Gift for Discordchick who requested a continuation of Green-Eyed Monster. Post Cap 2 and Non-AOU compliant.
Chapter One: Coming Home
"A good laugh and a long sleep are two of the best cures for anything." – Irish Proverb.
Natasha walked towards the black SUV on the road, leaving Steve and Sam at Fury's grave to discuss whatever they were talking about as she left. She looked down at her phone as it beeped. She climbed into the driver's seat of the SUV, slamming the door closed before she read the message.
It was from Clint; 'Since you have had a shitty day and an extremely fucked-up week, I have bought you those girly bubble bath things you have never admitted you like and bought proper Russian Vodka. And the minute you step off the plane I conned Tony into sending you, I will have a bath running for you in Stark's Tower where you told me to hide while you saved the world and Steve's ass. Again. – C xxx'.
Natasha smiled. 'You are too good to me. Which airport, moy yastreb? – N xxx'.
Instead of a reply text, Natasha received a phone call from her lover. "I needed to hear your voice," he said immediately as a greeting.
"I'm okay," she answered, sagging back into the seat as relief hit her at hearing her lover's voice. "My friend from 2009 got me in the shoulder this time. Just a flesh wound, I promise," she added before he could ask.
"I'll give you my personal opinion when I have you in my arms," he informed her and she could hear his relief over the phone. "That was too close, Tasha," he added; she had been wondering when he would .
"I know," she answered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I should be in New York by 7 if I leave now and beat traffic. You can check me for as many injuries as you want," she added, just to appease his worry.
"Be careful," he requested and Natasha could hear all the words he wanted to say to her. "I love you."
"I love you too," she whispered, smiling softly when he let out a sigh of relief. "I'll see you soon."
Natasha sighed as she stepped off Stark's personal Quinjet, pushing her hand through her hair as she walked down the ramp. And then she recognised the all too familiar body waiting at the bottom of the ramp. For her. "Clint," she breathed, almost falling into his arms in relief as she saw him for the first time in three months.
Clint buried his face in the crook of Natasha's neck, inhaling her scent as he held her close. He would never take her scent or holding her close for granted again. "I missed you," he mumbled hoarsely against the skin of her neck.
Natasha nodded. She didn't want to talk about the last few days. At least not now when she had her lover holding her, "Is that bath still on offer?" she murmured against his chest.
Clint slowly pulled back, smiling at her. "Yes. Lavender and vanilla bubble bath. JARVIS will turn the bath off once the water reaches a certain level," he answered, pecking her lips softly. "The bath is running in my assigned apartment," he added as he pulled away.
Natasha smiled and grabbed Clint's hand. "Lead the way, Mr. Barton," she told him, letting him lead her to the elevator. She smirked when she realised that Clint wanted to keep her as close to him as was humanly possible. As they leaned against the metal wall of the elevator, Clint buried his face into Natasha's hair, his eyes closed as he held her close. "You know I'm not going anywhere," Natasha commented drily against his chest even as she wrapped her arms around his waist.
"I am never taking holding you for granted ever again," he replied, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. "I thought I was going to lose you," he whispered as he rested his forehead against hers.
Natasha bit her lip. "Thank you for telling Steve they had trackers on us," she whispered, pecking his lips gently. "It gave us an advantage."
Before Clint could say anything, the elevator had opened at his apartment. He took Natasha's hand in his and led her down the hallway to his bathroom. Steam was pouring out of the room as Clint opened the door. Natasha could feel herself relax as Clint sat on the toilet seat and slowly began to strip her carefully. When the last of her clothing hit the floor, she pulled him up so she could strip him. He tried to protest but she simple shook her head in reply.
Clint waited patiently as Natasha stripped him until he was as naked as her. Once all of his clothes hit the floor, she took his hand in hers and pulled him over to the bath. She gestured for him to climb in, earning a raised eyebrow from her lover. But he did as she requested, climbing into the tub, lying down and waited for her to climb in as well.
Natasha climbed in and settled in between Clint's legs, leaning back against his chest. He immediately brought his arms around her waist, holding her lose to him. She twisted her head to the side, kissing the side of his neck.
Clint reached for the washcloth sitting on the side of the bath. Natasha sighed in content as he washed her body. Her lover took his time, taking in her injuries as he ran the washcloth over her skin. She closed her eyes and let him take care of her, finally relaxing after everything that had happened the past week.
"Everything is out there, Clint," she whispered as Clint ran the cloth over her scar from where the Winter Soldier had shot her in 2009. "Every mark I killed. Every alias I have. Everything I did for the Red Room and S.H.I.E.L.D. My layers are gone."
Clint pressed his lips to the top of her head, inhaling her scent; he knew how much Natasha valued her covers, her privacy. "You did what you thought was the right thing, Tasha. Your actions saved countless of lives, alerting other powers to the threat they thought had been extinguished years ago. For anyone to think of you as anything but a survivor-turned-hero, then they show just how naïve the world still is in regards to the evilness of the world hidden from their lives," he whispered, holding her closer. "We can make more covers," he offered. "Better than those before. Just you and I."
Natasha bit her bottom lip before smiling softly. "You're the only one who knows the real me. Without the layers," she confessed. "Steve saw a bit. So did Nick. Maria. Phil. Mel. But you see me without masks," she whispered.
Clint hugged her close. "I'm honoured, Tasha," he informed her. "When I was under Loki's control, everything was blue. No other colour. And cold, like the world was covered in frost and snow. But anytime I thought of you, the world was red, like fire burning away the cold. Then when we fought, everything turned purple. You broke through his control for me," he confessed, kissing the top of her head. "You gave me a reason to fight his control."
Natasha bit back the tears threatening to fall. "Do you ever wonder what your purpose in life is?" she asked, her voice hoarse from unspoken emotions. "Everything we worked for is gone."
"Yes," he answered honestly. "When I'm alone with my thoughts, I wonder. Then you show up and remind me that when you have someone worth living for, every bad thing you've gone through was worth it." He pressed his lips to her temple. "Whatever our purpose in life is, Tasha, you have always been the reason for me to keep fighting even though the odds are against me."
Natasha squeezed his hand reassuringly. "I kept fighting to come home to you," she whispered. She thought back to almost four months ago, after his jealous induced storm-off and how it had brought them together. And the morning after. "Remember when I told you to ask me again a month later about living together?" she started, praising it like a question. When he 'Mmhmm'-ed, she continued, "I'd like that. After everything that's happened, being with you is the one thing I know that has the least likely chance to be taken from me."
Clint sighed in relief at her words. He brought one hand up to cup her jaw, guiding her face up so he could kiss her lips passionately. Natasha moaned and smiled into the kiss. She brought her uninjured arm up so she could grasp at the back of his neck.
Clint cupped one of her breasts with the hand that held the washcloth, pinching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Natasha gasped into his mouth, arching her breasts into his touch. She felt him against the small of her back, making her growl appreciatively into his mouth.
"Please," she whimpered into his mouth. "Please. I need you."
"You have me," he promised, pulling away from her lips to kiss and nip on the skin of her neck. "I missed you so much, Tasha. Never letting you out of my sight again," he added, biting down on her clavicle.
Natasha threw her head back against his shoulder with a moan as she felt Clint slip his other hand between her legs, easily sliding two fingers inside her. His thumb found her clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves in slow circles while curling his fingers inside her.
Her hips moved in time with his movements, her other hand coming up to tease her other breast. She bit her bottom lip before gasping his name as he bit into the crook of her neck, leaving his mark on her skin. "Please, Clint," she moaned, her hips bucking into his hand.
Clint couldn't stop the primal desire he felt when she whispered please, over and over. It called to the caveman inside him. He twisted his head and caught the lobe of her ear, sucking on the flesh teasingly. "What do you want, Tasha?" he whispered, releasing her ear to tease her with his words. "Tell me what you want."
"Please. Let me come. Please. Clint," she moaned, her movements stuttering as Clint added a third finger inside her. "Please. Please. Clint."
Clint pressed his palm firmly against her clit, curling his fingers inside her. He pinched and twisted her nipple slightly, the fabric of the washcloth making her moan loudly. "Come for me, Tasha," he whispered huskily in her ear.
Natasha arched high up into his touch, sobbing his name as she came hard around her lover's fingers. Clint pepper her neck with nips and kisses, working her through her orgasm. She clasped the wrist of his hand between her legs, the stimulation too much.
Clint hummed as Natasha sagged back against him. He dropped the washcloth into the water and brought both hands up to cup her breasts, working her nipples slowly. Her breath hitched but she did nothing to stop him.
He groaned when he felt Natasha slip her hand behind her, grasping his cock firmly in her hand. He bucked his hips, burying his face in the crook of her neck, letting her pull away so she could turn in his arms and straddle him. She clasped his face between her hands and kissed him hungrily, making them both groan loudly into each other's mouths. He pulled her hips closer, letting her grind down on him.
She reached between them, gripping the base of his cock and positioning him at her entrance. Clint gripped her hips hard, the way she liked, as she slowly sank down on him. They moaned into the kiss, Clint bringing one hand up to the back of her head, grasping her hair as she slowly began to rock her hips against his. "Please," she whispered into his mouth, breaking the kiss, resting her forehead on his. "Clint."
Clint wrapped his arm firmly around her waist and helped her move over him slowly. Her knees pushed against his thighs from where she straddled him. Her hands gripped at his shoulders, their lips brushing as she moved her hips.
"Please," she whispered against his lips. "Please."
"Come for me, Tasha," he whispered. He brought his hand from her hair to in between them, his thumb easily finding her clit. "Come for me."
Natasha gasped his name before crying out as she came around him. She shuttered hard in his arms, moaning loudly when he pinched her bundle of nerves. "Clint," she whispered, her eyes closed as he held her to him. "You didn't come," she noted, her voice muffled from where her mouth was pressed against his neck, clenching her walls around his cock still inside her.
Clint groaned lowly when she squeezed his cock inside her. "Focused on you," he answered her, kissing her temple.
She lifted her head and kissed him deeply before rocking her hips again. Clint groaned into the kiss and let Natasha push him until his back hit marble. "Let me take care of you, moy yastreb," she whispered as his hands came to rest on his hips.
Clint held her hips, hard enough they'd leave his red prints but not hard enough to leave bruises. She rocked his cock deep inside her, leaning down and kissing her lover languidly. She smiled as she sucked on his bottom lip, biting lightly to make him groan into her mouth.
Clint felt himself getting closer and closer to falling over the edge. He planted his feet on the marble, giving Natasha more leverage as she began to fuck herself down harder on his cock. She leaned against his thighs, planting her hands on his knees as she moved. He thrust up into her, matching her pace as she rocked her hips down on his.
She bit her bottom lip as she felt Clint slip his hand between them, his thumb finding her clit again. "Please," she whimpered, "Please." She was coming before she realised it, letting out a scream as she came, her walls clenching around Clint.
He thrust twice more inside her before following her, spilling inside her. Natasha fell against his chest, sighing in content.
After a few minutes, Clint informed her, "Well, other than the fact that staying in the tub is going to make us shrink into raisins, you've managed to cross bath sex off my bucket list."
Natasha couldn't help it; she started laughing against Clint's chest. Her shoulders shook and Clint laughed with her.
Eventually, Clint lifted her up out of the bath so they could dry off. "We need to go to bed," she stated sleepily as she let Clint dry her body with the larger towel. She leaned against him and let him towel dry her hair, nuzzling his chest sleepily.
"A good laugh and a long sleep are two of the best cures for anything," he agreed, kissing her softly as he carried her out of the bathroom…
"Mr. Barton, Ms. Romanoff, Ms Potts has requested that everyone meet to discuss more permanent living arrangements," JARVIS informed the couple, waking them from their slumber.
"What time is it, JARVIS?" Natasha asked from where she lay on Clint's chest.
"It is currently 10.28, Ms Romanoff," JARVIS replied.
"Okay, JARVIS. We'll be down before eleven," Natasha replied before lifting her head to look at her lover. "Who's bright idea was it to go another two rounds last night?" she murmured, kissing his sternum before climbing out of bed.
Clint grinned as he watched Natasha almost successfully walk towards their bags so she could grab some clothes; she had a limp that would only be obvious to Clint. "If I recall, Miss 'Oh-yes-yes-please-please-don't-stop-, fill-me-up', you were very agreeable to my terms," he replied smugly.
Natasha looked up and glared half-heartedly at her lover. She looked into the contents of her bag and frowned. "We should go clothes shopping later," she commented.
"I vote coming back up here wearing no clothes," he stated, admiring his lover's appearance as she stood up.
Natasha smirked and walked back over to the bed. "If you behave, I might buy something to model for you," she offered her lover.
Clint grinned. "I knew there was a reason why I love you," he informed her as she leaned down and kissed him softly.
"I love you too, Clint," she whispered into his mouth. "Now, let's see what our team's mother hen wants before she plans to have us smothered in paperwork…"
A/N: I used the quotes:
"Do you ever wonder what your purpose in life is?" – Lost In Translation.
"A good laugh and a long sleep are two of the best cures for anything." – Irish Proverb.
This addition is to have two chapters (I've started the second :)…. First one okay?