Chapter One: Your Three O'Clock Is Here

The rain hit the glass walls of the skyscraper, the whole city covered in black clouds, lightning lighting up the sky in intervals. He watched the monsoon fall - hands behind his back, tie undone, suit jacket unbuttoned – waiting patiently.

A sharp 'click, click' came from behind the closed doors of the woman, blonde hair, sharp suit, entered. "Sir, your three o'clock is here," she informed her boss.

He turned his head to look at her over his shoulder. "Thank you, Hannah," he told her. "Send them in."

Hannah nodded and left the room. "Mr Barton will see you now," she informed the red-head waiting outside the office.

"Thank you," the other woman replied. She followed Hannah into the office before Hannah left them alone. "Good afternoon, Mr Barton," the red-head greeted, looking at the back of the man in front of her.

He turned to look at her. "Good afternoon, Miss Romanoff," he greeted, walking over to his desk. "How can I help you?"

She smirked at him. "You're very formal today," she stated as she sat down on the chair in front of the desk. "Has the weather dampened your mood?" she teased.

He returned her smirk. "Very funny, Natasha," he replied dryly. "What's the reason for your visit?"

Natasha grinned, watching him as he stood in front of his desk. "So, a girl can't visit her fiancée at work?" she teased, standing up and closing the gap between the, standing between his legs. "Clint, I wanted to see you," she whispered, pressing her lips to the underside of his jaw.

Clint's hands immediately fell to his fiancée's hips. "You came here to tease me," he accused playfully.

Natasha grinned, kissing her way up to his lips. "Our son wanted to know if you were going to come home early tonight so we can have a family movie night," she whispered against his lips. "You're rarely there in the morning before he goes to school."

Clint nodded. "Okay. Do you have to work tonight?" he whispered in between kisses.

Natasha shook her head. "I cleared most of my schedule," she whispered as he turned them around, lifting her onto his desk.

Clint moved his lips down her neck. "The DA skipping out on her schedule just for a booty call," he whispered against the hollow of her neck.

Natasha grinned. "I had a meeting with the city's biggest donator. The Mayor sent me," she replied, moaning when he sucked on her skin.

Clint smirked. "Coulson didn't send you," he stated smugly. "You just wanted to see me. You said so yourself."

Natasha grinned and tugged on his suit jacket until he pulled it off. "I did agree to marry you," she replied as he pulled her blazer and blouse off. "I should get what I want when I want it."

Clint dropped to his knees in front of her. "Of course, milady," he whispered before pushing her skirt over the curve of her ass and pulling off her black lace thong. "Tasha, you're so wet for me," he whispered, stroking two fingers over her sex. "Did you get yourself worked up for me?"

Natasha moaned and nodded. "Yes," she replied, her hips bucking when he pressed his lips to the inside of her thigh. "All I could think about all day was how you fucked me this morning before we went to work," she told him seductively.

Clint groaned and attacked her clit with his mouth, pushing two fingers inside her. He grinned against her when she moaned his name loudly, thankful that Hannah knew to take a break when Natasha was alone in the office with him.

One of Natasha's hands buried itself in her fiancée's hair when he curled his fingers against her G-spot. "Fuck, Clint!" she exclaimed, her other hand grasping the edge of the desk. "Please. Please."

Clint curled his fingers inside her before spreading, making Natasha cry out as she came hard. He drank up his rewards, smirking when Natasha pushed at his head. "Too much," she gasped when he pulled away from her sex.

"You taste as good as ever," he replied, kissing his way up her body until he reached her lips. Natasha moaned as she tasted herself on his lips. "Clint," she whimpered, pulling his shirt from his body before fumbling with the button of his suit pants. "I want you to bend me over your desk and fuck me hard."

Clint growled into the kiss, stepping out of his dress shoes and pants, stripping off his socks before pulling Natasha off the desk. She sucked on his bottom lip before bending over the desk.

Clint ran his hands over the smooth curve of her ass. "I have no condoms here," he told her.

Natasha smirked. "Since when has that ever stopped you," she teased, grinding her ass against his cock.

"There's nothing for you to clean up with," he replied. "Unless you feel like spoiling that thong you were wearing."

Natasha looked at him over her shoulder seductively. "That was the idea," she whispered teasingly.

Clint groaned and gripped himself before pushing inside her. "Fuck," he cursed as he bottomed out inside her. "Tasha."

Natasha whimpered at the pleasure of having her fiancée bottomed out inside her. "Clint. Fuck, yes. You feel so good," she moaned loudly.

He kissed the spot between her shoulder blades before slowly pulling out only to push back into her. "You're so fucking tight, Tasha," he praised as he began to set a steady rough pace. "So fucking wet for me."

Natasha groaned, watching his hands play with her breasts in the reflection of the glass wall. "Fuck, Clint. Fuck. Fuck," she gasped, tossing her head back as he pressed his weight against her back. "Harder. Please," she begged.

Clint pressed his lips against the curve of his fiancée's neck. "Wanna make you come around my cock, Tasha," he growled against her skin. "Gonna be a good girl and came on my cock?"

Natasha whimpered, nodding as she dropped one hand down between her legs, rubbing her clit in tie with his thrusts. He pushed her hand harder against her while tugging her head back with her hair, the way she liked. "Clint!" she cried out as she came hard, her walls clenching hard on his cock.

Clint buried his face in the crook of his fiancée's neck, biting down as he buried himself deep inside her, shouting as he came inside her.

Natasha rolled her hips, helping her fiancée ride out his orgasm before he kissed along her neck. "Thank you," he whispered softly in her ear. "You are perfect."

Natasha smiled and twisted her head to look at him over her shoulder. "You are most welcome, Mr Barton," she replied, kissing him softly. "It's a thank you for this morning," she added before whimpering as he removed himself from inside her.

"I love you," Clint whispered as she moved around in his arms to face him and wrap her arms around his neck.

"I love you too," she whispered as she kissed him. "I like the way our lunch dates work out," she added cheekily.

Clint grinned. "Even when it doesn't end like this?" he teased.

Natasha grinned "The only times we don't end up like this is when Shay is with us," she pointed out. "And he's only five."

Clint kissed her again. "Does our son have any requests for movie night?" he asked as he began to help her redress.

Natasha tilted her head to the side. "Pizza, Jurassic World, and cuddles with Mama, Papa, Lucky and Liho," she answered before kissing him again as she pulled on her thong. "He wants to make homemade pizza when I get home. Wanda agreed to mind him until I got home," she informed him as she fixed his shirt and tie.

"I love how you are so organised," he commented as she deftly done up his tie properly.

Natasha smiled and pecked his lips. "It's a Friday," she commented. "I only had one more meeting who was more than happy to reschedule," she informed him.

"I have an international conference call at half four," he told her. "Stark's CEO is attending. It should be quick enough."

"As long as it isn't Stark himself, you should be fine," Natasha replied. "Pepper is very reliant."

Clint smirked. "You would know. As their former lawyer, of course," he replied, bringing a hand up to cup her face.

Natasha pressed her lips to his palm. "Thank you for trusting me," she whispered. "You didn't have to. A former sniper for the American Special Forces didn't have to trust the lawyer for his rival's company."

Clint smiled and pulled her into his arms. "I'm glad I did. And I'm glad Steve introduced me to you," he replied, holding her close.

"You reminded me to be human. That no matter what I had gone through, I could have what I wanted."

Natasha remembered the first few months of their relationship. Clint's PTSD from his time in the army and harsh childhood and her own hard childhood had made it hard for both of them. Then came their unexpected pregnancy and their little boy. It was hard and scared both of them but Shay Francis Romanoff-Barton was the apple of his parents' eyes. He triggered the change of direction Natasha wanted with her career and he helped Clint ask for help for his PTSD.

Natasha felt Clint press his lips to the top of her head. "You and Shay are the best thing that his happened to me," he whispered against her hair.

She pressed her lips to his jawline. "Likewise," she whispered before pulling away. "I have to get home," she stated with a smile. "Shay wants the pizza made before you get home."

Clit grinned. "We wouldn't want to upset our Little Hawk," he agreed, pecking her lips. "I should be home by six," he added as he pulled away.

Natasha smiled. "Knock 'em dead, Yastreb," she told him before turning on her heel, sending him a flirty wink over her shoulder as she disappeared out the door.

Clint sighed: he couldn't wait to go home…

So… This will be a non-chronological narrative AU; it will be jumping back and forth from present day to the beginning of their relationship and working up through the years…