to the other side to taste her just as enthusiastically there.

[study_in_scarlet]

A possession is something Natasha never allowed herself to be, not since the Red Room. She belonged to no one, she was her own woman, but having Clint proclaim her as his gave her a certain thrill. She had willingly given him her heart, her body, and while her mind remained her own there was a certain part of her that wanted to be his, to be owned and possessed by the only person she could ever trust not to abuse it. She was his to do with as he pleased, because she knew he would never do anything she didn’t want. She was her own woman, but maybe she could also be his woman; his partner, his lover, his friend. His.

“All yours,” she murmured back, opening her eyes to look at him again as he shifted his position. His grip was strong, even as he shifted to one hand, but not too tight, not too confining. Then the true retaliation started when he began sucking and biting at he nipples much like she had done to him only minutes ago. Letting out a low moan she closed her eyes a moment and let herself get lost in the sensation before pulling herself together to continue the game, putting up another poor excuse for a struggle that wasn’t even close to even half-hearted.

[farmboyhawk]

When she spoke, Clint smiled up at her warmly without taking his mouth off her. He wasn't gonna give her a break right now, not when she was so beautifully turned on and writhing underneath him. But he wanted her to know how much he appreciated it that she gave herself over to him like that. There were times when it was just as hard for her as for him. It made him happy everytime she proved how much she trusted him. And he certainly wouldn't do a half-assed job with pleasing her.

Her skin tasted like heaven even without the chocolate, tender and a little salty, nothing he would ever get tired of. He could feel every shiver of her body, every fibre of her skin reacting to his gentle licking and sucking, the playful kneading and twisting of his fingertips on the other side. The fast beating of her heart where he nuzzled his face against her body, growing wetness between her legs that just encouraged his own growing arousal... It didn't take long at all to wind her up just as much as before.

Part of him wanted to touch her there, wanted to taste her sweet juices, but right now he enjoyed it far too much, feeling her nipples get rock hard between his lips. Just the perfect moment to let Natasha feel his teeth, not too roughly since he knew how sensitive she was these days, just enough to leave her skin red and sensitive too even the smallest touch... And maybe get a few of these sweet keening noises out of her he loved so much. At this rate it wouldn't take long before she might ask him for more, and of course he would give her whatever she wanted... But it was one of these nights when he liked to hear it from her.

[study_in_scarlet]

Even amidst all their desire and passion understanding passed between them. He understood what she gave to him, how difficult it was to do so, and she could clearly see how much it meant to him. It was nothing more than a few whispered words, a smile and a look, but it conveyed more than entire conversations could, and certainly did nothing to dampen the mood. It probably only heightened it.

Closing her eyes her breathing grew heavy and she continued to writhe beneath him, rubbing herself against him wherever she could. Letting out a little whimper when he used his teeth she flexed her fingers, wanting to run them through his hair, to grip the back of his head and hold him to her.

“Clint...” his name escaped her lips, sounding raw and needy. Rocking her hips up against him she tried to push herself impossibly closer, wanting to feel every inch of his skin against hers.

[farmboyhawk]

Her voice, so full of of pure lust, whipped shivers all the way down his back and right into the core of his own lust. Soon he was writhing just as greedily against her hot, wet center, rubbing against her most sensitive point in time with his soft nibbling and sucking.

He didn't stop, not as long as she didn't tell him what she needed most right now, but he let go off her arms to take one of her hands in his, and give her the freedom to handle him however she wanted it. Quiet moans broke through his heavy breathing, sounding against her skin. The air was heavy with the scent they both created and his skin burned, demanding for touch. The growing silky feeling of her lust against his raging erection didn't exactly help, but he didn't let his own need get the better of him, not yet. They had gone from fooling around to incredibly sexy and turned on within seconds, and he wanted to enjoy it a little longer.

[study_in_scarlet]

As much as she’d enjoyed the game and had been willing to continue, Natasha was glad when Clint released her wrists, giving her freedom of movement back. Threading the fingers of one hand through his, her other moved immediately to his hair, her fingernails scratching just lightly along his scalp as he continued his ministrations.

Every move he made made her hotter, wetter, and she ground her hips harder against his, rubbing her slit along his hardened length and making a sharp, keening sound.

“I want you,” she murmured, sliding her hand down his neck and across his shoulder blades, wanting to touch him everywhere. Sometimes sex could be fun and playful, but tonight it seemed that was just an interlude between the deep need and wild yearning. Already she wanted him again, wanted to feel him inside of her though much slower this time, not like the hard and frenzied encounter on the back of the sofa. She wanted to take him in, to hold him there, to feel everything.

[farmboyhawk]

Clint moved against her hand with a quiet growl when she used her nails on him, like she didn't know what that did to him every single time. Just for the uncontrolled way she pulled his hair and writhed against him he could have done this for hours. But Natasha was pretty clear about what she wanted right now, and he certainly wasn't averse to the idea. Not when she was rutting against him so perfectly hot and wet, just waiting to be taken.

Letting go off her slightly reddened and sensitive breast, he brought his arm under her body and rolled on his back quickly before pulling her in for a passionate kiss. His tongue sneaked into her mouth, teasing every corner of soft flesh he could reach. His hands wandered down her body to take hold of her butt and press her against him, his throbbing erection caught between their bodies just right to rub against her clit and wind her up further.

"Want to see you", he murmured huskily, between moans and greedy kisses.

[study_in_scarlet]

Natasha missed the feeling of his mouth the second he removed it, but it was only for a moment, just long enough to roll them over, before his lips found hers in a searing kiss. She could still taste the faint hint of chocolate on his tongue as she kissed him deeper, her tongue moving along his.

She let him use those strong arms of his to position her body, moaning into the kiss when he squeezed her ass and rubbed her against him, the pressure against her clit sending a shock through her.

“Back or front?” she whispered, figuring she would give him the option which way she faced, which view he got tonight. All the while she continued to rub against him, her breathing already becoming quick.

[farmboyhawk]

"Impossible choice", Clint murmured back, trying to get his sex-addled brain to make up an answer.

Natasha's body certainly was gorgeous from every angle, and he would never get tired of watching her get off on top of him. He decided that he wanted a little bit of both and gently took her shoulders to get her to sit up. Resting his weight mostly on his arms, it was easy to do the same even with her hardly noticeable weight still on him, and lean back against the back frame before pulling her back into his embrace.

She was already so wet for him that she easily sank down on him which had him moan out and gasp for air, his forehead buried against her neck as their bodies slowly connected and that overwhelming beloved feeling of being so close to her took over. He kept one arm softly wrapped around her while the other kept on working her ass, but he didn't steer her, didn't urge her to move, just let her get comfortable and get what she needed while he nibbled and sucked on her neck.

[study_in_scarlet]

“Impossible but necessary,” she replied, grinning against his lips. Of course she should have known not to underestimate Clint’s ability to find a way around it. Following his prompting she allowed him to move and moved with him, settling easy into their new position. He wasted no time after that in burying himself inside of her, and she easily took him in, every inch, a soft moan escaping her lips.

For a long moment she stayed just like that, relishing in the feel of his lips on her neck, his fingers massaging her flesh, and how he filled her so completely. No matter how often they came together like this it always felt incredible, better than she used to ever dream was possible.

Slowly she began to move, just rotating her hips a little at first. Running her hands through his hair she pulled his head up so she could kiss him again, so he could swallow her moans and sighs of pleasure.

[farmboyhawk]

Clint was just too happy to comply when she grabbed his hair, another turned on, deep growl escaping from his lips. Getting handled by Natasha that way was a much bigger turn on than it probably should be. He kissed her back fiercely, sucking her tongue into his mouth, enjoying all these small noises of lust on her lips, and just let her move, let her find her pleasure.

When they finally pulled back, they were both out of breath. Though he couldn't move as much as he liked too, Clint always enjoyed this position greatly, simply for the reason that he could simultaneously watch and touch Natasha as much as he desired. The way her face contorted with pleasure when she started to move and the small trembling of lust and strain in her steeled thigh muscles... She felt like heaven, coating his lower body with her juices with just these small movements of her hips.

Looking down at where they were joined so tightly sent another hot jolt of lust right to his groin. She took him so easily while she was driving him crazy with her hot tightness at the same time, and the way her bare, flushed skin molded against his was nothing short of beautiful. He couldn't resist bringing his hand between their bodies and down there to softly pull her swollen wet lips further apart, baring her sweet engorged clit. His thumb started teasing the hardened bud, feather-light, while his other hand on her ass kept kneading her firm flesh. He wanted to see and feel her fall apart on top of him, piece by piece.

"Love it how you look", he murmured, all caught up in his little game.

[study_in_scarlet]

They kissed passionately and fiercely for a few long moments before finally having to come up for air. Their eyes met in a heated gaze, both panting for breath. As good as the sex had been earlier, fast and hard and exactly what she had needed at the time, the closer her and Clint had grown over the years the more Natasha had come to enjoy it slow and sweet and exploratory. It was more about the journey, about discovering each other and drawing out their pleasure more than the instant gratification. After the hell of the past few days it seemed they needed a little of both.

She kept her movements slow and shallow, clenching around him each time she took him fully inside again. When he looked down between them she leaned back a little to give him a better view, her own eyes following the movement of his hand. His touch was feather-light but her eyes still closed at that first brush of his thumb, a quiet moan escaping her lips. Her hips jerked of their own accord, first pushing against his thumb, then back against the hand that stayed on her ass.

“Love to watch me... take all of you in?” she murmured, rising further off of him this time before slowly sinking down again.

[farmboyhawk]

"Hm-hmm."

Articulating words was soon becoming harder, especially when Natasha saw him through so easily once again and reacted accordingly right away, with that wonderful deep, husky tone in her voice that seemed to go right to his oversensitive balls. She was incredibly sexy, showing herself off like that, and he wasn't able to take his eyes from the hot sight of her sinking down on him once again.

"Fuck, yes", he groaned, pressing his hips up against hers just a little more to feel her soft, slick lips rubbing against his groin, while his thumb kept on working her clit, maddeningly slow still. "Look how perfectly your sweet little pussy takes my cock. Feels so fucking good everytime."

[study_in_scarlet]

When Clint rose to meet her the added leverage seemed to push him even deeper, eliciting a gasp from Natasha. His fingers, his voice, his hard cock pulsing inside of her... god, it felt amazing.

His words brought back an earlier conversation from days before, how he had said she was perfect to him. Neither of them were perfect, far from it, but they were perfect together, perfect for each other, and that was what really mattered. “Perfect fit,” she replied, watching the slow movement of his thumb and where they joined as she moved again, even higher this time. She paused then, deliberately clenching her muscles around him before taking him in again.

[farmboyhawk]

Natasha always felt mind-blowing tight around him, even without trying, and when she used her muscles then to drive him mad, it felt like his brains were exploding right along with his body. His hand on her ass tightened its grip when she sank down on him again, molding around him until he was all sheathed in her perfect wet heat. His breath came from his lips in quick, aroused pants until his mouth felt too dry to even wet his lips, let alone speak. She looked so fucking hot, her hips pressed flush against his while he could feel her strong muscles work his impossibly hard cock, her juices glistening all over his skin. She was just as turned on as he was, her sweet clit engorged and just waiting for his fingertips to rub and pinch until she was shaking with lust.

They still weren't in a hurry, the mood was more playful than anything else. After their former passionate encounters it was easier for Clint to hold himself back from just thrusting up into her until they both fell apart. Later. Right now this was all about driving her crazy.

An idea bloomed on his mind, dark and delicious, already existing since that massage before. It didn't hurt that the bottle of oil was still in easy reach. He let go off her butt just long enough to reach out and get it, pouring a little on his hand in spite of the trembling in his body. He could never be too sexed up to not work properly with his hands, and he planned to make use of that.

Soon enough he was back grabbing her firm, round cheeks and the other hand joined quickly, giving up on the other teasing game for the moment. He made sure to give her a good, tight massage, oiling up her skin and turning her on even more, before his slick fingertips gently dipped into the crease of her ass. Slowly enough for her to stop him anytime he started to circle her puckered entrance, coating her sensitive skin with oil without doing anything else for the moment.

[study_in_scarlet]

No, they were in no rush, and for now Natasha was just enjoying the feeling of Clint stretching her and filling her and twitching inside of her when she clenched around him. It would have been easy to finish this quickly, but when he moved his hands away from her body she knew that wasn’t the plan. They had already worked hard to get each other off earlier, now it was time to just play.

Wrapping her arms loosely around his shoulders while he started his massage anew, she rested her head on his right shoulder, her lips brushing against his neck. “Mmm, that feels good,” she muttered, nuzzling against him and placing soft, fleeting kisses against his skin. Every so often she rocked her hips against him and clenched her muscles just to remind him and keep him nice and hard inside her.

When he started teasing around her hole she made a small noise and nodded her head against his shoulder before pushing back just a little against his hand, giving him permission to continue.

[farmboyhawk]

Clint held still in his movements immediately at that whine he couldn't quite place, but Natasha made sure quick enough what she wanted. His cock gave another very interested twitch at the prospect and he had to try and think very hard of Fury's face before his first coffee to not let get things too heated up.

When he could breath right again, he lowered his head to cover Natasha's neck with small kisses, his hand gently resting on her waist to feel every move, every shiver of her body and react accordingly.

There had been plenty of oil already, so he wasted no more time exploring her hot tightness with a first finger, slowly, carefully, always listening to the signs of her body. She felt so fucking good that it had him panting and moaning in no time again, and his hips started rocking against hers slightly without him willing them to.

[study_in_scarlet]

That very interested twitch had her grinning against his skin and she pressed herself a little closer, nuzzling his neck as she relaxed against him. Seemed he didn’t need any help staying hard after all.

As his finger first started to enter her body resisted on instinct as it always did, but it wasn’t long before she was relaxing around him and rolling her hips again in encouragement to keep going. It felt so good having him pushing into her from both sides. Clearly it was affecting him just as much as her, and she matched his moaning with some of her own, though it was muffled against his neck as she sucked at his skin, not as mindful about not leaving a mark as she had been earlier. She met the movement of his hips and matched the rhythm, erratic as it was.

[farmboyhawk]

Natasha's clever mouth attacking his neck tore him out of his concentration for a moment. He tilted his head aside with a noise of approval and stilled his own movements to catch his breath, or at least try to. The world had narrowed down to nothing but skin on skin, impossibly tight heat enveloping him until he thought, he would die of pleasure any second, and the beautiful sounds from Natasha's lips.

He definitely wanted more of the latter, so he forced himself out of this blissful state of just letting her ravage his skin until everyone they met tomorrow would know, he belonged to her. Just a little, just with a tiny piece of her heart she belonged to him, too, and he didn't want to let that trust down she put in him.

Her body had relaxed by now, as much as she trembled and rocked against him without a real rhythm, accepting the careful intrusion easier. Especially after he got some more oil. She was clenching around him so hard that he wasn't sure he couldn't even come if he hadn't put all of his considerate self-control in preventing that. Probably she would just keep him in this mind-blowing state of arousal until the lights went out, and what a way to go.

Somehow he found enough restraint back to match the gentle rhythm of his finger with the more and more demanding one of her movements, though he was pretty sure his body worked on auto control mode by now. Still without too much hurry they were pushing, sliding, pressing against each other, with every panting breath, every moan either from her or his lips, until the room was just a blur of soft and hot and that certain atmosphere of sex that seemed to drown all their senses. And maybe, occasionally, her name or a whispered declaration of love on his lips.