So…. I've decided to do two bonus chapters for Hello From The Outside as a result of the reviews :) Thank you all for the support. I hope this was worth the addition :)
Also, spoiler alert: Santa is not real! I'm sorry. I really am. But Santa does not exist. I know that you are all expecting presents from Santa on Christmas Day, but if you are reading this then you should be of the age that has known that Santa is not real for the past ten years.
Bonus Chapter One: Miracles Happen On Christmas Day
Natasha and Clint awoke Christmas Day to their son running into their bedroom and jumping on their bed, the three-year-old excited that Santa had come the previous night.
Natasha grinned into the crook of Clint's neck as she heard Erik giggle as he entered his parents' bedroom. The red-head smirked as she felt the bed dip slightly before the little boy jumped on his parents. She was more than thankful that she was wearing one of her lover's shirts while Clint had had sense to put on a pair of boxers the night before after they had made love. Again.
"Mama! Daddy! Chwistmas!" the little boy shouted. He laughed as he jumped up and down on his parents' bed in an attempt to get them out of bed.
"Erik, it's only half seven," Clint complained, wrapping his arms tighter around Natasha's waist as he read the bedside alarm clock.
"But Santa was here," Erik replied as he stopped jumping, allowing his parents to pull him down into a hug.
Natasha smiled as she leaned down and stole a kiss from her little boy. "Happy birthday, my Little Hawk," she greeted, smiling as he grinned up at her. She climbed out of the bed and pecked her lover's lips before making her way out to the bathroom.
"Hi Mama," Erik replied as he moved so he was sitting on Clint's chest, earning a groan from his father. "Come on, Daddy. Up. Up. Pwesents," the little boy added as he got off his father and headed for the door.
Clint groaned slightly and rolled over so he was facing the door; how did he get so lucky to have his first love and their little boy on Christmas Day?
Suddenly, Erik re-entered the bedroom. "Daddy, get the fuck out of bed... It's Chwistmas!" he ordered childishly – and innocently – earning a raised eyebrow from a suddenly awake Clint just as Natasha entered the bedroom again.
"Erik, who taught you how to say that?" Natasha asked as she walked over to the bed with her son in tow, moving to sit beside her lover who was now sitting up in the bed. She kept calm, deciding that it was best to find out who had taught her son how to curse before she reacted.
"Uncle Tony," Erik replied as he climbed into his mother's lap, wrapping his small arms around her neck.
"Okay, you're not allowed to use that word okay? If something you don't like happens, use the words 'sugar' or 'uh oh' instead. Is that clear?" Clint stated as he moved so Natasha could lean against him, wrapping an arm around his girlfriend's waist.
"Okay, Daddy," Erik replied easily. Natasha and Clint smiled at their little boy. "Can we go open pwesents now?" he asked, looking up at his parents shyly.
Natasha smirked at Clint before replying, "Yes, my Little Hawk. We can go open your presents."
"Yay!" Erik cheered, climbing off his mother and racing out of the room.
Natasha turned to her lover, smirking at him as he smiled at her. "Now you see how he is your mini-me," she informed him, pecking his lips softly before getting up to pull on a pair of boxers and sweatpants she had stolen from Clint years ago.
Clint watched Natasha with loving and appreciating eyes before getting up. He pulled on a pair of sweat pants and a red tank top. He smirked at her when she looked at him with an amused raised eyebrow.
"Seriously, Clint? It's snowing outside. How you are never cold?" Natasha asked, looking at her boyfriend with an amused raised eyebrow.
"Well, I am your personal heater," Clint replied with a knowing smirk, making Natasha chuckle at him.
She shook her head playfully before squealing when suddenly Clint caught her and lifted her princess-style. "Clint!"
"Happy Christmas, Tasha," he replied, pecking her lips before carrying her out into the living-room where Erik was standing in the middle of the room, staring at all the presents with wide eyes. "What's wrong, Erik?" he asked as he finally let Natasha back down on her own feet.
Erik pointed at the presents, looking up at his parents. "Lot of pwesents," he stated, awe obvious in his eyes.
Natasha and Clint chuckled at the look in their little boy's eyes. Natasha walked over to her son, crouching down beside him. "Santa brought you Christmas presents. And so did Uncle Tony, Auntie Pepper, Uncle Steve, Auntie Sharon, Daddy and I," she informed her son, watching his eyes grow wider and with more excitement. "And everyone but Santa got you birthday presents too," she added; she was paid a very good salary as the assistant to the CEO of the biggest company in the world and Clint was paid just as much of a reasonable amount as Tony Stark's new Head of Security. It meant that they were able to afford the presents their son had been looking for as well as gifts for each other and their close friends.
Clint walked over to his family, smiling at his son's reaction. The boy was smart for his age, despite literally only turning three that day. He watched as Erik turned around, his small hands on top of Natasha's as she stayed crouched beside him, her hands on Erik's waist.
Erik looked at Natasha and Clint. "Santa bwing you pwesents too?" he asked, watching his parents carefully.
Clint chuckled. "No, Buddy. We're too old for Santa to bring us presents. Only kids get presents off Santa," he informed his son, making Natasha snicker at his words; Santa had made sure that she got her present the night beforehand. "But Mama and I got presents for each other. And so did our friends. And that's enough for us."
"Would you like to open your presents, Erik?" Natasha asked, taking her son's hand and leading him over to the pile of presents. Clint grabbed the camcorder off the kitchen counter where it had been charging over the night. He turned it on and began recording Natasha and Erik as his girlfriend sat down with their son, crossing her legs Indian style with Erik in her lap. "Which ones do you want to open first?" the red-head asked her son as she watched the three-year-old look around them.
"Santa pwesents," Erik said, smiling up at his mother.
Natasha smiled and lifted Erik up off her lap. "Okay so. You bring them over to me so I can help you," she suggested, smiling at Clint before hiding her face when she realised he was recording her too. "Clint?" she started, continuing to hide her face until Erik came back over to her with two of his three Santa presents. "Which one first, my Little Hawk?" she asked as Erik sat back down in her lap.
Erik gestured the bigger present to his mother, smiling when she nodded her head in agreement. She read the label out to the three-year-old, written in fancy writing done by Natasha – not that Erik would know that.
Clint smiled as he recorded mother and son opening Erik's first present. He grinned when Erik's eyes widened in surprise: it was a Lego Duplo box. Erik turned to Natasha then turned to Clint. "Mama! Daddy! Look!" he exclaimed, smiling at his parents happily.
Natasha smiled and kissed the top of her son's head. Then she looked up at Clint, raising her hand out to her lover. "Come on, Daddy," she requested of her lover, smiling at him softly.
Clint grinned and walked over to Natasha and Erik, taking Natasha's hand in his and interlacing their fingers lovingly. He set the camcorder down on the floor and brought Natasha's hand up to his mouth, kissing her knuckles lovingly.
Natasha leaned her head on his shoulder, smiling when Erik held out his second present for Clint to help him with. She watched her lover as he grinned and started the tear in the wrapping before handing the present back to their little boy. Erik squealed in delight as he tore the paper off the toy, this time the Plush Leo from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. He smiled up at his parents, hugging the toy to his small body. Then he suddenly stood up. "I get Tobias," he informed his parents, running to his room so he could get his companion.
Clint turned to his lover, pressing his lips to the crown of her head and whispered, "Santa did give you a good present last night, right?"
Natasha smirked and looked up at Clint. "Yes, he did. I don't think he's ever done anything like that before," she replied, pecking his lips lovingly before Erik came back into the room, clutching Tobias and Leo to his chest. Natasha grinned at the sight, letting Clint pull her closer as their little boy pattered his way back over to them, dressed in his blue TMNT pyjamas.
Clint grinned and pulled Natasha closer as Erik safely placed Tobias and Leo in his lap before dragging more presents over to them; they were going to be a while…
Natasha smiled as she walked into the living-room, finding her boyfriend lying on the couch with their son sleeping on his chest. She slowly made her way over to the couch, gently running her hand through her lover's hair. Clint looked up and smiled, raising his free hand up to clasp hers, bringing it to his lips to kiss her knuckles softly.
Lifting his head so she could slide into the couch, he settled his head into her lap, smiling when she rested one hand on Erik's back with Clint's hand, the other continuing to stroke his hair softly.
"Tash?" Clint started, after moments of silence between the couple as they watched Home Alone.
"Da, Clint?" Natasha replied, smirking when she heard her lover's breathing hitch at the use of her native dialect and language; he'd missed that about her too.
"What if we had more kids?" he asked, making Natasha pause her actions of stroking her fingers through his hair.
Natasha swallowed. "Do… Do you want more kids?" she asked, avoiding looking at Clint.
Clint reached up and guided her face to look at him. "Not right now, no. But… somewhere in the future, I wouldn't mind giving Erik a little brother or younger sister. I just want to know what you think," he informed her.
Natasha bit her lip before slowly nodding. "I wouldn't mind having another one or two. But that's it," she replied, leaning down and kissing him softly. "And I want you with me this time too."
"No running away?" Clint asked, sounding slightly harsher than he wanted.
Natasha managed to school her flinch and responded, "No. No running away. I've ran away from enough things in my life," she whispered, returning her gaze to the TV while removing her hand from Clint's hair.
Clint sighed and looked down at his son, Erik still sound asleep on his father's chest. "I'll put Erik to bed," he informed his lover, sitting up without jostling his son too much.
Natasha nodded, leaning forward to kiss Erik's head before Clint left the room. She shut her eyes and let a tear escape; did Clint really expect her to run again? She let out a sob and brought her knees up, burying her face in her arms…
Clint came back out of Erik's room to find Natasha crying on the couch. "No," he whispered, quickly making his way over to his lover. He picked her up and sat down in her place. "Tasha. No, no. Please don't cry. I know you're not going to run away. Shit, Tasha." He pressed his lips to her temple, closing his eyes. "I'm sorry, Tasha. I'm so sorry."
Natasha moved into Clint's touch, clutching at him as sobs wracked through her body. "I didn't want to leave you, Clint. I never wanted to leave you," she repeated over and over again.
Clint nodded. "I know. I know. I'm not going anywhere either, Tasha," he whispered, slowly rocking her like he used to do during her nightmares when they were younger, before they even started dating. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," he repeated, stroking her hair gently.
Natasha buried her face in her lover's chest. Her sobbing had become small hiccups. She rested her hands on the sides of Clint's neck, breathing in his scent as he continued to hold her close. He nuzzled her neck, inhaling her smell as well. Neither of them knew how long they stayed there, holding each other tightly.
Slowly, Clint pulled away from Natasha, cupping her face in his large hands. "I know you're not leaving, Tasha," he whispered, pecking her lips softly. "I know that you're not leaving again."
Natasha nodded and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself closer to him. "Sorry," she mumbled. She moved so she was straddling him, her knees either side of his hips.
Clint shook his head. "Don't apologise, Tasha," he whispered, pecking her lips softly. "I didn't mean that you wanted to leave earlier. I was only trying to make light of it," he whispered, bringing his hands up to cup her face, his thumbs brushing the tear tracks. "I'm so sorry, Mоя паук."
Natasha took a deep breath and nodded. "I... Do I ever give you the impression that I'm going to leave again?" she asked, needing him to say the words that either confirmed or denied her fears.
"No, Tasha. You sometimes give me the impression you're going to shut me out or something but never that you're going to leave again. You always try to fight your problems, on your own. But I'm here, Tasha. I'm here for you. For Erik. You don't have to fight on your own anymore," he told her.
Natasha sighed in relief and nodded. "Okay. I'm trying, Clint. It's just a hard habit to break," she replied, bringing one hand to brush through his hair.
"Sorry I made you cry on Christmas Day," he whispered, frowning as he cupped the back of her head and leaned his forehead against hers.
Natasha shook her head. "Don't apologise," she whispered, pecking his lips lovingly. "No more apologies tonight," she whispered against his lips. "Let's go to bed, Clint."
Clint nodded and stood up, locking both arms under her ass, holding her close as he walked them into their bedroom. He gently laid her down on the bed before climbing in beside her. Natasha moved so she had him spooning her. Neither of them had the energy to spend playing between the sheets, more than content to spend the night wrapped up in each other instead.
Clint wrapped his arms around Natasha's waist, pulling her close to him. He pressed his lips to the back of her head, closing his eyes as he felt her relax into him. "Я тебя люблю," he whispered softly.
"Я тебе люблю," she whispered, taking one of his hands and interlacing their fingers. She closed her eyes and relaxed against her lover's chest, the feeling of safety that came with being in his arms lulling her to sleep.
Clint could pinpoint the exact moment Natasha fell asleep in his arms. He smiled softly, thanking whatever God that actually existed that she was back in his life. His phone buzzed and he reached over to grab it, making sure not to wake Natasha. "See you tomorrow x," he read, making him smile.
"OK x," he replied, putting the phone on silent before placing it back on the locker. He returned his arm to his girlfriend's waist, slowly following her into sleep...
Natasha woke up the next morning alone. She frowned and looked around her for any sign of her boyfriend before she heard Erik laughing out in the living-room. She smiled and lay back down on the bed, sighing in content.
A few minutes later, the door opened and she heard the tell-tale pitter-patter of her son's feet. She felt the bed dip in front of her before Erik slipped beneath her arm and snuggled into her chest. Natasha smiled and pulled her son closer just as the bed dipped behind her. She felt Clint wrap his arms around her waist, his lips finding that sensitive spot on the back of her neck. She bit back a moan as her lover kissed his way along her shoulder.
"Breakfast is ready. I sent Erik in to wake you up. Obviously, he thought that cuddling with you was more fun. And I agree," he whispered in her ear.
"Behave," she replied, twisting her head and opening her eyes, smirking at her lover. "Our son is here too," she added cheekily.
Clint smiled and leaned forward, kissing her lips softly. "Good morning, Tasha," he whispered against her lips.
"Morning, Clint," she whispered, slowly pulling away from her lover's lips. She smiled when Erik lifted his head and frowned at his father.
"My Mama," Erik told his father, making Natasha and Clint laugh at his words.
Natasha pressed her lips to Erik's cheek, grinning when Clint stuck his tongue out at their son playfully. "Yes, Erik, I'm your Mama," she whispered to her son, smiling when Clint pouted. "But I'm Daddy's girlfriend too. You have to share," she added, watching her son as he processed her words.
"Okay," he murmured before snuggling back against Natasha's chest.
The red-head twisted her head to look at Clint. "He is definitely your son," she informed him cheekily.
Clint grinned. "Don't I know," he replied, kissing her cheek softly. "Do you want me to bring the breakfast in here?" he asked, tracing circles on the skin of her arm.
"Breakfast in bed? Who wouldn't say yes to that?" Natasha replied, rolling onto her back with Erik on her chest. "We can all eat in here," she added, leaning up and kissing her lover softly.
Clint hummed against her lips and nodded, getting out of the bed and walking out to the kitchen to get the breakfast. Natasha smiled and pressed her lips to Erik's forehead, the three-year-old busy playing with her arrow necklace that Clint had bought her when they were still in high school. When he was still an infant, her son had found much entertainment of holding the necklace in his hand when he was being nursed.
"Wuv you, Mama," Erik told her as Natasha slowly moved so she was sitting against the headboard.
"I love you too, Erik," Natasha whispered, pressing her lips to her son's forehead. "I love you so much."
Clint returned with a tray of food, smiling at his girlfriend and son as he entered the room carrying the tray. "Homemade Oatmeal, Buttermilk, and Blueberry Pancakes and berry smoothies," he announced as he made his way over to the bed.
Natasha couldn't stop the grin that spread across her face; he remembered one of her favourite meals from before their break-up. "You want something or you're planning something," she informed him, earning an affronted face from her lover. "And don't deny it," she added.
"I wanted to say sorry for upsetting you yesterday," he replied, placing the tray on his lover's knees before climbing into bed beside her. He took Erik into his own lap, so he could allow Natasha to pull the tray closer to her. Erik leaned against his father's chest, accepting his breakfast when Natasha fed him in between her own bites. Clint took his plate and dug in, helping Natasha feed Erik at the same time.
"We didn't go to bed without settling it first, Clint. No need for more apologies," she informed him as she finished her breakfast.
Clint shook his head. "You deserved breakfast in bed at least, Tasha," he informed her, twisting his head so he could kiss her temple softly. "I'm allowed spoil you when I can," he added.
"I'm not going to even argue with you. I know you won't take no for an answer," she replied, shaking her head at her boyfriend before Erik looked for more food. She didn't want to fight about something so petty after they made up for the misunderstanding the previous night.
"I'll get it," Natasha informed Clint, heading for the front door after the bell rang. She smiled as Erik decided to jump on his father's chest instead, holding Tobias and Leo as he did so. The red-head quickly made her way out to the door, wondering who it was calling on St. Stephen's Day; she figured it must be Tony and Pepper visiting their favourite Godson.
When she opened the door, Natasha was surprised to find four faces she had not seen in three years.
"So this is where you were hiding, Nat," Skye greeted, smirking at the red-head before throwing herself into a hug with her brother's girlfriend's arms.
Natasha received Skye's hug with as much grace as she could muster, still surprised as Clint's adopted parents, Melinda and Phil Coulson, his little sister, Skye, and Skye's lovere, Grant Ward, stood in her doorway. On top of that, Grant was holding a young boy, about two-years-old, in his arms. "What are you guys doing here?" she managed to ask when Skye finally let her go.
"Clint," Melinda replied as she hugged the younger woman who had ruined her second oldest child for anyone else. "We've missed you, Nat," she whispered to the red-head.
Natasha hugged Melinda back; apart from Pepper and Tony, the only other people who had known where she was and why she had left were her own adopted family and Steve Rogers and his, now wife, Sharon Carter-Rogers. "I've missed you guys too," she whispered, accepting another hug off Phil. "I'm sorry for leaving without telling any of you why," she added, slowly pulling away.
"Clint explained everything, Nat," Phil informed her, smiling at her warmly like he had done since he first met her. "You have nothing to apologise for. But we would like to see our grandson. Erik has three male cousins and two female cousins," he added, making Natasha sigh internally in relief.
"Follow me," she informed them, nodding to Grant as he adjusted his own son in his arms. She led them into the living-room where Clint was lying on the couch, holding Erik in the air, the three-year-old squealing in delight.
"Again, Daddy, again!" Erik shouted when Clint lowered him back down onto his chest.
"No, Erik. We've got visitors," Natasha replied instead, making father and son look up to find everyone watching them.
Erik frowned in confusion at the arrival of new people, looking between both of his parents. "Who they?" he asked as Clint sat up on the couch before standing up and making his way over to his parents, sister, brother-in-law and nephew.
"Erik, this is your Grandma Mel, your Granddad Phil, your Aunt Skye, your Uncle Grant and your cousin, Thomas," Clint informed his son, pointing out he spoke.
Natasha made her way over to her boyfriend and son, smiling as her little boy reached for her. He hid his face in his mother's neck, looking at the new-comers shyly.
Skye turned to Grant as Thomas looked up from his father's shoulder, blinking sleepily at the people in the room. "Do you want to play with Erik, Tommy?" Skye asked, smiling at her son softly.
Thomas looked over at Erik as the three-year-old did the same. "Ok, Mama," Thomas answered, reaching for his mother.
Skye smiled at her husband and took her son from his arms. She walked over to Natasha so the red-head could show her where they could set the boys down to play.
Melinda hugged her son when he reached her, smiling happily when he returned the hug enthusiastically. She had liked Laura but Natasha had been the one that took Clint from behind his walls, and vice versa; despite not knowing what had happened between the red-head and her son, initially, both Melinda and Phil knew from what Clint had told them about her when she walked out that Natasha wasn't running away from Clint. She had run away from something that made her fear for Clint's life. "He's the image of you, Clint," she informed her son.
Clint grinned proudly, pulling away to accept handshakes from Phil and Grant. "He has Natasha in his personality. Both of us really," he informed them. Leading them out to the living-room, the four smiled when they found Erik and Thomas playing with toy cars on the road map belong to Erik. Skye and Natasha were standing at the window, talking and watching the boys.
"Natasha, you have raised a mini Clint. How did you survive?" Grant teased, making his brother-in-law turn and glare at the younger man. "Raising you must have been a nightmare," he added cheekily.
Natasha smirked. "Grant, you were a pain in the ass in high school. You have no right to say anything about Clint being a nightmare," she informed him, making Grant pout. "Having a kid doesn't seem to have made any difference either, Hellfire," she added with a smirk, using his old nickname which had referred to his ability to dominate anything he took on.
"You're just being cruel, Black Widow," Grant replied in good sport. Thomas walked over to his father, pulling on his trouser leg before catching his hand and pulling him over to play with him and Erik.
Clint smiled as his son came out of his shyness and began to play with his uncle. He turned to Natasha who had just been pulled into a new conversation with his mother and sister. He was about to join them when his father stopped him with a conversation of his own.
"How does it feel to be a father?" Phil asked him as he gestured to Clint to follow him out into the kitchen.
"One of the most frightening feelings in the world," Clint answered his father honestly. "But every time I hear Erik call me 'Daddy!', the pride and happiness I feel… That outweighs the fear."
"When Skye was born, that was the way both your mother and me felt," Phil told him, making Clint raise an eyebrow at his father. "Then we adopted you and Barney, and later Leo, and that fear happened all over again. Parents being afraid of failing is normal; it proves you want to be the best for your kid."
Clint smiled at his father's words. "And now all of your kids have children of their own. You're getting old Granddad," he teased Phil.
Phil chuckled and shook his head. "Leo and Jemma have Claire and Antoine, Barney and Ashley have Alexa and Sawyer, Skye and Grant have Thomas. And now you and Natasha have Erik. You're all slowly making your rounds," he joked, making Clint grin cheekily.
"Well, Barney and Ashley are expecting baby number three," Clint responded. "The rest of us are good at not reproducing like rabbits."
"Ashley would kill you if she heard you say that," Skye announced as she entered the room, hugging her older brother. "Natasha looks happy here," she informed him, slowly pulling away, her hands resting on his broad shoulders. "And you look the happiest you've been since Nat left."
Clint didn't know if that was Skye's way of subtly showing her dislike of Laura; Skye had gotten so used to Natasha, the red-head had always been like an older sister to Skye along with Clint's friend, Bobbi. Laura never had a chance when it came to Skye's approval. "That a good or a bad thing?"
"Very good thing," she replied, a big grin on her face. "I'm extremely happy that you and Nat found each other again," she confessed, making Clint smirk at her knowingly.
"Laura never had a chance in your eyes, did she?" he asked, watching her carefully.
"Nat ruined you for every other woman and you know it," she answered, raising an eyebrow to challenge him.
Clint really couldn't argue with that; Natasha wasn't his first girlfriend but she had been the first person he could talk about everything that had happened to him before he had been adopted by Melinda and Phil. "I know," he finally answered.
Skye smirked at her father and brother knowingly. "I told you," she said to her father.
Phil shook his head at his daughter's words. "You are terrible, Skye," he told her when she eventually let Clint go. "You even betted with Barney and Leo that Natasha and Clint would get back together again."
"And I would that pool too," she replied.
Clint shook his head in disbelief at his sister. He was about to comment when Natasha entered the kitchen with Melinda, the two women smiling. Clint grinned and wrapped an arm around Natasha's waist when she reached him. She smirked at him knowingly, raising an eyebrow at his actions just for show. "We won my sister a betting pool against Barney and Leo," he informed her.
"Oh?" Natasha asked, leaning into Clint as she turned to look at Skye. "How did we help?" she asked.
"You two got back together. You ruined Clint for any other woman," Skye replied, smirking proudly at her observation. "Laura never really had any chance."
Clint felt Natasha tense in his arms at the mention of Laura. They hadn't really spoken about her since the day Clint arrived at her doorstep; she was a touchy subject for both of them. He tightened his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him. "Relax, Tasha," he murmured into her ear, low enough so no one could hear him. Natasha placed her hand on his on her stomach, squeezing his hand softly.
Changing the subject, Melinda asked, "So, Nat, what had it been like raising Erik with Clint these past few weeks?"
Natasha let out a mental sigh of relief at Melinda's change of direction. "Easier. Knowing you have someone who will have your back makes parenting a little easier," she replied honestly, smiling as Clint fist pumped the air.
"Clint's a man-child; I don't understand how he made anything easier for you," Skye commented, making Clint stick his tongue out at his little sister.
Melinda and Coulson shared a look, shaking their heads at the middle children's antics. "Natasha, would you mind us coming up for New Year's Day? Or would you like to come to us?" Phil asked, making Natasha raise an eyebrow at him.
"Does us mean the whole family, including Barney's and Leo's?" she replied with a knowing smirk.
"And Maria and Nick and your two younger siblings, yes," he answered, his smirk just as knowing as the red-heads. "If you and Clint don't have any other plans, that is," he added as an after-thought.
Natasha turned her head to Clint, silently asking him what he wanted to do. He shrugged slightly before nodding. "New York?" he asked his lover.
Natasha nodded, turning back to Melinda and Phil. "Your place would be better. This apartment is too small to fit everyone," she answered them, making them both smile.
"That reminds me," Skye started, moving from her place beside the counter, "Erik's Christmas presents from our side of the family are down in the cars," she announced, gesturing to Phil to follow her downstairs.
As they disappeared out the door, Natasha turned to Clint, raising an eyebrow at him. "And when were you going to tell me when your parents, sister, brother-in-law and nephew were coming here?" she asked her boyfriend.
Clint smiled sheepishly. "Surprise?" he offered, making Melinda snort and shake her head at her son.
"Clint, this is a losing battle," Melinda told her son. "Get used to it," she added…
Natasha smiled as Clint set Erik down in his cot. His family had left to stay in the hotel they were booked in, leaving with the promise to come back the next day. Erik snuggled into his pillow, his father placing Tobias in his son's arms. He slowly moved away from the cot, smiling at his girlfriend when he reached the doorway.
"Hi handsome," she whispered, smiling at him as she leaned her shoulder against the door frame. She leaned her head back as he rested his hands on her hips.
"Hey beautiful," he whispered, pecking her lips lovingly.
Natasha hummed, closing her eyes as Clint slowly backed her out of the room. "Mmmm. You're looking for something," she mumbled against his lips as he crowded her against the wall.
"Am I?" he asked, lifting her up so she could wrap her legs around her waist. "Mmmm," he hummed as he carried her into the kitchen. He chuckled as he set her down on the counter. "You were right… Again," Clint whispered as he stood in front of her.
"I'm always right," Natasha teased. She slowly ran her hands up his arms to his chest then around his neck, teasing her lover with the sly touches. "I thought you knew that?" she added, smiling as he smirked and rested his hands on her hips.
"I do," Clint whispered before kissing her passionately, stopping any comment she could have made.
Natasha smirked smugly into the kiss, kissing her lover back hungrily. She moaned into the kiss as Clint moved his hands to her ass and dragged her forward so they could grind against each other. Then Natasha realised that her lover had her placed strategically on the counter.
"You had this all planned out," Natasha whispered into his mouth in between moans as Clint kept her legs wrapped around his waist.
"Did I?" Clint whispered as he trailed his hands up her body to the top of her hoodie – realising it was his – and pulled the zipper down. Once that was down, he pushed the purple hoodie over her shoulders and off her body before taking her t-shirt off as well. "And here I thought I was improvising," he muttered teasingly, breaking away from her mouth and attaching his lips to her neck.
"You're a tease," Natasha gasped as she felt her lover bite down on her skin. "Fuck," she breathed as she moved her hands down his body and tugged at them hem of t-shirt. "Off," she commanded, returning the smirk he gave her request.
Clint removed his hands from where they were on her hips and helped her remove his t-shirt. He pulled her back to him, moulding their bodies together as he unclasped her bra and removed the distractive barrier. "Oh God, Tasha," Clint groaned into her mouth as they grinded harder against each other. He gripped her legs tighter before tugging on the waistband of her sweatpants, wanting her to get naked as soon as possible.
"You're telling me," Natasha moaned as she lifted her hips to let Clint pull her pants off. "Oh God," she gasped before rambling in a broken English and Russian that could only belong to her as Clint moved his lips down her body, laying butterfly kisses on her soft skin. Every now and again, he would stop and play with her breasts before continuing down her body.
Clint smirked and chuckled at his lover's broken mixture of English and Russian. He continued kissing his way down her body as well as pushing her down so she could lie on the counter. Once he reached the apex of her thighs, he nuzzled her through her panties with his nose making her moan loudly in approval. "You so love it when I go down on you," Clint whispered against her, his grin growing as Natasha grabbed his hair and pushed his face against her soaked panties.
"Maybe," Natasha moaned before gasping loudly and bucking her hips when Clint brushed two fingers of his left hand lazily up her still clothed slit. "Fuck. Oh God," she groaned as her lover pulled her panties aside before pushing one then two fingers inside her entrance.
"Come on, Sweetheart. I know you like when I go down on you," Clint stated before curling his fingers inside her. "You going to admit it?" he whispered as he laid a soft kiss on her clit. He used his right hand to tear the sides of her panties and removed them, tossing the ruined fabric to the floor.
Natasha – too distracted to realise that Clint had ripped yet another pair of her underwear – could only nod and moan loudly as Clint ran his tongue along her slit slowly. "Yes. Oh God. Yes. Yes. Clint," she moaned as Clint added another finger inside her, latching his lips to her clit and sucking on it hungrily.
"Never knew I was 'God', Tasha," he teased before starting to hum as he reattached his lips to her clit. Her only reply was tightening her hold on his hair and forcing him closer to her sex.
Natasha's breath hitched in her throat as she neared the edge but when she felt his added vibrations it was all that was needed to push her over the edge. "Clint!" Natasha screamed as she came pulsing on his tongue and around her lover's fingers. "Fuck," she gasped as she came down from her high. She had her head thrown to the side, her eyes closed in pleasure and breathing heavily as she slowly recovered.
Clint smiled against her entrance as he lapped up her juices before kissing his way back up her body until he reached her lips. "Was I that good?" he whispered, smirking smugly before kissing her hungrily.
Natasha moaned into their kiss as she tasted herself on Clint's lips but kept the fingers of her left hand threaded through Clint's hair. Her right hand trailed down his back to the waistband of his grey sweatpants. "Cocky much," she whispered into his mouth as she moved her hand inside his sweatpants.
"You're mine. Why wouldn't I be?" he whispered before moaning as Natasha moved her hand into his boxers, gripping him firmly in her small pale hand.
"Mmmm. I guess that is a good enough reason," Natasha whispered into his mouth as she pumped him slowly but firmly. "Someone's getting impatient," she teased as he bucked his hips into her touch.
Clint's impulsive response was removing his pants, boxers and runners all in the same go. "Fuck. Tasha," he moaned, breaking away from her mouth and leaning his forehead in the crook of her neck. He tried to control his impulse to take her as hard and as fast as humanely possible.
"Want to feel you inside me, Clint," she moaned as she felt Clint bit and suck hungrily on her weak spot. "Please. Please take me."
Clint nodded then pulled away from her to help her turn over onto her stomach. Once she was comfortable, he positioned himself at her entrance. He slowly pushed himself inside her, making them both groan in pleasure at the feeling of his length filling her up.
"Tasha. Fuck. You always feel too good to be through," Clint gasped as he laid his front on her back. He brought one of his hands resting on her hip while the other played with her breasts. He thanked whatever God that existed that Natasha was strong enough to support both their weight to free his hands to pleasure her body.
"You feel so good inside me," Natasha moaned as she felt her walls stretch to accommodate her lover's length once more. "Please move," she requested, moving her head back until it rested on Clint's shoulder. "Please. Please move, Clint."
"With pleasure," Clint responded, pulling out of her slowly until only the head of his cock was inside her before thrusting back inside her. He continued his pace inside her as he used his right hand to play with her clit, his left to play with her tits.
"Shit. Stop. Clint," Natasha gasped, making Clint stop and frown in confusion. He pulled out of her and let her turn over onto her back. "Need. Need to see you," she revealed, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down to kiss her. "Get back in me now," Natasha ordered into his mouth in between kisses.
Clint smiled against her lips and positioned himself at her entrance again, sliding in slowly. "I love you," Clint whispered into her mouth as he moved slowly inside her, building a steady pace.
"I love you too," Natasha whispered, moaning loudly as she felt Clint hit all the right places inside her. He smiled against her mouth, moving his left hand to fist in her hair, keeping their mouths joined as he rocked into her. He had his right arm rested beside her hip, his hand gripping her hip to pull her firmly against him.
"Oh God. Clint," Natasha moaned as she felt her walls tighten around his length. "I'm close," she gasped as she felt her orgasm grow closer and closer to sending her over the edge.
"Want you to come with me, Tasha," Clint moaned, breaking the kiss and moving his head so his face rested in the crook of her neck. Natasha could only nod and tighten her hold around him. They were both so close to their climaxes.
A few more, harder, well placed thrusts later, they came together, sobbed out each other's names as they reached ecstasy.
"You are amazing and beautiful, Tasha. Have I ever told you that?" Clint whispered as he wrapped her arms around her waist. He pulled her closer to his body as he stood up from the counter.
"A few times. But I never get tired of hearing it," Natasha whispered as she laid her head in the crook of Clint's neck. She had her arms wrapped his neck and her legs around his waist.
Clint chuckled as he carried her to their bathroom. "We should clean up before heading to bed," he stated. He held her close to him as he turned on the shower.
Natasha chuckled lightly as she snuggled further into Clint's shoulder, practically worn out from their activities. "Your stamina never fails to amaze me, Hawk," she murmured against his skin, using his old nickname from school. "I don't even know how long you managed. Well done," she teased, raising her head to look at him and smirked at the look on his face.
"Cheeky," Clint retorted, smirking smugly at the fact that he had worn his lover out.
"Mmmm. But you still love me," Natasha whispered, pecking his lips softly.
"Always have, always will," Clint murmured against her lips. "That never changed," he whispered, breaking the kiss and resting his forehead against hers. "That will never change."
"I love you too, Clint," she whispered, smiling softly. "This had been the best Christmas I've had since I left," she confessed, making Clint frown at her in confusion.
"What about the year Erik was born?" he asked, watching her carefully.
"Having him on Christmas Day without you was bittersweet. I had Erik but I had lost you," she whispered, pressing her lips to corner of his mouth. "I never want to do that ever again. I want you with me if we have any more kids."
Clint smiled and pecked her lips softly. "You're stuck with me as long as you want me, Tasha. I'm yours," he whispered, smiling as she leaned closer to him. "Just never leave again," he requested softly, "And I'm yours."
Natasha smiled. "Never leaving again," she promised. "And I'm yours too," she whispered…
Thank you for the support. I love you all so much :) xxxxxx
To answer the reviews from the previous chapter:
thecoolshelby: Thank you :) you don't sound like a suck up :) I hope this was worth the wait :)
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TinkStar87: Zoning out will not be a problem ;) That will happen… in the next chapter ;) As for Tony's comment…. Maybe ;)
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bill2011us: Okay so, here it is :)
I've just realised which universe I had imagined this in when I wrote the first chapter:
This is part of 'Us Against The World' Series – this part happens years following the events of 'Young Love'. I may or may not add the prequel and in between to this series; it depends on what you all want :)