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]

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.

[study_in_scarlet]

The way he presented himself to her, tilting his head to give her better access to his neck, elicited a possessive little growl. She didn’t mean to leave a mark, not with hopefully a few more beach days to look forward too before it got too cold, but it was hard to resist with him offering and clearly enjoying what she was doing to him. She tried not to linger in one place for too long, but when she reached his collar bone it was less a nip she gave him as a full bite, though not hard enough to break the skin.

Her body was awash with pleasure, ebbing and flowing as they moved; their bodies molded together, slick with oil and perspiration. She could feel that familiar sensation starting to build but she didn’t want this to end, just wanted to stay in this moment for a little longer, for forever. Clint’s whispered words made her hold him tighter as she trailed kisses from one side of his neck to the other to lavish the same attention there.

She didn’t say it back this time, but she didn’t need to. He knew she loved him, with all of her heart and every fibre of her being. She loved how he treated her, how he touched her; how he trusted her and how he loved her. She loved these moments when there were no walls between them, when they were naked in more ways than one, naked and vulnerable and entirely trusting. He was everything she had never let herself want, everything she didn’t think she deserved, and she would never let him go.

“Slow...” she murmured, speaking more to herself than to him. Trying to bring her body back under control, she leaned back enough to meet his eyes, her fingers lifting to travel gently through his hair before interlacing behind his neck. In that moment she thought she could drown in his eyes and be perfectly happy to do so.

[farmboyhawk]

Clint enjoyed the sudden tenderness of her touch with half-closed eyes and a soft smile. Something embarrassingly close to a purr came from his mouth before he quickly bit his lower lip, not surprised to find it sensitive from their very... passionate kissing. Which happened to be his favorite kind of pain.

He was thankful for the moment of calmness, just breathing and enjoying for a few seconds, both the way their bodies fit perfectly into each other, and the way Natasha looked at him. Sometimes there was this certain look, like he was all that mattered to her in this world, and in nights like this they could allow themselves such dangerous notions.

He pulled back from his gentle stimulation for the moment and just kept his hand softly on Natasha's perfect ass while the other gently caressed up and down her back, giving her all time in the world until she would feel like moving again. They weren't in a hurry.

Her eyes were dark with lust and shining with emotion, and he was afraid to blink because he didn't want to miss a second of this certain look. They were still both too fucking turned on to breathe right, but just for this little private minute between them it didn't matter, or only to the extend of how fucking good and right she felt against him, around him, in his arms. Really not a punishment, just enjoying this for a while.

"As slow as you need, beautiful", he whispered back, surprised at how much raw emotion there was in his own voice.

[study_in_scarlet]

Natasha had never let herself get this attached before, had never thought there would be someone in the world she couldn’t live without. Not that she wouldn’t if she lost him; of course she would keep going, it was what she was conditioned to do, but it was Clint that truly taught her how to live. He was the most important person in her life, and while she knew she could not build her world around him, could not let every happiness in her life depend upon him, in moments like this he really was all that mattered. S.H.I.E.L.D., New York; at this moment she thought she could give it all up just so long as she had him.

It was not a thought she allowed herself to dwell on.

She missed the sensation immediately when he moved his hand, but it gave her a moment to breathe and push the growing excitement down a little so they could prolong this encounter. The air was heavy between them, but a good heavy as they continue to search each other’s eyes, seeing all they needed to know within their depths.

The tone of Clint’s voice struck right to her heart, and Natasha couldn’t resist leaning in to kiss him, slowly and softly and containing just as much love and emotion as her eyes had held moments ago.

[farmboyhawk]

Her kiss was sweet and light and everything Clint needed in this moment of unexpected emotion. He met it just as carefully, just a tender caress of his lips on hers, little sighs of contentment and a playful nip here and there.

Soon his mouth started wandering, though, tracing lines along the flushed skin of her cheeks, her chin, her throat, until he reached the point where her pulse sounded against his searching lips. He treated the spot with another gentle, long kiss, savoring the heat of life, of passion under her skin, and then pressed his face against her neck with another deep sigh, until all he could breathe was her. The sweet smell of her hair, salt, sweat, the enticing scent of her lust...

The last note especially reminded his body of the still floating arousal between them, and he moaned a little as his cock gave an affirmative little twitch inside of her. As much as he loved just holding her like that, she was just too fucking hot to draw it out forever.

"Need you", he murmured quietly before biting down on her sensitive skin lightly, careful to not leave a mark. It was enough that he would definitely look like a night of hot sex tomorrow.

[study_in_scarlet]

Slipping her arms around his shoulders again when he trailed his lips down her neck, Natasha let out a content sigh at just holding him close, feeling his skin pressed against hers. It was pure comfort, pure happiness, and she couldn’t keep the smile off her face.

The little emotional interlude had given her time to come down a little, but it didn’t take much to pique her interest again. Feeling him twitch inside of her, hearing that moan and needy murmur; it would have been enough, but that little bite definitely pushed her just that little extra bit, causing her to make a pleasured noise of her own.

Pressing her lips to his shoulder, she started moving her hips again in slow, short strokes, her eyes slipping closed at the sensation once again.

[farmboyhawk]

It was slow, agonizingly slow, nearly too much for the long hours of teasing they had already shared. Clint breathed heavily against her skin, both hands on the firm, round flesh of her ass, just massaging and caressing for the moment because he didn't trust the tremble going through his body. Every move was perfect torture, hot liquid setting his skin on fire, impossible tightness milking his hardness until it became a struggle to contain himself.

A litany of moans and praises came from his lips, something about how fucking good she felt and how much he wanted and needed her, but mostly he was just busy treating her neck with kisses and nibbles and holding on. Before he knew, he was pushing up against her, burying himself in her tightly, with every move until his skin was slick from her lust and sweetest burning pain was throbbing through his lower body.

"Too close, beautiful", he murmured close to her ear, doing his best not to completely lose control.

[study_in_scarlet]

God, he felt so good; so warm and hard inside of her, his fingers firmly massaging her flesh. She loved how she could feel him slowly falling apart, how his words became breathless and careless between the broken moans and gentle kisses.

When he started to thrust up to meet her she increased the pace, panting and moaning along with him. The angle was perfect, and the near emotional overload from a few moments ago somehow added to the pleasure he was giving her.

Lifting her head from his shoulder, she nibbled lightly at his ear, not wanting to bite too hard knowing how close he was. “Then put those fingers back where they were and come with me,” she rasped against his ear.

[farmboyhawk]

Clint Barton was always one to do what the lady asked, especially when Natasha was talking to him in this incredibly turned on, needy tone.

There was enough oil left and his former administrations had been thorough enough, so he could easily, still careful enough, slip two fingertips inside her tight heat, going with both their frantic rhythm.

The additional pressure turned his aroused moans into noises much closer to screams of pleasure. For a few seconds he lost himself completely in the perfect sensation of sweet wetness enclosing him, of Natasha's perfect lithe body moving on top of him and the wild expression of lust in her darkened eyes.

The burning in his loins exploded with not even the slightest chance of stopping himself as he was pumping up into her, spending himself inside of her. His fingers kept on fucking her with tight but still controlled movements, listening to signs of her body as good as his attention still allowed.

His head dropped onto her shoulder and his arm around her waist held her close, as close as possible while the waves of lust washed high around them.

[study_in_scarlet]

Natasha let out a high, keening noise when Clint pushed his fingers back inside her, her body posing no resistance this time. She rocked faster against him, the screams he was emitting turning her on even further until she could no longer think, could just listen and feel and taste the salt on his skin.

He came screaming and without warning, and as she felt him twitching and spurting inside of her, his fingers never faltering in their rhythm, it wasn’t long before she followed him down, her body jerking against his, her fingernails digging into his back. She moaned and gasped, her muscles clenching around him, her body twitching until she finally collapsed against him, panting and trembling.

[farmboyhawk]

Many minutes of comfortable silence passed, just punctuated by heavy breaths and trembles. Clint's hand was tangled loosely in Natasha's hair, fingertips gently massaging her neck. The other was resting just lightly on her ass after he had withdrawn his fingers, teasing her sensitive skin with slowly circling movements.

"You're amazing", he murmured when he could breath again, between the kisses covering her neck and the last of moans coming from his lips when the pleasure slowly died down and he slipped out of her.

[study_in_scarlet]

Sometimes sex was just sex, just a primal urge that needed satisfying; sometimes it was playful and fun, as this encounter had started out being, but other times it was emotional and intense and left Natasha able to do little more than to bury her face against Clint’s neck while she physically and emotionally came back down. The first she had experience with other men, the second once or twice with Alexi, but the last only with Clint, and she was grateful for his strong arms around her, his gentle touch. This was complete and utter fulfillment at its purest.

Nuzzling against him when he finally broke the silence, she smiled against his skin. “Takes two,” she replied, unable to find better words in the moment. “Guess you’re not too old yet to go all night.” Maybe she was, though, since she was definitely feeling blissfully fatigued right now.

[farmboyhawk]

"I'll remind you when you have to roll me out of bed tomorrow."

Clint chuckled softly and lifted his head to seek her mouth, just a short, butterfly-light kiss. He was in no mood to let go off her at all, but now that they were coming down from their high, he began to feel that they were both covered in all kind of stuff. Waking up like that tomorrow wouldn't be too comfortable.

"What do you say, beautiful, take a bath with me? I'll carry you back to bed if you fall asleep, promise."

[study_in_scarlet]

Lifting her head to meet him, Natasha smiled softly against his lips. As much as she wasn’t ready to move, this wasn’t the most comfortable position to relax in, especially with the soiled towels under them.

“And if you fall asleep?” she said, leaning back a little further to look at him. He looked relaxed, happy, and she loved how adorably disheveled his hair was from her fingers running through it. “You’re going to have to let me go so I can let you up.”

[farmboyhawk]

"I think I can handle it."

Clint had spent years and decades behind a sniper scope or his bow, waiting for a mark to move, and his last record of staying awake was worth a note in some statistics probably. Besides, staying awake with Natasha in his arms was hardly a strain.

For now he did have to let her go, though, with a pout of disappointment on his lips. Not without another tender kiss to one of the spots on her shoulder though, where he had left a small mark after all, small enough to be gone by tomorrow hopefully.

[study_in_scarlet]

“Mmm,” was all Natasha answered. She knew he wouldn’t fall asleep until she was settled warmly in bed; he simply wouldn’t allow himself.

Moving her hands to his shoulders, she gave him one last quick kiss before gracefully swinging her leg over and dismounting from the bed. “I’ll get the water running while you clean up in here,” she said, giving her hips an extra little swivel as she walked out of the room. She didn’t need to look back to know he was watching.

Once in the washroom she mixed the water and stoppered the tub. After using the toilet she gathered up some fresh towels and wash cloths and stacked them beside the tub before selecting a subtly scented bubble bath and pouring a little under the running water.

[farmboyhawk]

Natasha made sure to give him a very interesting view on her way out, and Clint spent a few extra long seconds reveling in the memories of what they had just done. Sometimes there were lazy nights when just a little cuddling was perfect, and then there were nights like this when they had about the self-control of teenagers. He loved how easily and naturally they happened to fall into both moods and enjoy it equally. There wouldn't be too many calm nights for them in the foreseeable future, so they should definitely make the best of it.

For the rest of this night, they had spent themselves enough, so he made sure they would have a comfortable bed to return to after their bath. The idea with the towels had been good, he just hadn't considered how wild things would really get. With a little sigh, he started to change the sheets once more and made a mental note to wash them himself tomorrow. He didn't need another embarrassing note on his kitchen table.

When everything was ready and the water stopped running in the room nearby, he joined Natasha, a tired but very relaxed, happy smile on his lips. He waited for her to decide which seat she wanted to have in the tub this time. As long as he was close to her, he didn't really mind either way.

[study_in_scarlet]

Clint took longer than expected to join her in the bathroom, and it wasn’t until she had shut the water off that he finally showed. “Did we really make that much of a mess?” she asked with an amused grin. While she had been waiting she had taken the time to tie her hair up out of the way and clean the make-up off her face. She had also noted a few little marks on her skin but nothing so dark as the one he had given her back in New York, the one she had retaliated for by mirroring it on his skin.

Seeing that Clint was waiting for her to get into the tub first, Natasha stepped in and seated herself near the middle, leaving room for him to get in behind her. As much as she loved to wrap her arms around him and bury her face against his back, she figured he would relax more if he wasn’t worried about putting his weight against her. Besides, her breasts were still rather tender so it was probably better all around. “Come on, hotshot. It’s not nice to keep a lady waiting,” she said, grinning up at him.

[farmboyhawk]

"I blame it entirely on you being too hot for me to contain myself", Clint quipped, returning her grin.

It was a shame, seeing Natasha's perfect body disappear in the water with the foam now blocking his view, but fortunately she didn't keep him waiting. He hurried to follow her inviting smile, taking his place behind her, sighing a little when the hot water engulfed him, leaving his skin sensitive. The scent was nice, not too intensive, and though it was with regret he felt the traces of their game being washed off him, he could feel himself relax into just that perfect blissful state of tiredness before getting really sleepy.

"Come here?", he mumbled softly, caressing up and down Natasha's back.

[study_in_scarlet]

Clint wasn’t the only one enjoying the view, and Natasha took a moment to look him over, noting every sign of their previous activities on his skin.

Wrapping her arms around her knees, she waited for him to settle down, smiling softly at the content sigh that escaped his lips. This was the perfect way to end a rather wonderful day, and no matter what the future held for them, these memories would carry them through.

At his invitation she slid back between his legs and leaned back against his chest. Stretching out she let out a sigh of her own and closed her eyes. “Thank you for today,” she said quietly, running one hand idly along his leg.

[farmboyhawk]

Clint already had his mouth open to say something similar, to tell her again that she was amazing and how much he loved being with her. But he had told her all that already, more than once, today. So he settled for a long, tender kiss on Natasha's neck instead and kept his cheek there, just holding her close while the tiredness washed over them both and comfortable silence fell.

"Anytime", he just murmured softly before closing his eyes to just enjoy the moment for a while, Natasha's body snuggled close against his in warm weightlessness and the sweet exhaustion in his bones. His fingertips drew soft idle circles on her belly and sides and from time to time he covered her neck with these innocent light kisses. That was all and it was all he needed for the perfect ending of this evening.

[study_in_scarlet]

Natasha smiled at the response and rested her head back on Clint’s shoulder. No more words were needed as they expressed everything they felt with gentle touches and the comfortable silence.

The warmth of Clint’s body and the water that surrounded them, as well as the soft scent of the bath lulled Natasha not to sleep, but into that state somewhere between sleeping and waking. Later, when the water began to cool, she would awaken if he tried to move her, but she might just play along and let him dry her off and carry her back to bed anyway. Then she would sleep, warm and safe in his arms, his love for her practically radiating from him, proclaiming itself with every heartbeat.

Eventually he would sleep too, and hopefully the nightmares wouldn’t plague them. Not tonight.

[farmboyhawk]

She looked and felt so very peaceful, so relaxed when she leaned back against him, Clint just had to watch her for a while. The fine lines of worry and fear on her forehead from the last days were gone at least for now. Her bright skin was shining softly in the dimmed light, her lips still cherry-red from their passionate kissing.

The light smile on them didn't go away, even when she dozed in his arms. Just a few days ago he wouldn't have thought it possible that she could rest so easy at least for a little while, and he was thankful for every single second.

He didn't touch her much to not disturb her, just held his hands softly on her belly and caressed her ever so gently with his fingertips. The thought of what was there, of why her skin felt so especially soft, was there, dancing under the surface like their bodies under the layer of foam, but he didn't let it break through, not really. He just kept on treating that certain spot with especially tender touches and let his tiredness blur the rest out. Tomorrow was early enough to think about that again.

[study_in_scarlet]

Natasha couldn’t help but notice where Clint’s hands gravitated and focused, but she wouldn’t let herself think too much about it, not tonight, not when she was feeling so warm and protected in his arms. Even as she dozed she could feel his eyes on her and it was that as much as anything that kept that smile on her lips. In this moment she felt like nothing could touch them, like they could accomplish anything just so long as they faced it together.

For a long time they stayed like that, not talking, barely moving, until the heat started to dissipate from the water. “We should probably get out soon,” Natasha eventually said, her voice barely above a whisper, but she made no move to do so, her hands covering Clint’s on her stomach.

[farmboyhawk]

"Hm-hm."

Clint blinked a little, trying to get awake. For a while he had actually been dozing. He wasn't in a mood to let go off Natasha at all, but the water would soon be cold and he certainly didn't want her to be.

He lowered his head to her neck again, leaving a long, tender kiss there and nudged her just a little, very gently, to get her to move.

"Well, the sooner we get back, the sooner we can cuddle again", he chuckled against her skin.