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Natasha Fortune (ms_fortune) wrote in noctemrp, @ 2012-09-19 14:56:00

Who: Natasha and Clint
What: Backlog!Lunch and a sleepover!
Where: Natasha’s apartment
When: Wednesday, August 29th, around noon
Warning: Smut towards the end

Natasha was glad her mother was going to be at the Sanguine Gardens for the next day or so. She and the delusion she carried of her dead husband could stay there as long as ‘they’ wanted to. She enjoyed being alone with Udachi, her cat. Sure, the paint was peeling on the ceiling and some of the rooms, she had a bucket under the sink to catch the extra water in the kitchen, and the bricks looked so old, but it was home to her. She had tidied up and scrubbed as best as she could, so maybe he wouldn’t notice the old, used couches or how books were piled up and up inside her room.

Knowing the pot roast would take hours before it was even ready for dinner, Natasha had it started in a crock pot along with a can of soda (it made the meat extra tender) and some spices. She’d add the vegetables in later. She had already been to the market in the morning, so everything, from the meat to the vegetables and even a few ingredients for the planned dessert were fresh. She decided she’d start lunch once he came over. She had hoped her friend wouldn’t be bored.

And that he would find the place.

And he wouldn’t be put off by all the Russian in the streets and on some of the stores.

It took Clint twenty minutes to find the damn place. There were too many people in New York. It was like it’s own sort of forest with its own animals. He had dressed up in a nice clean shirt and some black slacks, but really he hoped that she wasn't expecting more. He didn't have anything better than that other than his school robes.

Seeing the apartment finally, Clint walked up to the door and knocked carefully, waiting for an answer. Merlin he hoped it was the right house finally.

It was a good thing Natasha looked out the window then. She saw him outside. She quickly remembered that the last name she gave him wouldn’t be on the buzzer and flushed. She left the apartment, then hurried down the stairs, and opened the door.

“Clint, hey,” she said, breathless. “You’re here.” She looked at him up and down, then tilted her head, confused. “You’re dressed so nicely.” She felt a bit underdressed in her black skirt and tank top.

Clint saw her and grinned, grateful that he was finally there. He never noticed that her name wasn't on the buzzer, just too grateful that she had come out to greet him. “Hey.” At the comment about his clothes, Clint rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry, I wasn't sure how nice you wanted me to dress so I went better than normal, but nothing too great.”

She smiled softly and took his hand. “You look fine. Come on. It’s a bit of a walk up.” She lead him inside and up quite a few flights of stairs. As soon as she got to door number 14, she opened it for him. He’d be able to see the living room and dining room table. On the other side there was a small hall with a bathroom, her mother’s bedroom, and her own bedroom. There was a television, though it didn’t seem to be used much. There were pictures on the wall and some on tables of the family: some of the father alone, some of the mother alone, some of Natasha in her old school uniform, and some of the three together. They looked rather stoic than happy.

“Welcome to my place,” she told him. “I am sorry it’s small. Please, take off your shoes. Make yourself comfortable. I’ll get started on lunch.”

Clint glanced around the place to take it in. It didn't quite look like the type of home that was warm and loving, but from what she had said, it really was the opposite. “No worries, it’s nice.” He offered as he pulled off the rattled old tennis shoes. “Anywhere I should sit while you’re cooking?”

“Anywhere you’d like. You can sit and watch TV or read or sit at the dining room table and talk to me.” She hoped for the third option, but she wasn’t going to force him. The dining room was right next to the kitchen. She walked towards it and waited at the archway to see where he’d go. “Would you like something to drink? Water? Juice? Soda? Milk?”

As great as it would be to watch some sports, it just didn't seem right to do that to her. Instead he moved to sit at the table so he could spend time with her. “A soda sounds awesome. Do you have any Mountain dew?” That stuff was addicting and he almost never got to have it back at the boy’s home.

“I do.” She took out a can from the fridge and handed it to him. “Would you like a straw? And how many burgers would you like?” She went back inside the kitchen and turned a pan on low. She took some ground beef and made it into a patty.

“No thanks, the soda’s just fine.” He took the drink and took a long swig of it before grinning. “Mmmm....” God that was good. When she asked about burgers, Clint looked at the meat she had and thought about it for a minute. “Three ok?”

Smiling and giggling, Natasha nodded and put the first burger on the pan. “However many you want. Would you like cheese on all of them? Or anything like lettuce? I went to the market this morning, so everything’s fresh.”

“Cheese, absolutely cheese! Lettuce and tomato is great too.” He grinned as he watched her. “Man you really went all out for this. That’s really awesome.” No one had ever really done that for him. Stiles and his dad couldn't cook and the nuns always made sure to treat everyone equal..

“It is?” She was still smiling as she added another burger onto the pan and put another pan on a different burner. She added oil to it, then let it warm up. “I’m just glad you’re excited to eat. I’ve never seen or had anyone this happy when it came to me cooking.”

“I made sure I was hungry.” Really he just felt bad eating all of Stile’s food in their house.. He didn't have much choice other than hunting for his own and he had to wait a few days since his and Stile’s camping trip to try to ensure that the animals would come back still. “How many people have you cooked for?”

“Just my mom and I,” she answered. “When I visited Hunter, I brought berries, but that was it. I cook for her now. If I don’t, she- um-” She hesitated, knowing how weird it sounded. He wasn’t put off before by what she told him, so she decided to just admit it. “She’ll cook and include my dad. She still believes he’s alive. Every time I tell her differently, well...” She flipped the burgers and started cutting up a few washed potatoes into slices.

“Yeah? My mom did stuff like that I think.” He could remember his mother talking about his father coming back and trying to make them wait for dinner. It had never happened though and she finally stopped talking. “Parents can be crazy.”

“Tell me about it.” She lifted up her shirt a bit, showing a black and purple bruise at her side. She put it back down and added the potato slices to the oil, frying them. She added cheese to the burgers, then added two buttered buns to the pan to toast them. “We’re a lot alike, aren’t we?”

Clint saw the bruise and pressed his lips into a thin line. It wasn't his place to say anything,not yet. They weren’t good enough friends for that yet. Natasha’s words drew her attention once more and he looked up to her. “Yeah, seems like we are foxy. Mmmm the food smells good.”

“Kindred spirits,” she said. “I believe that’s the term you would use. I think of someone else like that.” She took a bottle of ketchup from the fridge and placed it on the table. She went back into the kitchen and got a plate ready. She put the two cheeseburgers on the toasted buns, added tomato and lettuce, then set the dish in front of Clint. “Get started. I’m making the rest now.”

“Oh? Yeah, who’s your other kindred spirit then?” He asked, but really his whole attention was on the food that was now being placed in front of him. He did manage to catch what she said though. “Rest?” he asked, curious.

Her lips curved up into a smirk as she went back into the kitchen. Ignoring the question, she added two more beef patties onto the pan. “You said you wanted three, right? So I’m cooking one more for you and one for me.” She quickly washed her hands, then got the fried potato slices out from the oil and salted them, letting them sit on a plate with paper towels on it. “You’re practically drooling. Go ahead and eat.”

Clint raised an eyebrow, but didn’t press it as he moved to start eating. It was amazing honestly. the food just tasted so good. "MMMmm awesome!"

“I’m glad you like.” She smiled to herself as she continued to cook. She soon took the plate of sliced potatoes and brought them to the table. “Here. Italian-style fries, it’s called.” She returned to the kitchen just in time to flip the burgers over.

Clint eagerly ate, making sure to save fries for her to eat as well. "i mean it. i should just eat here all the time. " he was kidding, even if it did sound like an awesome idea.

“You could, though I’d have you eating beet patties as well.” She flipped the burgers and added cheese, then toasted the buns again. “I should have slipped one to you now. They’re actually a treat.”

“Beet patties? Yeah.... thanks but no thanks. “ He made a face at the thought of those. “How are they a treat? Beets are gross.”

“They are not,” she huffed. “Have you even had a beet? They’re not so bad.” She got the cheeseburgers dressed with lettuce and tomatoes, then grabbed a coke from the fridge and sat down at the table. She opened the can and took a sip, then took a cheeseburger and bit into it, thinking. “I have had them since I was a child though. If you want gross, you should have been at my old school. They had lutefisk. That was a horrible fish dish. Smelled so badly.”

”Yes I have and they’re gross.” He grumbled “Lutefish? That sound really bad. I don't like fish very much though so it wouldn't be my thing anyways. I like meat best, and then pasta.”

“You just haven’t had them prepared right. If you had some made by me, you might like it.” She took another bite and nodded. “I don’t like fish at all either. I actually like sweets and fruits best. Especially apples and cherries.” She paused for a moment, then smiled softly. “I’ve never told anyone that before.”

“Fine I’ll have one made by you sometime and then I can call them gross without you fussing.” He said with a grin. At her mention of fruits, Clint nodded. “There’s a really great apple tree in the forest. I’ll have to pick one for you now since they’re your favorite.”

“That’s what you think. You’ll just call them gross and ask for another.” She raised an eyebrow at him and smirked. “Do you mean the same forest I told you not to go back to?”

“Maybe. Catch me hungry enough and I wont care.” He grinned and took another bite. When she made mention of the forest. He paused for only a moment before shaking his head. “Nope, not there at all.” Even if it absolutely was.

“I think you’re always hungry,” she teased. She rolled her eyes and shook her head at him. “Well good. If it was that forest, I might have to try to find another way to convince you not to go... though I suspect you’d still be hard-headed and go anyways”

“I might be. I still think it’s kind of a stupid thing to own a forest anyways. It’s nature and should be opened to all. It’s not like I’m hunting for sport either. That’s not good for the forest. If I want to shoot for sport, I have targets for that. If I want to hunt, I eat it and keep the pelts to make stuff.”

“You eat what you hunt?” She thought about it for a moment, trying to quickly think of something. “Just be careful. If you see Hunter or Fawn, especially the two of them together, then run. If you see anything suspicious, come to me first. Do not tell anyone else. Or if you invite me with you, I can distract Hunter and he’ll never know.” She was sure she could think of a way to keep both sets of friends happy. It’d be difficult, but Natasha thought she could do it.

“Yeah. I don't do it for sport. And don't worry about me running into them. I never do. I make sure of it. Hunter has a stick so far up his butt that I just don't want to deal with it. He doesn't understand that there’s a natural order to things and if there are too many rabbits or deer, then it’s bad for the forest” He shrugged. “Plus the guy’s kind of a dork.”

“Hunter’s not a dork!” she huffed again. “Hunter’s just... passionate... about the forest.” She looked down at her plate. It wasn’t so much the forest as it was about his sister that she figured his passion stemmed from. She remembered the tear he shed and all the emotion in his voice. Even before that, when he talked to her, she never thought he had a ‘stick up his butt.’ “Hunter’s not so bad. He’s just misunderstood, that is all. What does understand him and where he does feel safe, he’s protective of. He’s a nice guy once you talk to him.

“Hey, you’re welcome to do what you want and like him or not, but I’ve been around the guy for the last six years. I don't like him and he doesn't like me. I’m sure if you asked him what he thought of me. I’d be some barbarian or monster because I hunt my dinner rather than have the money to go to the market and buy it.”

“I’m not asking you to like him, I’m just defending him, just as I would defend you if he ever said anything like that to me. You’re not a barbarian or a monster. He’s... He’s privileged, just as his sister is as well. They’re both innocent and privileged. They have almost everything. They don’t know how wicked the world really can be.”

“He’s a privlaged rich boy.” He shrugged, knowing it, but it didn't stop him from not liking the other guy. “We’ll never be friends, but we don't actively go after eachother.” .... often. He might have given Hunter a swirly or three before.

“Privileged and pureblood and rich, both of them. At least Hunter is nice, though I don’t think his sister likes me that much. Not that I’d ask her to.” She shrugged her shoulders, though she really knew the truth as to why his sister wouldn’t like her. “Neither of them would know what it’s like to go to school on a scholarship and I’m sure both of them would be scared if they knew what my family used to do.” She cracked a smirk. “Hunter even bought the lie I told about my dad’s job and why I’m trained in so many forms of martial arts.”

“ I like the sister more honestly. She’’s a lot nicer than he is.” He shrugged a little. “Yeah? What did your dad used to do?” He asked curious. What was he, a murderer for hire?

“Maybe to you,” she grumbled under her breath. Thinking for a moment, she said, “I told Hunter he was in ‘transportation’ and would take me out all the time. If I said ‘transportation’ and ‘waste management,’ would you know what those are codewords for?

“ Ha, does he kill them or just bag the bodies?” He knew those sorts of things because of the side of town he lived on. A lot of the kids in the boy’s home went on to the streets when they hit their adult years. Clint was lucky that he was a wizard honestly.

“You’re smarter than I thought. He’d transport expensive jewels and other sorts of things and killed people. He used me to help him transport. If anyone tried to touch me, I’d hurt them. Badly.” She shrugged a bit. “You’d be surprised what I could hide with my body. After he was gone, I made some extra money and came here. I don’t want to go back to that sort of life, though I will do some transports here and there. It does bring in good money.”

“Ah, arm guard essentially.” When she made mention of him using her, Clint scowled. Proof that there were bigger bastards in this world than his own family by a long shot. “Just be careful. Hogwarts doesn't let things fly and I don't want you to get hurt

“Why?” She brushed it off with another shrug. “I’m the only one that can look out for myself. I’ll be fine.”

“Because we’re friends. I just said be careful if you do. I don't want one of my friends hurt, even if they can take care of themselves.”

“I’ll be careful,” she said. “You don’t have to worry about me.” She stood up and went back to the kitchen. “Are you finished? I’ll start cleaning everything up if you want to sit and relax on the couch.”

"You sure you don't want any help?" he was used to helping out with chores. It was one of the requirements at the home, no work meant no food."I can wash a mean dish." he offered with a grin."

“I can’t ask you to do that. You’re my guest.” Looking at him again, she smirked at him. “If you happen to join me and wash, then I can’t stop you.” She put the oil away and tsked at him. “One day, that little grin of yours isn’t going to help.”

clint walked over to stand beside her to start working with her to clean. "Doubt it. My charming smile's managed to get me through a lot. I don't where I'd be without it " really his good looks and smile had gotten him through a lot.

“Well, your charming smile will work on everyone else but me then.” She gave him a small nudge and continued to clean. “I think I’m immune to your charm.”

”No one is. I just haven't worked it yet.” He added with a wink. Really, he hadn't that much. Being around Natasha was easy enough that he didn't need to lay it on thick for her. “So, you wash, I’ll dry?”

“Deal.” She started washing, smiling as she scrubbed the first pan. “Lucky me, you haven’t used it on me yet. Should I be afraid when you do use it?” When she finished washing and rinsing it off, she handed it to him to dry, then got started on the other pan.

“Probably, but that’s because you’ll be swooning in my arms.” Really, it was hard not to grin with her around. Talking with her was easy and he was happy. He took the pan and began to dry it.

Natasha couldn’t help herself and burst out laughing then. It made washing difficult, but she was hunched over the sink, laughing. Her laughter and snickers finally subsided when she rinsed the other pan and she handed it to him, with a grin on her face. “I’m sorry, but I haven’t laughed like that in, well, I can’t remember when. Me? Swooning in your arms?” She snickered, trying to hold back from exploding in a fit of giggles again.


Clint frowned at her. Really, it wasn't that funny. There was no reason to laugh like that. “You’ll see. I’m not going to do it now. You don't deserve it.” He pouted though as he moved to keepdrying and motioned for her to wash again.

She started washing the plates then. “I’m sorry again. I- deserve it?” She arched an eyebrow at him. “You make it sound as if it is some reward.” She handed him one plate and went to work on the next. “Clint, don’t frown. Come on, archer, or I’ll have to try to make you smile again.” She didn’t like to see him frown. There was something about his smile that was infectious. It was why she was able to laugh or smile.

“Trust me. It will be a reward when I do foxy. You’ll feel blessed by my presence.” He said before finally sticking his tongue out at her. “You’ve just hurt me so with your laughter. You make me feel like i’m lesser of a man.” He bemoaned, knowing he was laying it on a little thick.

She rolled her eyes. “Blessed by your presence? Is that what everyone else who you’ve managed to swoon has said?” She handed him the last plate and got to work on the utensils, the last bit of what they needed to wash. “My laughter made you feel that way? I should have warned you, my laugh can do that. I feed off of it.”

“Apparently. It’s your evil power. Sucking the life out of sexy young men with your laughter like a spider sucking the life from their victims.” He grin returned at the comparison and Clint motioned around them. “Where do you want me to put the clean plates?”

“They’re clean and we can use them again. You can put them back on the table, back at the spots we were sitting at.” She kept washing the utensils, waiting for him to return, and smirked. “I see you’ve found out my true form. I’m not a fox. I really am a spider. Get too close to my web and I may just eat you up.”

Clint moved towards the table to put the plates back where they belonged. “Ooo Foxy, the spider girl. Well that’s one strange mixture there. I guess you could be a rare Russian red fox spider.”

“What would you call me? That sounds like such a mouthful.” She finished washing the utensils and whistled at him. “You should come back soon or I’ll suck out more of your life. I need you to dry one more thing after this.”

“Coming coming.” He started back to the kitchen. “And I’m gonna stick with Foxy. Too late to change names now. You accepted it and there’s not take backs.”

“I see. How foolish of me.” She handed him the utensils, then washed her hands and held them out for him. “I guess it’s a good thing I like that nickname. Can you dry my hands too?”

He nodded as he moved the towel over her smaller hands. “Good thing. So, thanks for the awesome meal. So now what? I think you mentioned looking around town?”

When he was drying her hands, she held onto his hands, leaned forward, and pressed a kiss on his cheek. “First, I want to apologize again. Don’t frown. I like seeing you smile. And don’t worry, you’re more of a man than anyone out there.” She gave him a sincere smile, then went to the crockpot. She opened it, the aroma of pot roast hanging in the air, and added some salt and pepper.

“Well, I should add the vegetables now. I had something planned for us tonight, but would you really want to look around the city?” She looked at him, surprised. “I talked about doing that, but I didn’t expect it to happen. We could just stay inside if you’re more comfortable.”

Clint was a little surprised at the kiss on his cheek. ‘You don't have to worry about that , really. I’m just playing around anyways. I’m not that upset.” He offered with a slight rub at the back of his neck.

When she mentioned not expecting to sight see, Clint shrugged and motioned out the window. “As much as I hate that many people in one place, I wouldn't mind being out there if that’s what you really want. Otherwise we can watch a movie or something.”

“Maybe one day I will deserve that reward then, huh?” Winking at him, she took out celery, carrots, tomatoes, and potatoes from the fridge, washed them, then started cutting them into large chunks. “If you don’t like large crowds, we can stay inside. You’re my guest. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

“I’m still offering.” But honestly, he was kind of glad she didn't take him up on the offer. Clint moved relax on the couch and watched her in the kitchen. “So the vegetables are for dinner?”

“Offering which again?” She shook her head as she added the vegetables to the crock pot. “No. They’re part of a side dish. Pot roast is for dinner. Have you ever had it from a crock pot?” When she finished, she moved and sat down on the couch. “I remember you wanted all meat for lunch and dinner. I made sure you’d get all the meat you could have.”

“To go out with you and explore the city.” That was a really comfy couch though. He couldn't help but snuggle back into the couch. It was extremely comfortable. “Crock pot? Never heard of it.” Of course cooking anything that was more specific than over a fire was not his forte.

Noticing how comfortable he was, Natasha put her feet up in his lap and laid back on the other armrest. “You’ll be out with me tonight. If I actually get you out on the street, it’ll be better. No crowds or a lot of people then.” She reached for the remote, then handed it to him. “A crock pot cooks whatever you want slowly. It takes hours, but it never burns anything and the meat comes out moist and tender and juicy in the end. Same with the vegetables. Which, by the way, you’ll need to eat some if you want dessert.”

“I can deal with going out when there’s less people.” He chuckled softly. When she gave him the remote, Clint turned on the sports channel and put it down. This was kind of an awesome experience, Clint thought. Great girl, great stuff. “Sounds like an awesome contraption.” At her mention of eating vegetables, Clint rolled his eyes and grinned. “Yes mooom.”

Natasha sent him a glare and warned, “Need I remind you where my feet are? Try calling me mom again.” She wiggled her feet on his lap as she reached for a book on the table. She opened it, prepared to read, but laid her head down and closed her eyes. For five minutes, she told herself. She felt incredibly comfortable, relaxed, and safe. She didn’t know what it was about him, but it felt nice and warm.

“Tell me to eat my vegetables and I’m allowed to. It’s in the friend’s handbook.” Clint watched her get comfortable and grabbed the remote to flip through the channels. One hand on her leg.

“S’not. You made it up,” she murmured in a drowsy sort of voice. She drifted into a light cat nap, waking up about ten minutes later. She stretched and yawned and finally opened her eyes, looking down at the book, then up at Clint. “Sorry about that.”

Clint watched her drift off to sleep and actually thought that might be a good idea. He put on the sports channel and closed his eyes so he could listen to all the stats that were being played, letting himself doze as well. “

Natasha carefully lifted her legs off of his lap and looked at him. She smiled softly, glad he felt relaxed enough to nap around her, and, not wanting to disturb him, carefully leaned back against him. She held her book, reading comfortably against him.

It was maybe an hour before he yawned and stretched. Automatically he wrapped an arm around Natasha and cuddled her close. “mmmm this is a comphy day.”

Feeling his arm around him, Natasha’s cheeks turned pink. She dog-earred the page and closed the book. Tilting back enough to look at him and still be in his grasp, she asked, “A comfy day is good, yes? How is today comfy?”

“It’s very good. Good food, comphy couch and a good girl beside me. It makes me want to go back to sleep and be lazy.” Really it was perfect after all.

“A good girl? I don’t understand...” ‘Good’ was a word she never heard to describe herself. There was a list, but good was far from it. She was glad he didn’t notice her blush as she smiled gently at him. “Would you like to lay down? You can nap for a bit longer, if you want.”

“You’re a good person and a female, thus good girl.” He shrugged. “And I don't mind sitting here. Laying down means moving from my comphy spot.”

“Does your comfy spot involve me moving or getting up or do you still want to hold me?” She was surprised she managed to ask that so easily. Her heart was beating fast and her face was hot. She didn’t know why, but she secretly hoped she could stay where she was.

“Hold you. Absolutely holding you. I’m a cuddler after all.” He made a point of tugging her tightly to him. “Want to watch a movie?” he asked, suddenly changing topics.

“D-Da- Yes. Let’s watch a movie.” Her heart was beating so fast she thought it might jump out. She never had someone actually want to hold or cuddle her. He was a cuddler, she told herself. That was the only reason why. It wasn’t anything about her. She leaned her head against him and put her hand on his chest. “I think there are ‘on demand’ movies. Pick something and let’s watch.”

Clint began to change the channels until he reached the on demand. There, he picked the first thing that was available called the Hunger Games. Once it was on, he leaned back and held her tightly. “I heard this thing should be bloody.”

Natasha smirked and snuggled against him. “Should be fun to watch. I think you just want to see it for the archery.” She had read the books before and was glad she did so. She could half-concentrate on the movie and half on hearing his heartbeat and the steady rise and fall of his chest.

“Maybe.” He said with a laugh and shook his head. “She’ll probably have terrible form.” He settled in to watch the movie, enjoying it and the feel of the girl against him, especially the girl against him.

Every so often during the movie, Natasha’s olive green eyes glanced up, curious at his reaction. She had to admit, she was enjoying the film, but it could have been because of the company she had with her. During the movie, during a slow part, she couldn’t help but smirk and ask him, “You liking it, Katniss?”

“Ha, I’m far from Katniss. First of all, I know how to shoot. She’d never be able to hit the broad side of a barn with that. “ He rolled his eyes and grumbled at the whole movie. It was interesting though. He had to admit that he liked it.

“Like you were able to hit a certain fox?” she teased. She shifted a bit against him, smirking as she caught his glance, then settled back down against him. “I’m sure you’re a much better shot. Your arms and fingers are that of a true archer.”

“Hey, I purposely moved my arrow last minute so as not to hurt you.” He grumbled. “One of these day I’ll show you just how good of an archer I truly am.” He was a much better archer than he ever was a mage.

“And when that day comes, you’ll get something for it,” she promised. “What do you want? Does Hogwarts let students use the kitchen? Would you want me to cook again or something else?” She was sure he’d probably want her to cook again and that would be simple enough.

“Students aren't supposed to, but the house elves are always happy to let you do whatever you want to.” He thought about it “Mmmm Chocolate. I want chocolate when I show you how well I shoot.”

“You’re having a chocolate dessert tonight and you want more chocolate?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. “You want me to buy some or make another dessert?”

“Always.” He grinned at that. When she asked if that was what he wanted, Clint paused for a moment. “Raspberries. I want chocolate covered Raspberries.” Those were absolutely delicious sounding. “And ice cream.”

“Chocolate covered raspberries? With the ice cream? Chocolate ice cream?” She had to admit, at least he knew some good stuff to ask for. He really did think with his stomach. “That’s it?” She was surprised he didn’t ask for her to feed it to him while wearing some costume. “I believe that all can be arranged.”

“Hmmm double chocolate ice cream. And yeah, that’s about it. why? You have any suggestions for me to eat? You know other than beets?” He asked as he made a sour face.

“Beet patties are good! You won’t be saying that or making that face when you have one of mine,” she huffed, poking him. “But a suggestion? Must it be chocolate or it can be anything?”

“We’ll see. I still say beets are gross.” He shook his head and stuck his tongue out at her. “Hmmm? Doesn't have to be, but that’s just a favorite of mine.”

“I’m sure beets think you’re gross too.” She stuck her tongue back at him and rolled her eyes. “Hmm... if we had access to a chocolate fondue fountain, I’m sure that and a lot of fruit would be all we’d need.” She smirked, grateful that she had connections. “We could have access. It is possible.”

“Well beets don't want to eat me and no one is trying to convince them to.” At the mention of a chocolate fountain, he licked his lips. “That would be amazing. I would just drink it.”

She giggled a bit at his reaction. She’d definitely have to ask Hunter or Fawn for one. “And what would I do? Drink it with you?” She leaned back against him and looked up. “Are you going to keep holding me or are you going to let go? I am just curious.”

“Do you need to get up?” He asked, not intending to move until they had to. “You could drink it too or feed it to me. “He chuckled, imagining her wearing something akin to a toga and feeding him chocolate covered fruit. Mmmm that was hot!

She thought about it for a moment, then shook her head. “A little while longer.” She glanced away and couldn’t help the blush on her cheek. “Maybe after dinner and dessert or... well... If you were to do this again, I would not object.” She chuckled with him and turned to catch his eye. “If you were to feed me, I think I could feed you. Chocolate covered cherries are delicious.” She blushed more and grinned and licked her lips thinking of them and having them fed to her by him.

“I could feed you some cherries.” He grinned at her. “Can you tie the stem into a knot with your tongue?”

“If you feed me cherries tonight, you might find out,” she replied, smirking. “Can you? What would you do if I can?”

“Do you have any cherries?” When she asked if he could, Clint just shrugged. “Guess you’d have to find out too, and what do you want me to do if you can?”

“I do. Cherries, blueberries, strawberries, apples - I have them in the fridge. You’d have to let me go if you want me to get them.” She bit her bottom lip, unsure of what to ask for. She did think she could play with him for a bit. She grinned as she kept biting her lip. “I’m not sure what I want you to do. You did say I was a good girl...”

Clint raised an eyebrow at her good girl comment. “Yeah, I did say a good girl, I didn't say innocent though.” He said with a grin and a wink, trying to make it playful so she wouldn't get mad at her for it.

“That is true. A certain archer makes it difficult for me to be innocent.” Smirking, she rose from his lap and tilted his chin up at her. “Maybe if he finally catches a fox, I’ll let him know what I want him to do.”

“Oh yeah?” Clint immediately reached out to grab at her, hoping to surprise her.

Natasha gasped, then chuckled a bit. “Finally caught a fox? Or did you always have her as your own?”

“Looks like I caught her now. But this little fox has always been managing to lurk around here and there since I first caught sight of her.” He grinned as he pulled her into his lap happily.

“You look happy,” she chuckled as she was pulled back into his lap. She draped her arms on his shoulders as she held his gaze. “Guess this means you get to know what I want you to do, huh?”

“Yep. You’d better tell me. That was the agreement.” He grinned down at her as he held her tightly around the waist. Merlin she was beautiful. He was tempted to kiss her.

“It was.” She nodded, licking her lips as she hesitated. She blushed. She knew she’d sound crazy if she told him, but there was something about his grin and the way he held her and his blue eyes that just drove her crazy. “I want you to make me feel good.”

Clint had to admit taht he was surprised at her comment. “Make you feel good? Like, how?” Because he wasn't exactly sure she was thinking the same thing she was thinking and he didn't want to get slapped.

Natasha flushed. She was starting to second guess her request. Was wanting him that bad? Or that strange? “You really don’t know how?” She swallowed hard and tried to stand up. “Clint, do you want me to say it for you or have I... was I wrong?”

She wanted it then? A grinn crossed his lips fully. “I just want to make sure we’re on the same page before I get slapped foxy...”

He wanted to make sure? She smirked softly as she touched his cheek and settled in his lap again. “You won’t get slapped. Maybe you’ll find you’ll like touching me...”

“I find it hard to believe that I wouldn't.” He said as he slid his hand down over her side and dipped his head down or a soft kiss to start,

Leaning forward, her lips met his and she shivered. Her eyes drifted close as a soft sound escaped her lips. She thought she felt something electric between them and she hoped it wasn’t just her.

Clint quickly deepened the kiss as he felt heat flood through him. Her lips were soft and felt like they melded against his perfectly. Gently, his hand began to slide up and down her side, feeling just how soft she was.

Sliding one hand through his hair and the other gripping his arm, Natasha practically melted in his arms. She moaned as she could taste him and she could lean right into his touch. She couldn’t imagine anything better than being against him in that moment.

Clint grinned as she moaned softly. She was putty in his hands. Gently he slid his hands up towards her breast, sliding along the edge to make sure it was alright first.

Feeling his hands move up just to slide along was a tease. She nipped at his tongue and murmured, “Please...” against his lips. It was getting hard to remember in English and she knew if he continued, she’d slip back into Russian.

He laughed when she nipped at his tongue before Clint finally slide his hand up to her breast. He wasted no time teasing and tweaking the nipple there.

She gave him a quick look, just wondering why he was laughing, but it was gone as he teased her. She hissed, “Yebut! Clint!” and she could feel it harden to his touch. “W-what is so funny?” Her fingers scratched at his scalp and she brought her other hand down to his thigh to help balance herself.

“You nipping at me. It’s cute.” He said as he began to massage the breast, enjoying just how soft it was. She was beautiful when she looked like that., her nipples hardening under his touch. “Do you like that?”

She was visibly shocked when he called her cute. She was going to say otherwise till he worked his hands. Sucking in a breath, Natasha moaned and nodded. “D-Da... I do. Oh, Clint...” Her eyes were half-lidded as she looked at him, a blush across her cheeks.

He chuckled a little as his other hand moved to slide under her shirt and towards the back of her bra to unhook it. “Good, because that’s only the beginning if you want it.”
“I want it,” She nodded, pressing her hips into his. She gave him a soft smile as she looked at his face and asked, “Do you... want me?”

Clint licked his lips as he watched her. “Of course, you’re gorgeous Foxy. Who wouldn't” He managed to undo her bra and slid his hands to tug both it and her top off. “Do you want me?”

She shivered, topless before him. “Gorgeous? I’m scarred...” She knew he could see the scars on her neck and torso and arms perfectly now, along with the bruise on her side. She knew he accepted her scars before, but she wasn’t sure why she was nervous again. “I certainly hope you won’t be calling me ‘foxy’ the whole time.” She reached down and tugged his shirt up and over his head, then grinned at his chest. “Do you really need to ask if I do?”

He slid hs hands down her beautiful body. The scars were just a unique part of her and it never bothered him. “I might. You are my little fox after all.” He slid his head down towards her breast and licked playfully at one of the nipples. “Maybe, up until right now I thought you just wanted to be friends.” He didn't wait for her to talk back though before latching onto one of her nipples and sucking.

Moaning, her eyes fluttered as she arched her body up to him. “Ah! A-At least use m-my name from t-time to time. I-I’ll have to-” she brought a finger to her mouth and bit down on it, groaning as she felt her nipple harden in his mouth. “c-call you my archer.” She slid her hands down his back, nails raking at his warm skin. “I did want to be friends... you keep doing things to me though...”

Clint chuckled against the skin of her breast. “Do I keep doing this to you?” He murmered against the soft flesh. Instead he nipped at the nipple and moved to the other one to kiss and lick. “Tasha.”

Hearing that name from his lips made her visibly shudder. “Oh fuck!” she groaned, cheeks turning pink as her nipple pebbled under his tongue. “S-something like that... I-if I told you, you’d laugh.”

“Tell me and you’ll find out foxy girl” He said as he nipped at the peaked nipple and pinched the other one, trying to tease and torture the answer out of her.

Natasha moaned out and gritted her teeth. “B-Bastard...” She smirked, liking what he was doing. She tried to take as much as she could, but soon she was panting and couldn’t help but admit, “Besides making my panties wet, you make me feel warm and happy and safe and comfortable. Like my guard is down around you.”

That actually surprised him a little and made him feel warm. Clint quickly leaned up and kissed her softly, his hands smoothing over her sides. “You make me feel happy too.” Really, Clint didn't have too many people important to him, but Natasha was quickly becoming that to him.

“Just happy?” she asked, smirking against his lips. She brought a hand down to his chest, where she her finger traced over his nipple. She pinched and teased it, giggling a bit as she purred. “I think there’s more you’re not telling your little fox.”

“Hey, I’m a dude, be lucky I admit to happy.” He let out a soft sound when she pinched at her nipples, but they were no where near as sensitive as her’s . Clint slid his hands down the curve of her waist down and towards her theighs.

She lifted her hand to tilt his chin up and look into her eyes. She traced her finger along his jawline. “Then learn to admit and watch what it does to me.” She licked her lips, grinning as she lifted her hips up for him.

He moved to nip at her finger. “I’d rather see what I do to you.” He said as he slid his finger towards her core and began to gently rub.

She cursed in Russian and groaned, her hips bucking as he rubbed. “M-Mudak...” Her eyes fluttered close and she shuddered in pleasure.

Clint had no idea what she was saying, but he had to admit that it was sexy as hell. He began to rub a little more firmly, trying to bring her as much pleasure as possible.”So beautiful...”

“Y-you’d say that no matter what...” she moaned with a blush. When he rubbed at just the right spot, she sucked in a breath. Natasha grabbed his shoulders and dug her nails into his skin. She finally opened her eyes and asked, “What... about you?” She reached down to rub him through his pants.

He let out a soft groan. “You don't have to baby. You said you wanted to feel good. I can wait to feel good till next time.” Really, watching the look on hr face and the sounds she was making was more than enough fun for her.

“That was if I tied a stem into a knot with my tongue. I didn’t even do it yet,” she pointed out. She palmed him a bit harder, smirking softly. “Were you too eager to touch me?”

Clint had honestly forgotten that was what the challenege had been that started this. Really he kind of forgot everything that didn't involve her asking to be touched like that. “Maybe a bit beautiful.”

Shaking her head with a grin, Natasha removed her hand, then took his hand away. She pushed him back and moved into his lap, pressing down against him as she rocked with a moan. “A bit?”

Clint groaned and grinned at her as he moved to press back against her. “Mmm yeah, maybe a lot if you keep touching me like that.” He slid his hands over her sides to grip at her hips and rub against him again.

Natasha grinded down against him with a moan. She couldn’t help but rub harder as she felt him against her panties. “I think it was ‘a lot’ before I did this,” she smirked. “Yebut... you feel so good...”

“I’ll never tell.” He hissed and ground, moving her against him roughly. the zipper of his jeans hurt a little, but it just felt so amazingly good. “Like that... faster baby.”

Nodding, Natasha’s hips moved faster as she rubbed harder against him. Digging her nails into his shoulder again, she started to whimper softly. Feeling his member, even clothed, against her clit felt amazing. She could feel it throb as she kept going. “Ты сводишь меня с ума!” Her mind was getting hazy and it was getting harder to remember English in her current state of bliss. “Clint... Clint... oh... yes!”

He growled as she spoke in Russian. That shit was hot right there! Clint began to grind against her faster and harder, already getting close. “:Come on baby.” He dipped down and began to suck at her nipple again.

Hearing him growl made her more aroused and she let out a loud moan in appreciation. “боже мой! О, боже!” She was close before, but his mouth sucking at her breast sent her over the edge. She cried out loudly, throwing her head back as she came, her nails raking down his chest as she kept rocking against him.

He growled as she pain from her nails actually sent him over the edge and Clint came in his pants. “Fuck, Tasha!” Clint laid his head against her shoulder and relaxed.

Natasha finally stopped, catching her breath. She rubbed and scratched the back of his head while she set her other hand on top of his. Her voice was soft and relaxed as she murmured, “мой лучник, my archer, you were amazing. And you... kept calling me ‘Tasha.’”

“Mmmmm?” Was the only logical response that came from said archer.

She blushed. She couldn’t help but find his response cute. It was satisfying that she reduced him to hardly being able to speak. She replied the only way she thought he’d understand and liked; She kissed the side of his mouth and chuckled.

Clint grinned and leaned forward to press his lips gently to her’s and closed his eyes. Really he’d admit it, but he was the type that wanted to doze after sex. Only the realization of his ruined pants stopped him. Clint grabbed his wand from his pocket and casted a quick scourgify, grateful that he was already over seventeen.

Taking her bra, she slipped it back on, then put her shirt on. “You’re old enough to use magic?” She leaned forward and whispered, “Can you use that spell on my panties? Then we’ll go eat dinner and dessert.”

Clint nodded as he cast the spell on her panties and yawned. “Yep, came up age in June.” The entice of food was tempting, but so was staying cuddled against her.

“I see- Clint, did you want to nap again?” she asked, running her fingers through his hair. “I can get up if you want to rest.” She was tempted to rest herself, but more than anything she wante to hear him say it.

Clint just gave her a fussy glare and wrapped his arms around her to hold her there as she ran her hands through his hair. “It’d be better with a bed.” He mumbled, but pressed his face against her neck again anyways.

“We could go to my bed. It’s just there.” She pointed to a room close by, then trailed her fingers down to his back. “What, the comfy couch isn’t enough now?” Natasha chuckled softly and very gently nuzzled her head against his.

Clint glanced over to the room and quickly wrapped her legs around him and then stood up, still holding onto her tightly and carrying her towards the bed. “Beds are goooood.”

“Clint!” She clung to him and couldn’t help but giggle as he brought her to her room. It was a small room, with her bed against the wall under the window. The light was off and the last remains of the sun shone through her window. There were piles of books around the room, with a cat sleeping on top of a makeshift book bed. “See? There’s my bed.”

Clint grinned as he put her down onto the bed and then wrapped himself around her again. Now this was really comphy. Clint nuzzled back against her neck. “Mmmmm so very goood and comphy. Night.”

Natasha giggled and blushed again. When they’d get up, they could eat and she could show him what she wanted to before. With a bit of maneuvering, she got the blanket up and around them. With her arms wrapped around him, her legs tangled with his, she snuggled him and closed her eyes. “Night, Clint. Sweet dreams.” She felt so warm and comfortable and the happiest she had felt in a long time. She soon drifted off to sleep in his arms, a small smile on her lips.