WARNING: Just so you are all warned, this chapter has a lot of bordering X-rated scenes of sexual content and mentions of past child abuse/past sexual abuse. You have been warned before you proceed. Therefore, I am no longer liable for any offence anyone may take following this warning note. Please continue with adult-related caution.

Chapter Two: Home

Clint grinned as Erik and Lucky slept peacefully on the couch. The two were worn out from their day in the park. Natasha was putting Artyom to bed while Clint had been tasked with getting Erik to bed – without waking him. The archer cocked his head to the side, trying to figure out how to lift his son without waking the three-year-old.

Suddenly, two hands found their way around his waist and up to rest on his sternum. "Everything okay?" he heard his wife's husky low voice whisper against his left shoulder blade.

"Yeah," Clint whispered, twisting his head to the side. He gently rested his hands over hers. "I just don't want to wake him up," he added, lifting her left hand to kiss her rings softly.

Natasha smiled and nodded against his back. "I know. But his bed is much more comfortable than the couch," she whispered, slowly pulling away from him so he could turn around to look at her. "And you won't wake him up, Clint. You wouldn't do that to either of the boys," she added with a soft smile.

Clint nodded and leaned down to kiss her softly. "Thank you, Tasha," he whispered softly. Pulling away, he quietly walked over to Erik and gently snuck his arms under Erik's body. He gently lifted the three-year-old up, grinning proudly when Erik leaned into his touch. He turned around slowly to find Natasha still standing in the doorway. She was watching them both with a soft smile. Walking over to her, he smiled as she gently kissed Erik's forehead lovingly.

"Goodnight, Мой Малютка," she whispered against her oldest son's skin. She smiled up at Clint and stepped to the side to let him carry Erik to the three-year-old's bedroom. She smiled as she watched her husband walk down the hallway. Turning at the sound of Lucky's whine, she smirked at the dog when he looked at her questioningly. "Come on, Lucky. Into bed," she ordered softly. She watched the dog climb down from the couch, pattering down the hallway to his bed in Erik's room. When they had moved back to the city, Erik had asked them could Lucky sleep in his bedroom. And neither Natasha or Clint could say no to Erik. Since Lucky had moved to Erik's room, their oldest son had been showing better signs of dealing with his past. It was as if Lucky was the slow cure for Erik's PTSD…


"Mama, Dad, can Lucky stay in my room?" Erik asked, making both his parents look up from where they were unpacking a few boxes that they had brought from the farmhouse. Artyom lay on his blanket between Natasha and Clint, his eyes watching his family carefully as he chewed on his stuffed Hawk.

Natasha looked at Clint, raising a questioning eyebrow at her husband. She had read that children having dogs helped with Autism but she hadn't read anything about dogs helping with PTSD. At least not yet. Eva had given her a few books about parenting and adopted children, per the red-head's request. Raising two kids under the age of four meant that she hadn't had the chance to finish all five yet.

Clint bit his lip before asking Natasha in Arabic, "Have you read much into how dogs help kids with PTSD?"

Natasha shook her head slightly. "No. But they do help kids with Autism and different other disorders and problems. PTSD could be part of them too, right?" she replied in the same tongue. When Clint nodded, she turned her head to look at Erik. "Okay, Мой Малютка. Lucky can stay with you. But if you and Lucky staying in the same room becomes a problem, he has to move out to living-room. Okay?" she informed him.

Erik ran over to her and threw his arms around her neck. "Thank you, Mama and Daddy," he answered, smiling as Clint joined the hug…


Natasha followed Lucky down to Erik's room just as Clint pulled the three-year-old's Sesame Street bed covers. Lucky walked over to his bed, circling the red and purple cushion before laying down, his head facing the door.

Clint kissed Erik's head before walking over to where Natasha stood in the doorway. She caught his hand in hers, interlacing their fingers as they turned the light low and gently shut the door without waking Erik. Clint pulled her into a hug, pressing his lips to the crown of her forehead lovingly. "Wanna watch a movie or something?" he asked, closing his eyes and inhaling her scent.

Natasha smiled and nodded. "Yes, please," she whispered, pulling away to lead him into the living-room. She had brought home a few DVDs from London including one Clint had wanted to see.

Clint couldn't help the happy grin when Natasha handed him the DVD she had picked out from the collection she had brought home from London. "So you want to see Casino Royale?" he asked, lifting an eyebrow at the red-head.

Natasha smirked. "Daniel Craig looks good in the beach scene," she teased, earning a growl from Clint. She slowly strutted over to her husband, putting an extra sway in her hips. "And it kinda reminded me of our mission in Ibiza when we were only a few months together," she added, smirking at her husband knowingly. The mission before they had admitted that they loved each other.

Clint pulled her close, placing his hands low on her ass as Natasha gently wrapped her arms around his neck. "Which part? The part where I pulled you into the sea? Or the bit when we got back to the hotel had played for hours in between the bed sheets?" he whispered, leaning down to drag his lips teasingly over her neck. "I went down on your for three hours and wouldn't let you come until I was sure you desperately wanted it," he added tauntingly.

Natasha groaned at the memory, wishing she hadn't brought it up now. Orgasm denial was definitely a torture technique Clint was skilled in; and something she did not want to ever share with anyone. Resting her head against his chest, she rolled her eyes playfully when he chuckled. He'd enjoyed Ibiza far too much for her liking…


Clint grinned as he pinned Natasha's wet body to their hotel bed. Their mission had been a cake walk; the arms dealer had revealed everything within minutes of finding himself alone in a hotel room with the Black Widow smirking at him as she sat in front of him, twirling a knife between her fingers. And Hawkeye standing with an arrow pointed between the target's legs. He'd cried like a baby.

Natasha grinned up at her partner. Her fingers flexing while Clint pinned her wrists. "You couldn't even wait for a shower, Clint. What? Is my two piece too revealing for you?" she teased, making Clint growl possessively.

Clint looked down and took in his lover's attire. She was wearing a deep purple bikini which left little to the imagination, suiting her alias to perfection: an ex-model from Russia, spending her time and cash in one of the biggest party kingdom's in Europe. And she just so happened to spend time with the American born bartender, spending many nights with him in her bed.

"Mmmm. No. After all, I'm just the poor American born bartender that fell for your Russian beauty," he replied, lying about his feelings about her two piece; he'd given a few dirty, threatening looks to men who let their eyes linger on Natasha's body during the past two weeks.

Natasha knew he was lying but she leaned up and brushed her lips over his ear. "Then show me what I've been missing… Stud," she whispered huskily in his ear.

Clint growled before catching Natasha's lips with his own. "You're mine, Natasha," he murmured against her lips. He grinned as she groaned against his mouth.

She wrapped her legs around his, pulling him closer to her. "Yes," she whispered against his lips. "All yours, Clint," she whispered.

Clint dragged one hand down to the nape of Natasha's neck, easily undoing the strings of her top. He grinned as he slipped his hand down in between her shoulder blades, undoing the strings there before pulling the revealing piece off of his lover's body. He followed up by breaking their kiss and trailing his lips down her body.

Natasha moaned as Clint wrapped his lips around her left nipple, dragging his teeth over the erect bud and sucking hard. She wanted to bring her hands down to his hair, to drag her nails over his scalp. "Fuck, Clint," she moaned, bucking her hips up to his.

Suddenly, Clint pulled away from her, surprising the red-head. "Clint?" she whispered, confused, as he made his way over to his bag that he had brought to the hotel. He took a small brown paper bag out of his bag, making Natasha pause as she wondered what exactly her lover had bought the previous morning.

"What's in the bag, Clint?" she whispered before gasping as her partner pounced onto the bed – onto her – pining her to the bed with his weight once again.

"Something that makes sure you know that you're mine," Clint stated smugly as he grabbed her wrists again and pushed them against the pillows beneath her head. He grinned as Natasha raised a perfectly arched eyebrow at him.

"And what's that?" the red-head whispered before moaning as Clint claimed her lips hungrily, making her cease her questioning, too lost in their kiss.

Clint placed the bag on the nightstand and continued to kiss Natasha as he ran his hands all over her body, keeping her distracted as he continued to kiss her hungrily. "Clint," she moaned as he brushed his hands over her breasts teasingly with feather-light touches.

"Yes, Natasha?" he whispered teasingly as he teased her breasts.

"Want you," Natasha mumbled into his mouth as she tugged at the waistband of his shorts with her feet, wanting to get him naked as soon as possible. "Now," she whispered as she finally got the shorts over the curve of his ass, breaking the kiss to concentrate on pushing them down his legs. She threw them onto the floor before crushing her lips against his again, not wanting their make-out session to stop.

"Want you too, Tasha," Clint whispered into her mouth as she parted her lips to allow his tongue entrance. He tugged her thong down over her hips, making her raise hips to let him tug the troublesome lace over the curve of her ass, releasing her wrists. At the same time, she caught the nape of his neck with her left hand while her right gripped his left bicep, pulling him close.

"Then we've reached an agreement," she whispered, grinning as she nipped at his tongue playfully. She brought her calves to his hips, using them to pull her archer closer to her.

Clint grinned mischievously into their kiss. "About what?" he teased as he slowly grabbed her hands and pushed them back down onto the bed, using her bikini top to tie her wrists together to the headboard.

"What the hell, Clint?" Natasha hissed in confusion, tugging at her restraints as she tried to get free but it was futile attempts to try get out of the archer's knots.

"I told you," Clint stated teasingly as he got off the bed and slowly stretching, dressed only in his boxers. He grinned at his partner as she licked her lips as she watched his muscles flex as he moved. "I'm going to punish you for teasing me," Clint stated as he walked over to Natasha's bag, making the red-head frown in confusion.

"And how do you plan on doing that?" Natasha whispered as she watched Clint take out her bra as well as two of her clean panties. She watched as he smirked at her smugly while he walked back over to the bed. Suddenly, he grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs apart, using her panties to tie her to the bed, much to her secret pleasure; she absolutely loved it when Clint got tied her up because she knew he would never hurt her.

"I think," Clint started, nipping and sucking on her skin as he made his way back up her body. He grinned as she moaned loudly and threw her head back in pleasure as he nipped on her nipples teasingly. "I think. That I might just show you instead," he whispered before moving up to the spot behind her neck and sucking hungrily on her weak spot.

"Fuck. Clint," Natasha groaned loudly at his actions, not noticing as he spread her arms and tied them to the headboard separately. "What do you mean?" she whispered as he kissed her hungrily, nipping her bottom lip, sucking on it teasingly.

"Put it like this. You're not allowed move unless I tell you that you can move," Clint stated as he pulled away from her lips, grinning at her smugly as she glared at him for his words. "You're not allowed to come unless I give you permission. Is that clear Miss Romanova?" he asked in Russian, grinning as she stared at him with wide eyes.

"You got to be kidding me," she whispered in her native tongue, her jaw slack in surprise at her lover's words. She submitted to him, yes, but did he really want her to beg for her release?

"I don't think that's an answer, Miss Romanova?" Clint whispered as he moved his way back up to the head of the bed, running his hand along her side as he moved. "Is what I said clear, Miss Romanova?" he asked again as he moved his fingers down to her sex, running them along her wet slit, making Natasha groan at the sensation in reply.

"Yes," she gasped, biting her bottom lip as she tried to control her body's natural instinct to buck her hips up to his callused touch.

"Yes, Sir," he stressed as he slipped two of his fingers passed her panties and inside her tight cunt. It made Natasha groan loudly at the feeling of his rough fingers curling slightly inside her.

"Yes, Sir," Natasha moaned all the while glaring murderously – desperately – up at the boyishly smug look on her partner's face.

"Good girl," Clint whispered before leaning down and kissing her chastely. "And if you continue to be good, I'll let you get your release," he whispered, grinning as he pulled his fingers out of her and pulled away from her luscious lips, much to Natasha's disappointment.

"What does being a good girl involve, Sir?" Natasha whispered, watching her lover carefully. She watched as he carefully checked to see if all of her restraints were comfortable before he climbed on top of her, straddling her waist carefully.

"You don't move or you don't come without my permission, that's all," he whispered before leaning down and kissing her softly as he cupped her cheeks with his hands lovingly. "The minute you feel uncomfortable you tell me, Tasha. I don't want you to be uncomfortable, Baby," he whispered against her lips.

Natasha nodded and kissed him back lovingly. "Okay," she mumbled against his lips, smiling softly at the caring side of her partner; no matter if he was more injured than her or not, he always put her needs before his. Or if his Haphephobia became a problem.

Clint slowly broke the kiss and made his way down her jaw, sucking and nipping her skin. He left several hickeys along her pulse point as he moved his lips down her body. He chuckled lightly as she moaned loudly when he took her right nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting on the erect bud, making his lover cry out in pleasure. While she was distracted, he brought his right hand to massage her left breast firmly.

"You like this, don't you?" Clint whispered teasingly against her skin as he switched his lips to her other breast, switching his hands so he could drag his right hand down to her cunt, brushing his thumb over her clit tauntingly, making Natasha moaned in approval. "You like being tied up by me so I can pleasure every single inch of your body," he whispered before blowing seductively on her now wet skin. His actions made Natasha bite her bottom lip hard, hard enough to draw blood, to stop herself from squirming at the sensation.

"Yes, Sir," Natasha moaned loudly, not noticing the smug look on the archer's face as he kissed and licked his way down to her stomach. He paused to dip his tongue inside her belly button, making Natasha squirm at the action.

Clint stopped his actions and slapped the inside of Natasha's left thigh, just this side of being pleasurably painful to the red-head. "This is your only warning Natasha: Do. Not. Move. Again," Clint warned as he put his lips back on her stomach, continuing his slow path down her body.

"Yes, Sir," Natasha whispered as Clint made his way pass where she needed him most. Instead he kissed his way down to each ankle before slowly making his way up to the apex of her thighs.

"What do you want me to do, Miss Romanova?" Clint asked in Russian as he ran his nose along her slit causing Natasha to groan loudly in ecstasy at his actions.

"I want you," Natasha started but was cut off by her own moan as Clint brought his left hand to her entrance, running it along the same path as his nose. "I need you to touch me, Sir," Natasha whispered in Russian, panting heavily as she tried to control her lust-filled senses.

"I am touching you, Natasha," Clint replied, grinning as she sighed in frustration at his teasing behaviour.

"Please Cl... Sir. I need you to touch me. Not tease me," Natasha begged, groaning in frustration as Clint only chuckled at her request. Knowing he would only continue to tease her, she decided to ask for exactly what she needed. "Master, I need you to use that talented tongue of yours on my cunt. Please, eat me out," Natasha begged, moaning loudly as her lover rolled her clit between his finger and thumb.

"Mmmm," Clint mumbled as he nuzzled her with his nose. "Okay," he eventually whispered when he heard his lover cry out his name in frustrated pleasure. He brought his hands to her hips as he slowly ran his tongue along her slit before stopping at her clit.

"God. Yes," Natasha moaned loudly as Clint wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking hungrily on the bundle of nerves. Her pitch got higher and higher as Clint slowly slid two of his fingers inside her, curling and moving them in time with lapping his tongue on her clit.

Suddenly, Natasha bucked her hips as Clint added another digit inside her, hitting her G-spot in the process.

Clint pulled out of her and got off the bed. "I told you not to move, Natasha. You do realise that I have to punish you now," Clint stated as he walked up to the nightstand where the paper bag was placed. And what he took out of the bag surprised Natasha. She didn't think he would've brought it with him.

"Clint... You seriously did not bring a vibrator with you?!" the red-head whispered hoarsely, watching her partner carefully as he slowly climbed back onto the bed and on top of her.

"Mmhmm," Clint mumbled as he straddled her thighs and turned on the vibrator, dragging it over her breasts teasingly. His actions made Natasha moan loudly in reply. "How many times do you have to be told? Do. Not. Tease. Me," the archer stated as he placed the instrument on his lover's clit, making the red-head squirm and cry out at the sensitivity that the vibrator created on her engorged flesh.

"Oh God. Clinton," Natasha moaned. She threw her head back as Clint moved so his face was level with her cunt. Clint raised his hand to her entrance and slowly pushed three of his fingers back inside her while he turned the vibrator to maximum.

"I told you not to move and not to come until I told you. So not I'm going to punish you for being such a naughty girl," he whispered as he added another finger inside her and added his tongue to her clit. He grinned as she moaned in frustration and ecstasy, her body unable to choose the better of the two yet.

"Okay, Master," Natasha mumbled, making Clint raise his eyes to look at her. "Punish me in whatever way you deem necessary," she whispered, making Clint grin smugly as she submitted to him completely.

"Don't worry, Miss Romanova," Clint whispered in between lapping at her clit. "That's exactly what I plan on doing."


"Please. Clint. Master. I'm sorry," Natasha moaned, unable to take her lover's teasing any longer. "I'm sorry I disobeyed your orders. I'm so sorry. I won't do it again. I need to come for you," the red-head pleaded as Clint curled his fingers inside her for the umpteenth time with the last few hours. She had lost count of the time.

"Okay then, Natasha," Clint whispered against her lower lips, making Natasha squirm at his warm breath and the vibrations of the instrument he was pushing against her entrance. "Come for me," he ordered huskily against her cunt. It was all that was needed to send the red-head into oblivion of pleasure.

"Clint!" Natasha screamed in ecstasy loudly. She vaguely wondered if anyone within a ten mile radius could hear her screams as she was finally allowed to have her climax.

The red-head slowly came down from her high, not sure if she had blacked out from her orgasm. She noticed her partner, hovering above her, wearing his boyishly smug smirk, the one he only wore when he knew he had done something to make Natasha happy.

"Hi, Sexy," the archer greeted before he leant down and kissed her slowly but hungrily.

Natasha shifted her legs slightly and realised that her ankles were now free. She raised an eyebrow at Clint when he pulled away from their kiss; how had she not realised that her partner had released her legs?

Clint chuckled and kissed her again before mumbling into her mouth, "You passed out in pleasure from your release." He grinned smugly as she mumbled an 'Oh?' in response, too busy with the fact that their tongues battled for dominance. "Mmhmm. I felt that it wouldn't be comfortable for you if I fucked you into the mattress with your legs still tied up," he added smugly, making Natasha smirk in reply.

"You think you can fuck me into the mattress? Master, do you have that much stamina?" Natasha whispered tauntingly, knowing exactly how effective her teasing him could be when they were alone in the bedroom.

Clint smirked at her as he positioned himself at her entrance. "Oh, I don't think that, Miss Romanova," Clint started as he pushed himself inside her, making them both groan in pleasure as he bottomed out inside her. "I know that I can fuck you into this bed... and any bed, for that matter. And fuck your brains out at the same time," Clint finished smugly, placing his left hand beside her head while he used his right to place her left leg over his shoulder, sending him deeper inside her.

"Really?" Natasha whispered seductively as she arched her back for him. "I'll hold you up to that, Barton," she teased, earning a smirk from her lover.

"You won't need to, Romanoff," he shot back as he pulled back slowly until only the tip of his cock was inside her before slamming his hips back inside her, making Natasha cry out in pleasure at his actions, her back arching high off the bed.

Clint quickly built a steady, strong, deep rhythm, pounding into Natasha. His actions made the red-head moan her pleasured approval at his actions. Natasha moved her right leg so she could wrap it around her partner's waist.

"Fuck. Clint. Right there," Natasha moaned as she threw her head back, feeling the familiar pooling in the bottom of her stomach again.

"Right there?" he whispered as he brought his right hand between them. He brushed his thumb over her clit, making the red-head gasped her approval at his movements.

"Yes," Natasha gasped as Clint brought her right leg to his free shoulder. "Please. Clint. I want. I need to come with you," she moaned as she felt him lose his rhythm slightly at her request.

"Oh? How much do you need to come with me?" Clint whispered as he continued to drive his lover further into the mattress. "How badly do you need to climax with me inside you?"

Natasha gasped loudly and arched her body to his as he pounded inside her. "Please. Clint. Please. Come. With. Me," Natasha begged.

Clint could only nod before kissing her hungrily as he finally sent her over the edge. Her quivering walls pulling him into his own orgasm.

They cried out in mutual pleasure, Clint thrusting twice more inside her before stilling his moments. "Fuck," Natasha whispered as Clint collapsed on top of her, both of them panting heavily as they came down from their highs. "You were right, Clint. You are very capable of fucking my brains out," she whispered as she turned her head to kiss his temple lovingly.

"Glad you agree," Clint mumbled against her shoulder before kissing his way back up her shoulder. When he reached her lips, he kissed her softly. "Did you enjoy it?" he whispered against her lips, grinning as she hummed contently in reply. "Good," he started, grinning as her breath hitch as she realised what he was going to do. "Because I'm not done punishing you yet," he whispered as he pulled back out so the tip of his still-hard length was still inside her. "And we have fourteen more hours to kill."

"Bring it on, Barton," Natasha shot back before gasping in pleasure as the archer slammed back inside her…


"Let's go watch the movie, Clint," Natasha mumbled against his chest. She squealed when Clint suddenly lifted her bridal style and carried her over to the couch. "Clint!" she protested as he settled down on the couch, with her in his lap, using his foot to pull the coffee table closer where two wine glasses, a bottle of Chardonnay and popcorn waited.

"Shush," Clint replied, smiling cheekily at his wife when she raised a questioning eyebrow at him. He simply grabbed the bottle of Chardonnay and popped the cork. "Milady, would you like a glass of our finest Chardonnay?" he asked, putting on a fake French accent.

Natasha shook her head playfully at her husband and took the two glasses off the table. "Why yes, Monsieur Barton," she replied, smirking at Clint.

Clint grinned and poured them their glasses of wine. Natasha handed him his glass after he set the bottle back down before she stood up and put the DVD in the player. She returned to the couch, raising an eyebrow when Clint insisted on her sitting in his lap. "I want to hold you. You were gone for too long," he explained with a simple shrug.

Natasha smiled softly at him and climbed into his lap, nestling her face into his chest. "That's all you had to say, Clint," she informed him, smiling as he wrapped his free arm around her waist, his hand resting on her stomach.

Clint pressed his lips to her temple, inhaling her scent as they watched the opening credits start for Casino Royale…


Natasha smiled at Clint as he carried her into the bedroom. They had both enjoyed the movie and Clint insisted on carrying her to bed to thank her for bringing the DVD home from London. They'd turned off the DVD player before Clint picked Natasha up and carried her down the hallway.

As he set her down on their bed, Natasha wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down on top of her. She caught his lips with hers, smiling as he groaned playfully against her lips. He planted his elbows either side of her body, kissing her back hungrily.

Natasha brought one hand to Clint's scalp, her nails digging in as he buried his hand in her long red locks, keeping her mouth latched to his. She brought her free hand down to the hem of his T-shirt, pulling it upwards, wordlessly telling him that she wanted him naked. As soon as was possible.

Clint reluctantly pulled away from Natasha's perfect lips to strip himself of his T-shirt. He grinned as his wife sat up and pulled her pullover and camisole over her own head – she hated the cold – and stripped her bra as well. She pulled him back down on top of her, grinning as he moved to straddle her on their bed.

Clint grabbed the waistband of Natasha's skinny jeans, easily pulling them down as he caught her lips hungrily. She raised her hips to help him rid her of her jeans, kicking them off when they reached her feet. He rid himself of his own quickly, along with his boxers, and ripping Natasha's thong off of her.

Natasha couldn't help but groan at Clint's actions. She was so making him but her new La Perla every time he tore her underwear. Before she could say anything, Clint moved to the edge of the bed, quickly pulling her close and pushing her thighs over his shoulders. He buried his face in between her legs, running his tongue along her slit. He wrapped his right arm over her left thigh while using his left hand to push two fingers inside her, teasing her.

Natasha moaned her husband's name as he curled his fingers inside her, moving them in a teasing pace. She used one hand to grip at their bed sheets while her other hand dragged through his locks. She bit her bottom lip to prevent herself from crying out too loudly, afraid of waking her sons despite knowing their room was soundproofed.

Clint sucked hard on her clit as he pushed a third finger inside her. He grinned as he moved his fingers quicker inside her, planning on making her come more times than she had the previous night. He wanted her begging him to stop even though all she wanted was for him to keep going. He'd done it to her so many times before and tonight would be no different. Natasha wouldn't be able to walk or think straight when he was finished tonight.

Natasha pulled a pillow over her face and screamed as she came hard, Clint's ministrations sending her over the edge quickly. He continued to lap at her as she came down, making her hips buck because of her oversensitive sex. She could already tell that he wanted to push her into another orgasm before they began the main act. And she couldn't help but want it too.

Clint curled his fingers against Natasha's G-spot, grinning when she moaned loudly. Even with the pillow over her mouth, he could still hear her muffled screams of delight. He slowly removed his fingers from her, mush to her disappointment, before delving his tongue deep inside her, making her squeal in pleasured delight. She tightened her thighs around his head, her muscles quivering with pleasure as he made love to her with his mouth. They both knew she wasn't going to last long now. Clint pinched her clit between his thumb and index finger, tugging gently, moaning as he felt her walls clench around his tongue; she was close now.

Natasha's nails ripped through the fabric of the pillowcase as Clint fucked her with his tongue, the addition of the pinch to her clit and his moans sending her into her second orgasm. She screamed his name and pulled hard on the pillowcase, her thighs squeezing hard around Clint's head.

He lapped up her juices as she came down, slowly guiding her down. He was very proud of himself as she lay limply on their bed, a sign that her mind had gone blank for a moment or two. He gently let her legs down from his shoulders, pressing soft kisses along the insides of her thighs and along her lower stomach.

When Natasha regained coherent thought, she released the pillow and pulled Clint up by the shoulders. She kissed him hungrily, her hands cupping his jaw as she kissed him. She moaned at the taste of herself on his lips, making him grin against her lips.

Suddenly, Clint found himself flat on his back with Natasha straddling him. "Relax," she whispered, leaning down and kissing him softly. She rested one hand gently over his heart while the other rested beside his head.

Slowly, she made her way down his body, kissing every scar, crease and dimple, until she reached his length. She smirked up at him as she teasingly ran her tongue along his cock, making Clint call out her name in pleasure at the sensation. She cupped and massaged his balls firmly with her right hand while taking all of his cock into her mouth. She relaxed the back of her throat to allow him to slide deeper.

Natasha smirked as she kept her green eyes locked on Clint's darkened ones as she worked his cock in her mouth. She knew that keeping eye contact with him only turned him on even more.

Clint had to clench his hands in the bed sheets and bite his bottom lip - almost drawing blood - as he tried to stop himself from bucking into her mouth and hurting her. He breathed heavily as he watched her worked her lips over his hard cock. If she didn't stop now, she'd have to wait until he could get back up before they continued to the main act.

Natasha knew Clint was close. And as much as she wanted to return the favour he had so willingly bestowed on her, she knew they would both prefer the main event much more. She smirked at her husband as she slowly pulled her mouth off his hard length, using her left hand to continue to pump him as she slowly sat up. "Sir, is there something you would like me to do?" she asked, teasingly leaning down and blowing on the head of his cock.

Clint growled and suddenly caught Natasha, pulling her close to him as he sat up. He caught her lips hungrily, burying his right hand in her long red hair. She moaned into the kiss, wrapping one arm around his neck while her other hand rested against his cheek. He wrapped his left arm around her waist, pulling her closer. "Tasha," he growled possessively into her mouth. She'd teased him enough.

"Clint," she replied, breaking the kiss and leaning her forehead against his. She nipped playfully on his bottom lip as they both caught their breath. She smiled as he nudged her nose with his. Reaching between them, she gripped him firmly and ran the head of his cock along her entrance, never letting him slip inside her.

"Tasha," he growled warningly, gripping her hips tighter. His eyes flickered over her face, trying to figure out why she was teasing him so much. Had he annoyed her somehow?

Natasha caught his lips softly as she slowly sunk down on him. They moaned in pleasure as her walls slowly adjusted to accommodate his cock. She squeezed him inside her, making him groan in pleasure, his eyes rolling back. He wrapped both arms around her waist, breaking the kiss as she brought both hands to his hair her nails dragging over the sensitive spots behind his ear.

He shuffled back so he was resting against the headboard. He planted his feet against the mattress, sending himself deeper inside her. Natasha groaned in pleasure at his movement, leaning her forehead against the crook of his neck. She kissed her way up his neck until she reached his lips. She slowly rocked her hips against his, smiling against his lips as they both moaned.

Clint opened his mouth and slid his tongue over her lips. He nipped playfully on his bottom lip before kissing her deeply. "Mine," he mumbled into her mouth. He moved his right hand back up to gently grasp the nape of her neck. His left stayed on her waist as she rocked against him. He moved his hips in time with hers, both moaning against each other's mouths.

"Yours," she agreed, dragging one hand up the back of his head to clutch at his hair as they moved. Her other hand moved to his shoulders as he thrust up into her hard. "Clint. Fuck. Yes. Please. Yes," she moaned against his lips.

Clint broke the kiss and noticed something behind Natasha. "Tasha. Stop for a second. I want to try something new," he whispered, surprising his wife.

Natasha frowned in confusion but did as Clint asked, stopping her movements. She let him lift her off of him and move so her back was facing him. "Clint, what the fuck are you pl-…" she started as she settled back into his lap. "Oh," she whispered when she realised what he was planning. "Oh," she repeated.

"I want you to watch us too," he whispered in her ear, moving her hair over one shoulder. He kissed his way up her bare neck, grinning when he heard her breath hitch as he moved her legs to the outside of his. "You okay with that?" he asked, nipping on her earlobe playfully.

Natasha nodded wordlessly, watching his reflection in the full-length mirror across from their bed. One of them had left the door open to their walk-in wardrobe, meaning the mirror was directly in front of their bed. The red-head's breathing hitched in her throat as Clint reached underneath her, gripping himself firmly and positioning himself at her entrance. She sunk down on him, moaning as she watched his length spread her folds slowly as she took him inside her. "Fuck. Clint," she moaned, gripping his right arm as he wrapped it around her waist. He brought his left hand up to her breast, teasing her by pinching her nipple and tugging gently.

Clint grinned, keeping his eyes locked on their reflection. "You look so good like this, Tasha. Spread open for me. I wanna see you come like this. Do you think you can come for me like this?" he whispered huskily into her ear just as he slid his right hand down to where their bodies met. His fingers easily found her clit, rubbing quick circles over the bundle of nerves. "Hold yourself open for me, Tasha. Grab your knees and hold yourself for me," he ordered, nipping on the spot just below her ear.

Natasha moaned and did as she was told, leaning back against Clint for support as she held herself open for him. "Fuck. Yes. Yes. Yes. Clint," she moaned as he thrust up into her. He planted his feet firmly on the mattress once more, setting a firm pace as he pinched her nipple and played her clit. His actions made her beg and moan for release. She was unable to tear her eyes away from their reflection, watching Clint thrust up into her.

Clint spread his fingers through Natasha's folds, smirking when her breathing hitched at the sight. "I want you to come for me, Natasha," he whispered huskily. "I want to watch you come for me, Tasha."

Natasha let out a muffled scream as she came hard around her husband, her walls clenching his cock hard. Her body shuddered around his length as she arched her back high off his chest. Clint continued to thrust up into her. She fell back against him, panting hard as he continued to move inside her. His fingers still played with her clit, his other hand still pinching and tugging on her nipples.

Clint groaned when Natasha brought one of her hands down to play with her clit, their fingers working together. He brought his other hand down to spread her folds open, sucking and biting on the crook of her neck. "So good, Tasha. Fuck. You're too perfect. Too good for me," he whispered against her skin.

Natasha heard what he whispered against her skin. She couldn't help but twisted her head, catching his lips with hers. "Don't. I'm yours, Clint," she whispered into his mouth between gasps and moans. "I'm yours," she repeated, interlacing their fingers as they played with her clit.

Clint groaned and thrust harder. His breathing hitched as Natasha brought her free hand up to play with her nipples. "Mine," he agreed huskily. "Come for me again, Tasha. Please come for me again," he whispered against her lips.

Natasha nodded. She was close enough as it was; her cunt was very sensitive because of how hard he was thrusting inside her and how their fingers played her with her clit, her other hand playing with her sensitive nipples. But she wanted Clint to come with her this time. "Come with me, Clint," she begged, moving her hips in time with his. "Please. Fill me up. Please. Fill me up," she begged, breaking their kiss so she could toss her head back against his shoulder.

Clint groaned her name as he finally let go, his thrusts beyond erratic now. He repeated her name as he spilled inside her, filling her up just like she wanted him to do.

Natasha screamed as she came hard around him, her walls clenching around his cock as he spilled inside her. Her body shuddered as she came for the fourth and final time that night. She collapsed back against Clint's chest, both of them panting as they recovered from their mutual orgasms…


"What. The. Fuck. Brought. That. On?" Natasha panted as she lay on top of Clint, both of their breathing laboured from their actions.

"No. Clue," he replied, slowly shifting Natasha off of him so he could turn on his side and kiss her gently. "But. It was fun, wasn't it?" he whispered, gently running his fingers over her face lovingly.

Natasha's eyes were still closed but she grinned and nodded. "Yes. Yes, it was fun," she whispered, blindly kissing him again. "Thank you, Мой ястреб," she whispered against his lips.

"You're welcome, Моя паук," he replied, pulling her close as she rested her legs between his; even during and after sex her feet were fucking freezing! "I love you, Tasha," he whispered as she broke the kiss and snuck her head beneath his chin.

Natasha smiled against his chest, her body slowly succumbing to sleep. "I love you too, Clint," she whispered drowsily, bringing her hands to rest against his chest. He wrapped his arms tighter around her waist as she slowly fell asleep in his arms.

He followed after her, his eyes slowly sliding closed, knowing his family was safe and sound. And in their home…


Natasha smiled as Artyom giggled and ate the pureed banana she had done for him. She leaned forward and kissed his nose playfully, chuckling when he babbled happily and looked for more food. "Okay, мой маленькой птицей, one more," she whispered to him, smiling whe he laughed and opened his mouth when she help up the spoon.

Erik and Lucky ran into the room. Clint followed them, an amused eyebrow raised. Natasha finished feeding Artyom his banana before signalling to her husband to watch their youngest son. "I'll get Erik," she told him Arabic, winking conspiringly. She stood up and looked at Erik as he giggled at her. She slowly made a move towards him as he backed away. "Erik," she started, watching her son smirk at her.

"No, no, Mama," Erik replied, raising a hand to shake his index finger at her. "No, no, Mama," he repeated.

Natasha shook her head and moved quickly as Erik darted to the side around the couch, trying to evade his mother.

Clint smiled as he watched Natasha chase after Erik, the red head easily catching their three-year-old son and tickling him.

"Mama!" Erik squealed as Natasha tickled him, trying to squirm his way out of his mother's arms. Natasha only smirked at her husband as she continued to tickle the three-year-old.

"Now, are you going to stop?" Natasha whispered as she wrapped her arms around Erik's waist.

"Stop what?" Erik replied in between giggles as Natasha walked them over to where Clint was lying on the couch with Artyom lying on his chest.

"Running around in your jocks after you've been told to get dressed," Natasha replied as she pressed her lips to Erik's forehead, smiling when the little boy giggled happily at her in reply.

Erik nodded but continued to giggle into his mother's neck as Natasha sat down on the couch at Clint's head. The archer moved his head so it was lying on his wife's left thigh. "Okay, Mama," the little boy whispered as he kissed Natasha's cheek lovingly.

"Thank you, Мой Малютка," Natasha whispered as she moved her left hand so it was resting on Artyom's back, smiling when Clint brought his left hand to hers, interlacing their fingers tenderly. The red-head smiled down at her husband before leaning down and pressing her lips to hers softly. "I love you, Clinton," the red-head whispered in Russian, smiling softly as she slowly pulled away from him.

"I love you too, Natasha," Clint replied, smiling up at his wife lovingly as Erik snuggled into Natasha's side, looking at the two of them thoughtfully. "What's wrong, Erik?" Clint asked, making his oldest son smile shyly at him.

"Can we watch 'Alvin and The Chipmunks' please?" Erik asked, making Clint and Natasha smile lovingly at him in reply.

"Of course, Мой Малютка," Natasha whispered as she pressed a soft kiss to the crown of his head. She smiled as Lucky hopped up onto the couch, curling up against Erik. Artyom crawled into her lap as Clint stood up to put on the movie Erik had requested, both parents grinning as their three-year-old cheered happily. This was their home…

To answer the reviews from the previous chapter:

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