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Entry tags: | !complete, clint barton, natasha romanoff |
Who: Clintasha
What: Sexy times
When: Backdated to Monday
Where: Clint's Roof
Rating: High
Status: Complete!
Clint had a simple place, but one Natasha enjoyed nonetheless. She always enjoyed going to the roof at Clint’s apartment. She didn’t mind Lucky and Liho tagging along. The only thing she minded were the mosquitos, and those were easily dealt with by some citronella candles. She brought along a few bottles of beer, as well as some sandwiches and snack foods, so she and Clint (and of course their pets) could sit on the roof and enjoy the stars together.
After getting everything set up - the candle lit up, the pillows placed all around, the food set to the side, the pillows arranged so they could lay back if they wanted to - Natasha sat down and wrapped herself in a blanket. She left plenty of room so Clint could join her. And as soon as he did, she snuggled against him.
With her hand on his chest, she was tracing spirals as she asked, “Hey, Clint, the last time you brought me up here, did you like me back then?” Given the nature of their dialogue and what it lead up to, it made her think he possibly did.
Clint was comfortable. It was a beautiful night, everything was peaceful and he had his girl up there with him. He liked being able to relax like this, especially after a long day sitting at a desk. There was a lot of paperwork that needed to be done after the recent explosion, many people still investigating. He had closed his eyes, enjoying the moment and solitude.
He opened one eye to look at her and shifted, moving to place an arm around her shoulders. “It was the start of it,” he said. “At least of me realizing it. Why?”
“Curious,” she replied. She cuddled into him and continued her little scratch doodles on his chest. “I should have known, actually. The way you kept looking at me.” Her lips curled as she remembered that night. “Sounds stupid, but I liked it. I know you were calling the sky ‘beautiful,’ but I thought- well, you know. It made me a bit happy.”
She paused as she thought more about it. “And a bit jealous. I can’t believe I felt jealous that you possibly liked someone else. I mean, I want you to be happy and I wanted to help you, but- I don’t know. I’m not used to all these ‘feelings.’” And she wasn’t. It was easier to ignore them or bury them. She even had tried to push away Liho at first. Of course, the cat was as stubborn as Clint was and kept returning, until she let him into her apartment and her life.
Speaking of Liho, the cat walked over to the couple and curled back against Natasha. The redhead chuckled as she stopped tracing on Clint and scratched the cat’s head instead. “There really are a lot of guys in my life. I’m surrounded by three already.” Clint, Liho, and who knew what Lucky was doing.
“Curious?” he repeated, not sure he followed where she was going with that. Still, he didn’t think himself that obvious in his affections. He was just understanding them to begin with! But perhaps she was right, there was always something there that might have been a bit obvious to a bystander, something he couldn’t see because he was so close to her.
“You thought what?” he asked, pushing her just a little. He wanted her to be open with him and to be honest, sometimes he wanted her to be blunt otherwise he wouldn’t pick up on it. He couldn’t help but laugh however, definitely understanding what she meant by all the emotions. He never would have thought of himself in this position with Natasha, considering how close they had become. Wasn’t there some rule about not messing around with things like that? No matter, he found himself pretty satisfied with their current situation and wanted to see where it would take them.
“We’ll get through it together. Figuring out all these emotions.” He grinned at his light teasing, leaning over to kiss her temple. “As long as all those guys in your life are mostly animals, I’m alright with that.”
“Yeah, curious.” She glanced up at him. “Before this, you never thought of me in that way? Even in passing or as a joke or whatever?” She let herself think she was running from her past. She let herself think that she could never be with someone, not with her past. She might have had a passing thought here and there, but nothing serious. Seeing a couple happy together, she knew she wouldn’t have that.
Or at least, she thought that. Then again, she thought she could keep up walls and Clint was able to get through them. He was patient and understanding and he was helping her see much more positive things. “I mean, like I said, I wanted you to be happy, but I think I always wanted that happiness with me. You and me, single, just being single and happy and- that sounds horribly stupid and selfish, doesn’t it?”
Smiling at him, she cuddled him and rested her hand on his chest. “Together. I like that. Do you need to figure things out as well?”
Clint thought about it and shrugged. “Will you be upset if I said no?” He glanced over at her and gave a small sigh. “I’m happy with what we’ve discovered Nat, but I’m not a very deep person. I liked our relationship before, I never thought it could become anything more than that. I was fine with it until that night. I realized that yeah, there was something more, that I thought you beautiful that night and that wasn’t the right kind of thought to have towards you best mate.” Or was it? He frowned, thinking about it. Why was it so complicated?
“Let’s just focus on what we have now,” he said, pulling her closer. “And no, not selfish at all. I think it’s rather cute you fancied me.” He grinned, resting his cheek against the top of her head. It was nice; he couldn’t remember the last time he had a girlfriend. Most girls were just a one night stand, someone he wouldn’t see again. But he could get use to this. Especially with Natasha.
“Not so much figure them out, but just accept them. I tend to question a lot of things or overthink. Better to just let them be and enjoy the moment, don’t you think?”
“More like you shouldn’t be having those thoughts about me,” she teased, ignoring his earlier question. “Did you forget who I am? No man in his right mind would really want anything with me.” Other than sex, but that just meant she could trick them when they were at their most vulnerable. “But you’re right, we should focus on what we have now.”
She was actually surprised to learn he overthought things. Glancing up at him, she asked, “Sure, it’s best to let them be and enjoy the moment, but some questions are worth asking. Any you want to talk about or ask with me?” If it was anyone else, she wouldn’t be having such a conversation. She only was just because it was Clint.
Clint held in a sigh at what she said. It was the one thing he wanted her to do, to believe in herself and see all the good he saw in her. He knew her past, he knew how terrible she thought herself, but he didn’t see it. And he wished she couldn’t see it either. In reality, Clint didn’t really understand. It seemed simple from his point of view but he never took the time to think of things from her point of view.
“Well, then consider me a man out of my mind,” he said with a laugh, knowing she would have a hayday with that one. “Because I do want you.” He tipped her chin up, giving her a long kiss on the lips. “And we both know you couldn’t stay away from this.” He flexed an arm and tried to make a suave and handsome face.
He thought about what she had asked, taking a sip of his beer. “Have you thought anymore about my offer to become an Auror?”
“You are definitely a man out of your mind,” she chuckled as she returned the kiss. There was a bit of truth to it though. Then again, the same probably went for her. She rolled her eyes as she gave him another kiss. “And you mean I’m a woman out of my mind, right?” He was an idiot, even if he did have a big heart. Still, he was her idiot.
She took a sip as well as she arched a brow. “You were serious about that?” she asked. “It’s me, as an auror. How is that a good idea?” She was supposed to be low on the radar. Wouldn’t being an auror be the exact opposite?
“Of course I was serious! Why wouldn't I be? I’m not the type to tease like that!” He took a sip of his beer, tilting his head to the side as he reconsidered. “Well, not in this aspect. I think you’d be a top Auror. You’re determined, skilled, fast learner...all good things to be an Auror. And it’s more exciting than teaching a bunch of brats.” He really didn’t know how she felt about teaching, whether it was something to keep her occupied or if she found a certain passion from it. If it was truly something she liked to do, he wouldn’t push her too much.
But he thought she could do more if she wanted.
“Wait, tease in what aspect?” What did he mean with that? She tilted her head as she looked back at him. “It may be more exciting, but would they be so accepting of someone that was a death eater, even by imperius?” Though after recent events, she found her mouth dry after saying the word. She took a quick swig from the bottle and set it next to her. “I’m an assassin. Or was. Even if they did hire me, which they wouldn’t, what if it means others come after me?” She had made a name for herself. Someone angry enough was bound to come after her. If Adel recognized her, as did Remy and Elsa, then it meant she couldn’t keep hiding.
She looked down at her nails and started to pick at her cuticles. What if her parents tried to find her? She didn’t even know if they were alive or not. “...I should have done a better job at changing my name,” she mumbled. “Could always change it again.”
“You know I like to tease you in other ways,” he said with a grin. “In a joking manner of course, but I wouldn’t joke around with something I think you would be good at.” His hand went to smooth her hair down, a frown changing and forming on his lips. He hadn’t meant to bring up anything bad, the past or a reminder of it. He was trying to get her to forget about all that and instead, he helped bring it to light.
“Are you worried someone may find you?” he asked, meeting her gaze. Had something happened recently?
Leaning to his touch, there was a sad smile on her lips. This was why she stayed to herself, wasn’t it? It was easier to hide and easier to pick up and run off again that way. Now she had friends. She had a boyfriend. There was happiness in her life. Now that she had a taste for a life out of her grasp, she wanted it. Was it worth trying to keep it or was it better to let it stay away from her fingertips? Her eyes searched Clint’s, as if he knew what to do, but she already knew what his answer would be.
“I found you and Harry, didn’t I?” Among others. “I think it’s inevitable that I’ll always find someone.” She paused, deciding not to add anything else to it. If finding someone was inevitable, then so was her running off, wasn’t it?
His eyes searched hers, questioning and sad. He cupped her face, turning so he was facing her. “You don’t have to run anymore,” he said, almost reading her mind. “I’m here now. We can do it together. You’re not alone anymore.” He leaned down and gave her a light kiss, pulling back to look at her again. His thumbs caressed her cheeks and he knew, no matter what, he would always be there for her, always have her back, and always make sure she was alright.
“You don’t need protecting, but let me help.”
Natasha stared at him with wide eyes. She didn’t know which was worse; he was crazy enough to help her in any way, shape, or form, or that she was crazy enough to believe him. She knew she should be wary, but it was Clint. He was as honest as he was kind-hearted. If there was someone she could trust, he was on top of that very small list. Throwing her arms around him, she kissed him with hunger and passion, eager to let him know that they were in it together.
Breaking the kiss, she was practically breathless as she nuzzled him with a faint smirk. “You’re gonna make a girl fall for you if you keep telling her stuff like that. I’m sure if I was in hell, you’d find a way to get me back, wouldn’t you?” She chuckled and gave him another soft kiss. “That determined to keep me around, huh? Together. Suppose I could give it a try.” At least as much as she could.
Clint was surprised by the passion in which she returned the kiss, but certainly wasn’t against it. His arms wrapped around her small frame, holding her close to him, returning it with equal vigor. When she finally pulled back, he may have felt a little light headed but smiled all the same. “Should I keep my words to myself then?” he teased gently, giving her a kiss on the nose. “And hell?” He pretended to think about it. “Hell yes, Budapest? No.” Kind of random, but that’s what he liked most about them.
“I don’t think you’ll be disappointed,” he said, giving her a squeeze. “At least I hope not.”
“Hey, you keep your words to yourself and you might find yourself in Budapest,” she teased back, laughing as she kissed his jaw line. She could certainly relax and joke around him and it felt good to do so. It was easy for her to forget being so anxious before with him around.
As he gave her a squeeze, she let out a small squeak and chuckled. “You haven’t disappointed me yet... well, still don’t know how you are in bed, but otherwise you haven’t. I think that’s a good sign for you, isn’t it?”
“Well you just have to say the word lovely and that can change.” He grinned, moving in for another kiss but letting her take the lead on this. He knew how she felt about her body and he didn’t want to make her feel like he was pressuring her in any way. Still, his hands moved down her back, his fingers lightly traveling back up again.
“I can tell you that you won’t be disappointed,” he teased, a cheeky smile on his face.
“Oh, and what word is that?” Kissing him, she nibbled and gave a slight tug on his bottom lip. While she was once nervous about her body, his words eased her when she finally told him. She even found herself wishing he could touch her scars as tenderly as he did before. “It’s not Budapest, is it?”
She raised an eyebrow, hoping he was right. Those were always famous last words. Then again, he surprised her once and it seemed he’d keep doing so.
His hold on Natasha tightened just a bit as she bit down on his bottom lip; he found it irresistible and he swung her around so she was laying on the blankets. “Mmm, if you want it to be,” he said, his nose brushing against hers before he leaned down to kiss her. “It’s whatever you want it to be but you have to let me know so I can take the lead.” He grinned, trailing a line of kisses down her neck.
Holding onto him, Natasha chuckled as she looked up at Clint. After returning his kiss, she tilted her head back as an excited breath left her lips. “Maybe it should be Budapest. It can be anything if you take the lead,” she murmured. One leg pressed against his side while the other wrapped around him. She was a sucker for neck kisses and he’d soon find that out.
He smiled against her skin, taking a breath of her in as his hand traveled down her legs. He had teased her earlier about how short they were, but he certainly wasn’t minding them now. He nuzzled against her soft skin, nipping a bit at her neck before planting kisses in the same spot. His hand moved back up, rubbing in soft circles on her back before moving underneath, fiddling with the snaps on the back of her bra. He was always useless with this part so he was fairly impressed when he was able to get it off.
He brushed the opening aside, feeling her naked back before moving his hand around to cup one of her breasts, giving it a squeeze, his thumb moving in circles around the nipple. “Take the lead like this?” he asked, moving back up to look at her before giving her another kiss.
Each kiss left her panting. She was purring, smiling as her hands went down to his shoulders and back. Feeling him unhook her bra, she let out a surprised gasp and grinned. “Wow, didn’t think you’d actually be able to do that- Oh!” she joked. Before she could say anything else, she moaned as a shiver ran through her body. Her nipple started to harden from his touch and all she wanted more.
“Take the lead,” she murmured against his lips as she kissed him.
He couldn’t help but smirk at how he was able to stop the joke from completely being said; he might get use to this kind of power with Natasha. He could only imagine her reaction if he were to say that outloud so enjoyed the comment to himself. But if she wanted him to continue, he was only happy to comply.
He broke the kiss just long enough to help her out of her shirt, sliding the bra completely off. He couldn’t help but take a moment to look at her, smiling down at her and tracing the lines of the scars she had been so afraid of. “You’re beautiful,” he said, placing a hand over her abdomen, leaning back down to kiss her. “So very beautiful.”
With her shirt and bra gone, Natasha was exposed to him. There was no glamor charm on her, just her natural skin and the scars she earned over the years. Hearing him compliment her, she let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. His touch was so gentle and sweet her muscles twitched underneath. She returned the kiss, bringing a hand to cup his cheek as she murmured, “You make me feel beautiful, love.”
“I hope you always feel that way,” he said, dusting her whole face with kisses before moving down to return to the kisses he had left off on her neck. This time, he continued to move down, his lips locking on one of the nipples he had been playing with earlier before. He felt it harden in his mouth as he licked around it, lightly grazing his teeth against in a teasing manner. He didn’t know what Natasha liked or how hard she would like it, but it was fun to test the waters, to see what it was that made Natasha Romanoff gasp.
“What do you want me to do to you?” he asked, moving over to the other breast, repeating the ministration.
Clint was far more tender and passionate than she had ever known. She found herself smiling at his kisses, purring as he continued down onto her neck, and moaning as he sucked on her nipple. Heat rose to her cheeks as she panted and squirmed. Even the graze of his teeth made her groan. She wasn’t shy when it came to voicing her pleasure. She wanted Clint to hear her, to know just what she liked.
“Yebut!” she moaned, licking her lips. “Fuck… That feels so good, baby. As much as I like that, maybe you should see or feel just what you do to me.” She gave him a small smirk and lifted her hips.
Clint looked up at her, returning the smile and not breaking eye contact as his hand ran down her body to pop open the front of her shorts. To be honest, he was fairly impressed with himself right now. He wasn’t blundering around or messing anything up; he could have been 007 with his quick and suave moves.
He made quick work of her shorts, tossing them aside as he slipped his hand inside her panties, his eyebrows shooting up when he felt how much she was enjoying his attention to her. “Seems like you enjoy it a lot,” he said, smirking as he rubbed the entrance, her own juices helping ease him into her. He started slow, just two fingers as he slid them in, letting out a small moan of his own when he saw how easy it was to move in and out of her.
He kept his eyes on her, wanting to see her reaction, to be able to gauge exactly what she enjoyed so he could continue to do it.
Bucking her hips, she soon let out a loud moan as she felt his fingers in her. One hand gripped the blanket as the other hand ran through his hair. It had been a long time since she had sex and even longer since she enjoyed herself. Just how wet and aroused she was was slightly embarrassing. Her hips rocked, in reaction to his fingers, trying to urge him on for more.
Licking her lips, Natasha moaned to him, “C-Clint! Fuck! That’s so good!” She felt as if she might come unhinged. “Don’t stop. Please don’t. I-I’ll do anything for more.”
He had never seen her in this state, so open and vulnerable. He knew what it meant that she allowed herself to be this way for him and he leaned down, kissing her to show her the want and caring he had for her. He opened his mouth slightly, his tongue coming out to seek entrance into hers.
As his fingers moved in and out of her, his thumb reached up to find that tender spot, the one that all women loved to be touched at. He lightly touched it before he began a slow rotation, in motion with the rhythm he had built sliding in and out of her. He found himself growing hard from the reaction he was causing in her, but waited until he was thoroughly done with her first.
“Anything huh?” he asked, slowing his movements to a tedious pace, wanting to drag it out a bit longer. “What did you have in mind?”
That kiss was just what she needed. While she was in a state of bliss, she needed him. It always amazed her how he seemed to know that. She returned the kiss, moaning in his mouth as she parted her lips. His kiss was like a relief to her. Oh how she needed it.
Feeling his thumb on her, Natasha gripped his back and cried out into his mouth. Her hips bucked and she whimpered softly, loving just how it felt. She just wished it was faster.
“I- I want you to fuck me,” she whined softly. “I want you to move your thumb faster! I- fuck- I even want to suck your cock!” Nuzzling his neck, she kissed his skin softly a few times, then bit down at the crook and sucked hard. She pulled back after a moment with a gasp and licked her lips. “Make me come, Clint! Please!”
Oh, Clint liked this. He was so turned on by what she wanted, telling him exactly what she needed in this moment. He sucked in a breath as he felt her mark him, but he did exactly what she wanted; he sped up his movements. He moved around, his fingers pumping in and out of her as he put a little more pressure on her clit. His other hand moved to her breast, squeezing it and giving the nipple a flick. His mouth soon replaced his hand on her breast, sucking and nipping at it, making his own marks on her skin.
“Come for me Natasha,” he said, his voice lower and softer than usual. He spoke right by her ear, his breath barely tickling it. “Show me how much you want this.”
Having him speed up and play with her breast felt heavenly. She squirmed as a thin sheen of sweat covered her body. It wasn’t until he spoke by her ear that she was driven over the edge. He really did seem to know her erogenous zones. Natasha let out a cry as her hips bucked and she came. Her body arched up to meet his as her nails stayed dug into his back.
“Clint! Fuck!” Her mouth sought his as she kissed him hungrily. When they finally broke apart, she was panting with a grin on her face. “Fuck. You’re fucking amazing, baby. I- Wow.” For the first in a long, long time (if ever), Natasha was left speechless.
Clint couldn’t help but smile as he watched her fly over the edge, returning the kiss as she came down from it. “I’m going to use that as ammunition from now on,” he murmured, still kissing her neck. “Whenever you might tease or make fun of me, I’ll just say ‘but I’m fucking amazing’ and I hope you remember to this night.” He grinned, thinking how he might try and say it while they were out in public, just to see her reaction.
With a smirk, Natasha chuckled and moaned. “Oh, I’m going to remember this night for a long, long time.” He made her come and soon they’d be one, all while under the stars. It was like some fantasy come true for her. “And it’s all thanks to you.”
She turned her head and started to place kiss after kiss on his face. “Now it’s your turn, love,” she murmured, glancing up so green met blue. “Tell me, what do you want?” She tugged his shirt up and over as she was eager to see him naked.
Clint happily let her undress him, reaching up as she tugged the shirt off him. They were lucky it was such a beautiful night out and even he had to admit, there was something romantic in it. “Just you,” he said, leaning in to give her a kiss on the lips. He couldn’t help but wrap his arms around her, pulling her against him so their flesh could finally touch. She was warm and a little slick from the work he’d done on her, but he liked it; he liked being able to make her feel and respond in that way.
His hands moved down to the waistline of her panties, not breaking the kiss to move them down and help her out of them. It was the moment, where they would fully see each other. He looked her over, his glance of reverence and adoration.
“Merlin,” he whispered, his eyes resting on her face. He reached out to cup her face, a thumb caressing her skin. “You’ll start to get sick of hearing me say how beautiful you are. And gorgeous.” He kissed her cheek. “And pretty.” Another kiss to the forehead. “And wonderful.” A kiss on the lips.
She was naked before him, but for once she didn’t care. She was glad she was. She knew she was attractive and could use her looks for her benefit, but she felt beautiful and gorgeous around him. Leaning to his touch, she nuzzled his hand and returned his tender kiss.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of this,” she said. There seemed to be a bit more emotion in her voice as she smiled at him. “Or you.” Her hands moved down to his pants, unbuttoning his jeans and unzipping him. Just as he wanted to see her, she wanted to see him.
Her hands went to the waistband of his pants as she purred, “C’mon, baby. I want to make you feel good and I- I want to see.” And tease.
Who was Clint to object to that? He smiled, giving her a final kiss before helping her get him out of the pants. Despite the warmer weather, he couldn’t help but shiver as he copied the same state of undress as Natasha, making it very obvious his want and need for her.
“Well?” he asked, smirking. “Hopefully not disappointed.” He was rather proud of his body, his muscles toned and defined from his archery and work outs. He liked to stay in shape and now was the perfect opportunity for it to pay off.
A hand snaked around her waist, pulling her towards him as his other hand reached out to run through her hair. He wanted her, that much was clear and he gave her another kiss on her lips, slower and more sensual. It didn’t have the same urgency as before, but showed the same amount of wanting that he had had since the beginning.
“Definitely not disappointed,” she told him, licking her lips in appreciation. Her voice was a pleased purr as she felt his toned chest, arms, and abs. She smirked as she kissed his adam’s apple a few times, then let her teeth graze it. “Shame you have to wear clothes and I don't get to see this often." She slowly kissed down his body throat, to his chest, then gave him a soft nip. She kissed back up his body, then returned his slow, needy kiss, mirroring it with the same passion and want she had.
"You're not going to keep me waiting, are you?" she whispered, rolling her hips down onto him. "You're being a tease."
“I’m being a tease?” His eyebrow rose, his hands moving down to grip her waist. “I was just giving you a moment to catch your breath.” He smirked, leaning over to kiss her on the neck, moving his hips to align with hers. “Or maybe I could tease you a bit more?” He whispered against her skin, the tip of his cock moving against her folds, but not going in. “Give you just enough, but not quite enough?” He smiled, trying to control himself. He wanted her just as bad, but there was a bit of fun in the teasing they shared together.
Her breath hitched at the feel of his cock against her folds. She even squeezed his arms as she held onto him. It amazed her how aroused she was because of him and how he seemed to know her so well. He knew where on her body to kiss and whisper and just what she liked. Oh how she loved being teased just as much as teasing him. She almost didn’t want it to end. There was something so intimate and special about their playful teasing. Tilting her neck to give him easier access, Natasha smirked as she shifted her hips. She rocked her hips, rubbing her clit against his shaft, and moaned loudly.
“Enough, but not quite enough,” she repeated between pants. She was sure he could feel just how wet and aroused she was then. “Mmm… This is better, isn’t it?”
Clint let out a slight hiss as he felt her move against him, the smallest of touches but it sent an electric shock through his body. His hold around her waist tightened as he positioned himself at her entrance, leaning over to kiss her before slowly, ever so slowly, pushing his way in. He couldn’t help but moan into her mouth, his tongue seeking hers. His movements continued in an almost agonizing pace, wanting to be in control this one time and give her the pleasure she deserved.
Feeling him push in, especially at a slow pace, made Natasha whine and groan loudly. Her nails dug into his skin as she tried to move her hips down. When she couldn’t, she whimpered in his mouth, her tongue running along his tongue as she kissed him with fervor and want. She could taste the beer he had drunk and something else, something that was just Clint.
He couldn’t help but grin, happy that he could make her respond in that kind of way.He began to move his hips a bit faster, his hand moving up to twist a nipple and squeeze her breast. She was so soft, so subtle, that he just wanted to melt into her. His movements only continued to quicken and he pulled back, his breath coming out hot and fast.
“Fuck Natasha,” he said, readjusting his hold on her, pulling her (if possible) even closer to him. “You feel so good.” His mouth captured hers once more however, his hand moving to the small of her back.
Running one hand through his hair and gripping it, she let out another needy moan as he teased her breast. They were so close together, her legs wrapped around him, her hand holding onto his back, her body against his, that it really felt as if they were one. She was sure he could even feel how fast and hard her heart was beating.
As he moved a bit faster, she rode him with quick rolls of her hips. Her breasts even began to bounce against him. Her teeth nibbled on his bottom lip as she gave a quick tug, a growl rumbling in her throat as she murmured, “Fuck- you’re stretching me. You feel so fucking good in me, Clint!”
The only things keeping Clint from hearing her own heart beat was his pounding at the same rate as her’s. He felt her roll against him and the sensation, mixed with the slight pull on his lip made him move even faster. “Fuck baby, yes.” He moved his mouth to the bottom of her neck, sucking not so gently. There would be a nice spot there after all of this was over.
“Fuck!” Her hips bucked involuntarily as he became rough. Her eyes fluttered as she raked her nails down the back of his neck and squirmed. She was liking how roughly he sucked on her neck, how fast he thrusted, and how intense it all felt. She didn’t even realize that he’d make a nice hickey on her neck, but she would be happy. It’d go nicely with her arrow necklace.
“Clint!” she panted. “I- Oh fuck! Oh! Nnn!”
“Oh Natasha…..FUCK!” Clint felt himself explode, the last couple of thrusts hard and deep within her as he grunted, leaning his forehead against her shoulder, his breath fast and a bit ragged. It took him a moment before he raised his head, giving her a soft kiss on the lips. “Alright?” He couldn’t help but grin, his hand and fingertips lightly tracing down her back.
He wasn’t the only one to climax. It was the combination of his hard, deep thrusts and the hot rush of his release that made Natasha see white as she cried out in bliss and came. She tried catching her breath, though her body was extremely sensitive. She trembled, whimpering as she nodded and returned the kiss. “Nnn… Mmhm.” She found it hard to say much then, her mind still a haze.
He let out a chuckle, keeping his arms wrapped around her as he moved them to lie back down on the blankets. Suddenly it seemed to be perfect out, a slight breeze cooling them down but the warmer summer night keeping them snug. He sighed, closing his eyes and burying his face in her hair, inhaling.
“You’re perfect, ya know that?” It all felt perfect in that moment.
Snuggling into him, there was a satisfied smile on Natasha’s face. She found herself blushing at his words and her smile grew. It really did feel perfect. With her arms around him, she lightly scratched his back.
“You’re perfect,” she replied. “You’re making me feel perfect though.” She glanced up at him, then chuckled as she cuddled him. “And you left your mark, both on me and in me.” Definitely perfect in her book.