Don't sue me, I don't own anything! Although I wish I owned the rights to Jeremy Renner! Just a fluffy, somewhat smutty Blackhawk story, post movie, for your reading pleasure (I Hope!).
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Clint Barton strolled through the hallways of their new living quarters in the Stark tower with one thing on his mind. Now obviously that one thing then splintered off into a million thoughts all culminating in one question when he arrived at his intended destination…Should I do this?
Natasha Romanov sat on her bed in silence staring at his face. She remembered when she came to Shield and had nothing but one bag; no personal items to declare because she had no personal life. No family, no friends, no memories and most certainly no photographs. Years later they were on a mission, posing as man and wife on vacation when he'd given his camera to a waiter to take their picture. She assumed at the time it was a ruse of some kind to cement their back story but later she would learn that he simply wanted to savour the moment.
He gave her a copy sometime later and said nothing.
"What's this for?" she asked innocently as his face grew slightly red. He sighed and shook his head looking away.
"I thought you could use at least one personal item. Neither one of us have photographs, happy memories or childhood stories but hey, for a few minutes there we had each other."
His words crushed her heart as she watched him walk away from her. Perhaps that's why he was her best friend, the only person she trusted in the world - because they were the same.
She smiled as she looked at the photograph for the millionth time, it's edges worn slightly at her constant touch. She almost didn't need to hold it, she took the mental form of it with her everywhere she went. They were sitting at a café table in Paris, both had been wearing sunglasses but as Clint had taken his off she had followed suit. She leaned into him, placing her hand on his leg as he wrapped his strong arms around her.
So many times she'd fantasised about that photograph and all the possibilities it held but as she looked around her sparse quarters in the Stark tower she sighed sadly knowing that it wouldn't be.
Involuntarily his hand was knocking on the door before he could talk himself out of it. A soft voice from inside the room said, "Come in Clint" warmly.
He smiled at her confidence that it would of course be him at her door. He heard a drawer shut hastily as he closed the door behind him he took in the breathtaking view in front of him. Natasha Romanoff was sitting up in bed, wearing only a tank top and shorts. Her knees were lightly pulled up to her chest with her back against the wall. A discarded book lay beside her and she looked expectantly up at him. He walked for ward and sat on the very edge of the bed looking down at the ground.
"Is it ok that I'm here?" He asked her without looking up. She looked at the clock on the wall telling her it was 3am before sliding over to the edge of the bed so that she was beside him.
Taking his large calloused hand in hers she raised it to her mouth and kissed his bruised knuckles gently. She was tired of pushing her feelings for him to one side - she'd been doing it for years. The look on his face when he came around from the blow to the head she'd given him broke her heart into a thousand pieces. She knew he'd bear some guilt for the things he did for the rest of his life no matter how much they all told him it wasn't his fault.
He was afraid to look up at her in case the tears that had formed at the edge of his eyes from her kiss would fall. He knew that a gesture like that had come straight from her heart. She was sparing with her words and had never touched him in that way before even though he suspected the feelings he had for her had been reciprocated from the very start.
Suddenly she leaned back and gently pulled his hand motioning for him to follow her. He did, still without looking at her until they were side by side on the bed. She rolled over to his side and draped her arm across his chest, burying her face in his neck. He exhaled deeply and was unsure if he should take her in his arms.
"Clint, hold me and let's sleep - nothing else matters tonight." She reassured him and he wrapped her up in his strong arms and pressed a sweet kiss to her temple.
"Lights out please Jarvis" Clint said into the darkness.
"Certainly Sir, good night." Jarvis replied dimming the lights slowly until the room was completely dark.
They were still for a second until he felt what he thought may be a warm tear fall on his chest. Then he realised that Natasha's shoulders were shaking.
"Natasha, what is it?"
"Don't look at me, I'll stop in a minute." She said burying her face into his side.
He took her chin in his hand and raised it gently to see her face. She resisted for just a second and let him see her glistening eyes overflowing with tears.
"Why?" He asked gently.
"Oh Clint, you don't know how afraid I was when Coulson told me about you. I was never so relieved to knock you out, YOU, not that other thing."
He chuckled softly and stroked her hair soothingly. "And now the way you're holding me and the way you feel. I…..I've never been treated so tenderly in my whole life."
His heart broke listening to her. She had been starved of love and affection from an early age and he'd guessed she had learned to stop looking for it. Her beauty was a barrier because she could always be sure of what men wanted from her.
"Tasha, I've wanted to hold you like this for a long time….I was a little afraid that you would never let me get this close to you."
Now it was her turn to chuckle, just because she's broken a few fingers, wrists and arms that have touched her in a manner she didn't like… It had always tickled him to watch her deal with sleazebags like that. Poor guys picked on the wrong woman.
He kept on stroking her hair and listened as her breathing slowed and evened and once she was asleep he squeezed her tighter until he felt sleep overcome him.
"Natasha…please…no no please" Natasha woke to the sound of her own name as Clint's arms tightened around her. As she lifted her head slightly she realised he was still asleep and dreaming. She rubbed his chest lightly trying to wake him up.
"Clint, Clint wake up, it's ok I'm here.." He woke with a start scaring her and she recoiled from him to the head of the bed. She looked into his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief, they were his own of course.
He looked away from her ashamed knowing that she would do that from time to time now and he cursed Loki for ever coming to earth.
"I'm sorry" she said looking at him apologetically, knowing that her gut reaction had hurt him.
The only sound in the room was their breathing slowing down again and Clint lay down rubbing his face with his hands trying desperately to get images from his mind. Images from shooting Fury to holding the tip of his knife to Natasha's beautiful throat, knowing he had every intention of killing her….
She softened when she saw the turmoil he was in and wanted so much to take it all away from him so she decided to do just that.
He felt her moving from behind his hands which were still covering his eyes. She carefully climbed on top of him and his eyes flew open as she settled with her legs either side of him, trying not to knock any wounds that were still healing.
"Natasha, wha-" She placed her fingers momentarily against his full lips silencing whatever he was about to say. If he was going to protest she didn't want to hear it. All she wanted was him and she was about to say something to him that she had never said to anyone…she hoped he knew that.
"Make love to me Clint." As she said it she took his hands and placed them on her stomach hoping that he'd shake that dopey look off his face soon and get to work.
He looked at her face and tried to process what she'd just said. He didn't think that Natasha believed in love and was pretty sure she never thought that sex had anything to do with love either. She searched his eyes and finally just smiled at him. That did it.
In one move he was up with his arm around her back flipping her over so that he was on top of her. She gasped and gripped his shoulders for dear life as his surprising move registered with her. He settled himself on top of her and kissed her forehead sweetly, ghosting his lips over her eyes and cheeks before capturing her mouth with his own.
He had imagined many times what it would be like to kiss her lips and it wasn't disappointing him so far. She pulled him down closer to her and held his face in her hands never wanting him to break this kiss. Their tongues wrestled for control feverishly and when he finally did pull back from her, needing to breathe, he smiled at her whimper at the loss of contact.
Still with one arm around her he lifted the covers off them completely and tossed them onto the floor. Pushing her hands up to her head he hoped she would keep them there because he would never be able to accomplish this mission if she was touching him. He blazed a fiery trail down from her neck to her stomach with his lips and fingers causing her to gasp and moan and make noises he had never heard before. He pulled her tank top up but figuring how to get it up over her head was clearly taking too long so instead he ripped the flimsy material right up the middle pulling it away from her and letting it fall to the floor.
At that she let out a giggle and he looked up at her realising what he'd done and that the concentration on his face was maybe a little too intense.
He laughed and moved back up her body to capture her lips once more. Now his touches were more controlled and less frenzied - he wanted her to feel and savour everything he was doing to her. For her part all Natasha could do in response to him was moan and kiss back. She had never allowed a man to render her so utterly powerless before. Furthermore she had no idea she would like it this much.
He kissed down her neck and hovered over each breast, enjoying their softness on his mouth and in his hands. He moved still further and looked up at her for approval as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her tiny shorts. She nodded at him, her eyes dark pools of desire for him as he pulled them off her completely. As he looked back at her he could not believe the beauty of this woman before him. She felt utterly exposed as he gazed at her and she pulled him to her for another kiss whilst working his t-shirt over his head revealing his muscles in all their glory.
She had always admired his chest and his arms and on lonely nights she had ran her hands all over her body imagining he was there with her pinning her to the bed with his lean muscular body. Now she didn't have to wonder anymore as she trailed her fingers all over his chest and arms. She tried to sit up to free him from his sweat pants but he gently pushed her back down, removing them himself. When she tried to touch him he shook his head and pinned her arms down firmly.
"Next time baby, this one is all for you." He realised he'd just called her baby out loud but by the look on her face she was ok with it. Just to make sure she didn't have time to think about it he took his index finger and trailed it ever so slowly from her lips over her rapidly beating heart, down through the valley between her breasts and finally all the way down to her moist centre pushing it in slowly.
The moan that came from her toes and escaped her lips made him want to come then and there but he pulled it together somehow to continue his work as she writhed beneath him. Her breathing became shallow and he replaced his finger with his tongue,
"Clint, please, I'm so close - " meaning she wanted him to stop but he inserted his finger again taking her hand in his saying.
"Come Natasha, please it's ok…" taking her over the edge again with his tongue he felt her orgasm wash over her as she squeezed his hand, moaning with total pleasure.
As she recovered he knew he'd never forget how she looked at that moment - hair splayed across the pillow, her gorgeous chest heaving up and down gasping for air.
When she came to her senses she pulled him up over her feeling his hard cock against her stomach. She kissed him so hard she sucked the air from his lungs and now he was the one left gasping.
"Please Clint, I need you inside of me now" As he was about to enter her he stopped and looked up suddenly.
"I don't have any protection Natasha, I should go and .." Natasha hooked her legs around his back opening herself up to him and she looked deep into his eyes.
"You are not leaving me now Clint Barton. I said I wanted you inside me and I do. I want to feel all of you, we don't need anything between us now. And as for you having no protection…you do. You have me." A single tear slid down her cheek and he kissed it away taking her lips in his once again as he entered her slowly feeling his heart explode with love for her as he did so.
She moaned his name in such a way that made him shiver. He pulled right out of her and plunged into her deeply making her nails dig into his shoulders. They found a steady rhythm together and he knew it wouldn't be long before they both lost control so he took her face in his hands and she looked deeply into his eyes as her moans became louder.
Moments later they both flew over the edge together with Clint collapsing on her chest nuzzling her neck as she came down from her high. Somehow he summoned the energy to reach down to the discarded blanket pulling it up over them both before wrapping her in his arms so tightly that she almost couldn't breathe. Not that she complained as she hugged him just as tightly back.
He woke up slowly as the room had become much lighter. He rolled over to find he was the only one in the bed. He opened his eyes to confirm this and frowned, relaxing a little when he heard the shower running. He threw the blanket aside and strode into the bathroom, maybe strutting a little.. No need for modesty now, not that they ever were really with each other.
As she rinsed the shampoo from her hair she heard his bare feet pad into the bathroom and watched his silhouette come closer to the shower door smiling at the realisation that he was naked.
His fingers drummed on the glass door before opening it fully to look at her. She winked at him and he winked back.
"I wondered where you went…then I realised you must need to collect yourself after I made you see stars last night." He said with a sexy smile. Then he let out a slightly high pitched moan which she assumed was an impression of her and she shook her head, flicking water at him.
"Well Clint I always knew you had an ego but I'm surprised you even fit your head through the door just now."
He chuckled again, looking her up and down. She did the same to him and he waggled his eyebrows at her,
"Like what you see?" he said stepping into the shower with her. She nodded as he took her in his arms and stood under the spray for a second wiping his face with his hand before it went to the back of her neck, holding her in place as he kissed her thoroughly.
When he pulled back he rested his forehead on hers looking into her eyes.
"That was pretty intense huh?" they hadn't exchanged any words about what happened yet and he desperately wanted to make sure that it wasn't just going to be a one off.
"It was..very intense. Did you think it was good?" He looked surprised by her question and said, "Didn't you?"
She ran her hands up and down his arms and over his shoulders avoiding his gaze for a second.
"Promise me you won't laugh?" He nodded looking at her seriously.
"I've only ever been with one other guy." She confessed as she looked down at their feet.
"You're kidding me." He said in disbelief. "How is that possible, you're so beautiful and warm and loving…"
"Yeah all of which I only discovered last night with you. I wasn't brought up to value affection or look for it even. Until you made me want it, need it so much I couldn't breathe even. But only if it was coming from you."
He smiled at her and drew her back in for another lingering kiss. He moaned into her mouth as he rubbed his hands up and down her wet back, giving her ass a squeeze making her squeal.
He reached behind them and turned the shower off. She went to get a towel and dried her hair roughly before standing on her tip toes to do the same for him. When she took the towel away he scooped her up in his arms and took her back to bed setting her down on it gently. She surprised him as she ducked out of his grasp and he sat on the edge of the bed with her in front of him on her knees on the floor.
She reached up to kiss him then as her arms snaked up around his neck. Then she broke the kiss to let her hands travel down his muscular chest and torso until her small hands wrapped around his semi hard cock.
He gasped and she looked up at him smiling triumphantly,
"You may well have made me see stars last night Clint Barton, but I'm about to take you all the way to Asgard!"
More chapters to follow, don't be shy…..