Before they knew it, they had arrived at a hotel nearby, checked in, were in the room and ripping off each other's clothes. Natasha shoved Clint down on the bed, pining his arms over his head biting his neck. Straddling his hips, she pulled her blouse over her head revealing her beautifully curved body. Clint flipped Natasha, taking control. Pulling off his shirt, he then unbuttoned Natasha's pants, sliding his fingers under her lace panties.

He had always imagined what this moment would be like, but even his imagination couldn't conjure the mystery and beauty that was moving beneath his fingers.

Natasha moaned with pleasure as Clint kissed her stomach, softly tracing circles around her belly button. Her body was singing, yet there were still those nagging thoughts in her mind.

What if this is a mistake? I don't want our partnership to disintegrate because of this. I also don't want him to treat me any different, we are still equals, and we are still professionals.

For Clint, professionalism was the last thing on his mind, as he removed the last of his clothing. His body was pulsing, ready to join them together physically, and he hoped, emotionally.

As Natasha undid her brazier, her large breasts spilling forth like a gentle wave. Clint gasped, cupping her breasts in both hands, gently squeezing, running her nipples under his fingers. Taking her breasts into his mouth, he teased and tugged, making Natasha gasp.

Natasha made eye contact with Clint, and then rolled on top of him, taking the length of him into her hands. She slowly moved her hands up and down, twirling her thump around his head. She slowly leaned down, never breaking eye contact, and took him into her mouth.

His sharp intake of breath was all the assurance she needed.

As she moved her mouth up and down, faster and faster, his breathing grew more ragged, and she could feel his hips flexing, pushing himself further and further into her mouth.

"I can't take this anymore," Clint, gasped, "I need you now."

Natasha stood up, removing her underwear, and mounted Clint, sliding him into her, as she rode him, while he thrust himself into her, again and again.

Natasha could feel herself throbbing, the blood rushing and pulsating as Clint drove himself in Natasha over and over again.

Barton could feel the tension building, and could feel Natasha's body trembling, he quickly flipped her over, needing to completely dominate her, and take control. Natasha moaned as the new position increased the intensity of sensation, and grabbed Clint's face as his body move over her.

"Oh my God!" Natasha whispered, feeling close to climax.

"Yes, baby. I have wanted you for so long." Barton groaned, "And. Now. You. Are. Mine." He grunted, timing his words with the pace of his thrusts.

Natasha and Barton both climaxed in succession, each other's peals of ecstasy sending the other off the edge. Their bodies writhed and tangled as the sensation continued, and Barton collapsed into Natasha as his strength gave out, panting and glistening with perspiration.

Natasha stroked the back of Clint's head, as their heart rates slowed down, relishing in the sweet aftershocks of their intimacy. She felt like she was floating on air, and she didn't want to come down.

Natasha awoke with a start the next morning, automatically tensing; she felt something tighten around her. Looking down, she breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that it was only Barton.

Then all of the memories from last night came rushing back to her.

Oh no, Natasha's thought, mind whirling. What have I done?

Slowly and carefully untangling herself from Clint's hold, she tiptoed across the hotel room to the bathroom. Carefully closing and locking the bathroom door, Natasha finally let out the breath that she had been holding in, for what seemed like years.

Leaning over the sink, her actions and the irrevocable change that would result were sinking in. Part of Natasha fantasized that nothing would be different between her and Clint.

We are both adults, she thought, and have both had our share of one-night stands. We can handle this. Just act like nothing happened; nothing has changed.

Although Natasha was hopeful that their partnership had not been affected by everything that had happened, like said before, Natasha was a realist. She didn't believe in the fairy tales, and whether or not she wanted to admit it, things had changed.