Chapter Two: Everything Is Permitted
Over the years as an Assassin, Clint had accumulated a vast wealth. He was easily able to fund his operations as an Assassin. And spoil his wife when they could get time alone together.
As the hotel door shut behind them, Clint caught Natasha and lifted her, pinning her to the door. She tried to being her hands to his hair but he caught her wrists, pinning them above her head. She moaned into their kiss. She wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him close to her.
Clint broke the kiss, trailing his lips down the side of her neck. He pushed his hips against hers, letting his now free hand move to pull off her leather jacket. He tossed it to the ground behind him, smiling against her skin when he recognised the necklace Natasha was wearing; her wedding necklace.
Natasha felt his smile. "I can't wear my rings so this is as close as I can," she whispered, arching into his touch as he palmed her breasts through her clothes.
"I still have my tattoo and ring," he informed her. "Wearing your necklace is more than enough for me, Tasha."
She freed one of her hands, bringing it to the nape of his neck. "Once the mission is complete, I'm wearing my rings. And we can go off grid. Go to the Caribbean, or Spain. Even Alaska if you want," she offered, making him look up at her. "I love you," she whispered, kissing him softly. "I love you, Clint."
"I love you too, Tasha," he whispered. He pulled her away from the door and carried her into the bedroom of the hotel room. Her offer had changed his desire to have a fast, desperate reunion; he wanted to draw this out show her how much he had missed her. He laid her gently on the bed, pulling away to strip himself of his hoodie and T-shirt before climbing onto the bed as Natasha pulled her T-shirt and camisole off.
As her tops hit the floor, Natasha pulled Clint down on top of her, her hands cupping his face while he braced both arms either side of her head. She could taste the love and desperation from her husband's kiss. The months he had worried about her put at ease with her in his arms. She slowly brought one of her arms behind her back, quickly undoing her bra with a flick of her wrist. She pulled off the lace material quickly, wanting to feel his skin on hers as soon as was possible.
Clint broke the kiss and made his way down her body, stopping at her chest. He kissed along her right breast until his lips found her nipple. He sucked hard on the puckered skin, making Natasha arch up into his mouth, moaning his name.
One of her hands kept a hold on his neck while the other dug into the skin of his back. He slipped one hand down, undoing her jeans and tugging them down as she raised her hips to help him. He switched his mouth to her other nipple, grinning when she bucked her hips and moaned in reply.
Clint tossed her jeans behind him, off the bed, pulling away from her breasts and kissed his way further down her body, nipping playfully on her skin. Natasha's hands found his hair as he placed kisses on the insides of her thighs, his hands coming up to grasp either side of her panties. He looked up at her as he slowly pulled the fabric down her lean legs. He tossed them to join her jeans before he spread her legs and flattened his body against the bed. He hooked one leg over his shoulder and used his other hand to stroke her sex as teasingly as he could.
Natasha let herself sink into the mattress as Clint continued to slowly tease her, letting her husband do as he pleased. She arched off the bed when he suddenly planted his mouth on her, using his hand to spread her sex for his tongue to explore. He used his other hand to pin her hips to the mattress, not allowing her to escape the onslaught of his oral attack. She gasped and moaned, pleading with him to show her mercy and let her come. But he had other ideas.
Clint used his tongue to swipe broad strokes over her sex, grinning when she bucked her hips in reply. He pushed two fingers inside her and wrapped his lips around her clit, earning a loud moan of approval from his wife.
Natasha reached up and grabbed the pillows as Clint went down on her. He kept her pinned to the mattress as he crooked his fingers in a come-hither motion, making Natasha scream as she came hard around his fingers. He sucked on her clit and grinned when she bucked her hips up, her body sensitive from her orgasm.
Eventually, Natasha pushed at his head, the pleasure too much. Clint gave her one more broad swipe of his tongue before kissing his way back up her body. She moaned into his mouth as she tasted herself. She cupped the back of his head, deepening the kiss while her other hand tugged at the belt on Clint's jeans.
Clint reached down and helped her rid of his jeans and boxers. Natasha smirked into the kiss when he growled as she wrapped her hand around his cock. He broke the kiss and buried his face in the crook of her neck, breathing heavily as she stroked him slowly.
"Tasha," he groaned, lifting his head to look her in the eye. "Please, let me make love to you," he begged, his breath hitching in his throat when she tightened her hand around his cock.
Natasha kissed him as she positioned him at her entrance. "Please," she whispered into his mouth, smiling as he deepened the kiss. "Please, make love to me."
Clint slowly slid inside her, both moaning as his length stretched her. Natasha broke the kiss and gasped as he paused, waiting for her to adjust to him. Clint peppered kisses over her face, bringing one hand to interlace his fingers with hers. "I missed you," he whispered as he pressed his lips to hers.
"I missed you too," she whispered, bringing her free hand to cup his jaw. "I missed being with you, with and without the sex," she added, earning a smug grin from her husband, "And you can move now," she offered, kissing him as she busked her hips against his.
Clint groaned and begun to pull out until only the head of his cock was inside her. Then he pushed back in, tightening his hold on her hand. He brought his other hand down and lifted her leg up to her chest.
Natasha wrapped her other leg around his waist, her lips moving under his as he drove his hips into hers. Her hand moved from where she had it placed on his face to his shoulder, her nails digging as he fucked her into the mattress.
"Clint. Clint," she gasped as she moved her hips in time with his. "Please. Clint, please."
He moved to his knees, thrusting harder with the change of angle, making Natasha cry out in pleasure at the change. She threw her head back, her walls clenching around his cock rhythmically. He released his hold on her hand and brought his now free hand to grasp her ass firmly.
Her free hand came down to his other shoulder, digging into his skin as he bent his back so he could take one of her nipples into his mouth.
"Clint," she sobbed out, feeling herself grow closer and closer to falling over the edge. "Clint."
He simply sucked on her nipple harder, lifting his eyes to watch her as she came apart in his arms, her walls clenching his cock hard as she reached her climax. He thrust into her a few more times before letting her clenching walls pull him into his own orgasm. He buried himself deep inside her as he found his release.
Natasha wrapped her arms around him as he collapsed on top of her, smiling into his hair as he buried his face in his neck. Clint released her leg from his chest, smiling when she tangled her legs with his. He wrapped his arms under her back, rolling them over so he was no longer crushing her. He pressed his lips to her temple, smiling as she hummed contently in his arms. "I love you, Tasha," he whispered against her skin.
"I love you too, Clint," she whispered against the skin of his neck where she had placed her head. "I have two days of reprieve before I'm needed to go to Abstergo Entertainment," she informed him.
"Well, we can arrange a flight for you," he started, smirking as Natasha lifted her head to look at him. "But I want to pretend that Montreal doesn't exist in this New York hotel for the next two days," he added with a smile.
Natasha grinned and leaned up to kiss him. "Convince me, Hawkeye," she purred against his lips.
"Gladly," he responded, rolling them again…
Istanbul, Turkey, 2004…
"The crossroads of the world. Many generations of men have ruled this city, but they have never subdued her. She always bounces back." – Yusuf Tazim regarding Constantinople in 1511.
Natalia quietly made her way through the streets of Istanbul, keeping her eyes open for any possible threat, her handler had informed her that morning that there was an Assassin was in the city, tracking her.
She dived down an alleyway, away from the main street. She checked her hidden blades under the cover of the dark alley before taking out her twin guns. Suddenly, an arrow whizzed past her ear. She dived behind a bin, cursing herself. She heard her assailant notch another arrow, otherwise quiet.
Natalia grabbed a stone and tossed it further down the alleyway. Her assailant fired a shot. Judging the angle, Natalia stood up and shot upwards. A dark figure ducked down so Natalia took her chance and ran down the alleyway into the dark of the night. Her assailant had the high ground; she knew which of her battles to pick…
Clint groaned as he hit the cement roof. He mentally checked himself for injuries as he heard his target run down the alleyway. He slowly pulled himself off the ground and notched another arrow, aiming towards the far end of the alleyway. But his target was already gone.
"Fuck it!" he cursed, un-notching his arrow and knocking down his retractable compound bow. He took a deep breath to focus himself, letting himself step back from focusing solely on the mission. He went through the file the Assassins had managed to compose about his target:
'Name: Natalia Alianova Romanova.
Born: 22 November 1984, Volgograd, Soviet Union.
Affiliation(s): Templars (1995-Present).
Weapon(s): Dual Hidden Blades
Poison
Knives (Throwing + Combat)
Glocks (Dual-Wield).
Extra Notes Natalia Romanova was born to Assassin parents, Dmitry Romanov and Sofia Romanova. The Romanovs were murdered in a house fire in 1995 with Natalia being the only survivor out of the family of four. Natalia was immediately adopted by Russian Templar Grand Master, Ivan Petrovitch. Since 1995, Natalia has been raised in the Templar Order.'
Clint paused, frowning in thought. His target had been eleven-years-old when she lost her parents and brother. She was now two months shy of turning twenty. For almost nine years, Natalia had, most likely, been informed that her family had been murdered by the Assassins. He groaned, rubbing his eyes with his palms: why did he always end up feeling sympathic for some of his targets?
"Let's go find ourselves a spider," he muttered to himself, sinking into the shadows as he climbed down from the roof…
Natalia arrived at her hotel room and immediately went to the bathroom. She caught sight of the cut on her shoulder where her neck met her shoulder. It wasn't deep enough to cause any medical problems but it would be annoying until it healed properly. She grabbed the first aid kit she had stashed under the bathroom sink. She quickly cleaned the cut before making her way back into the room.
Checking the time, she realised that she had an hour before she had to be downstairs to meet a Templar ally of the Turkish government. She went over to her closet and pulled out her black evening dress…
Clint finished buttoning his suit jacket, looking up to check himself in the mirror. He was able to hide his Hidden Blades under his suit, something he was grateful for since he could not bring his gun, knife or bow. Thankful he had forgone a tie, he grabbed his wallet and hotel key, he made his way out of his room. He was aware his target was meeting with a Templar-allied Government official for Turkey. He had orders to terminate the official and new orders to simply interact with Natalia: he had convinced his superiors to re-think their orders to kill the red-head.
Entering the large dining-room of the hotel, Clint made his way over to the bar, checking his surroundings for either of his targets. He found the government official at the bar, sitting alone. He sat down beside him and ordered a drink, paying attention to the nervous man beside him. The official was muttering in Arabic, mostly about how he would be killed of the 'Brotherhood' ever found about his true job. He had his head in his hands.
Clint took a drink before subtly taking a wile of poison out of his jacket pocket. As the bartender walked by with a new drink for the official, Clint slipped the poison into the drink subtly, stashing the vile back in his pocket. As the official downed his drink in one go, Clint said to him, "Barış Nazar Yassin içinde kalan." ("Rest in peace, Nazar Yassin.")
Nazar Yassin looked up, petrified as his eyes landed on the Assassin. "No..." he whispered, looking at his glass before standing up and walking towards the bathroom, stumbling.
Clint ordered another drink as the official disappeared from his view. It was only a matter of time before he collapsed due to natural causes. He sat there for about twenty minutes before he found Natalia sinking into the chair beside him, rubbing the bridge of her nose. Clint spared her a look before downing the rest of his drink. He signalled for the bartender. "I'll have another. And whatever the lady wants," he informed him, making Natalia look up in surprise and suspicion. She narrowed her eyes at Clint, judging him to see what he wanted from her. "You look stressed," Clint explained honestly.
Natalia slowly turned to the bartender and made her order before turning back to Clint. "Any other reason to buy a drink for a lady you don't even know?" she asked, watching him carefully.
Clint turned so he was facing her. "You're dressed in a lovely evening dress, you appear stressed out, there is a cut on your neck… So you either got into a fight with your boyfriend, probably because he's jealous, and he got a bit too violent, so you came down without him. Or someone tried to mug you before you arrived here and you've been stood up," he stated with a shrug. "Well, they're the first two scenarios that I can think of among others," he added.
Natalia let out a breath of a laugh. "The latter," she offered, taking her drink as the bartender served them. "A work friend was supposed to meet with me to discuss new ideas for the company. But he seems to have deserted me," she told him.
Clint raised an eyebrow. "He left you on your own?" he asked, disbelief colouring his voice. "Is he mad?!"
Natalia snorted. "Yes. He is mad. But he's good for the company so I say nothing," she replied.
Clint shook his head. "If he worked for me, I'd fire him for leaving a female co-worker on her own," he stated seriously.
Natalia raised an eyebrow at him. "Think I can't take care of myself, Mister…?"
"Clint Barton," he offered. "And no, I think you can take care of yourself. But it's common courtesy to make sure that a woman is in a group or with a male friend to warn off most attackers."
Natalia smirked. "Well, Mr. Barton, I may not be left so lonely after all," she informed him with a smug smirk.
"Well, Miss…" he started, cocking his head to the side.
"Natasha Romanoff," she informed him.
"Well, Miss Romanoff, I will enjoy your company for as long as you're willing to give me," he replied with a smile…
Natasha gasped softly as she let Clint push her up against the door of his hotel room. Their lips met hungrily as the red-head wrapped her small but dangerous arms around his strong neck, pulling his body firmly against hers. Clint groaned as he took his key card out of his pocket, fumbling to open the door as Natasha continued to distract him with her perfectly shaped body.
"If you want us to stop, Natasha, you need to tell me now," he whispered against her luscious red lips, pulling away slightly so they could catch their breaths. He finally managed to slip the key into the lock, turning it and letting them inside. Natasha pulled him against her again as the door shut behind them, kissing him deeply before breaking it.
"I want this. If there's something I don't like, I'll tell you," Natasha whispered in reply before capturing his lips with hers, attacking his lips hungrily. Clint returned the kiss just as hungrily and slowly brought his hands to the splits in Natasha's evening dress. He grabbed her thighs, lifting her up and letting her wrap her perfect legs around his waist. He carried her towards the bed, both of the forgetting about everything outside of that hotel room. The outside world didn't need to know about them sleeping with enemy…
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