I sat down on the lounge with a grunt, sprawling out on the piece of furniture and turning on the TV. I listened to the sound of popping coming from the microwave, and soon enough Natasha came sauntering into the living room with a bowl of white and yellow popcorn in her hand. I breathed in the smell, and soaked in the sight of her in her small silken robe, which certainly didn't have much underneath it. She glanced back at me as she sunk down into the lounge graciously, giving me a good sight of her ass.
Like I said, she was a tease.
I scooped her into my arms and pressed play on the remote, the film The Lion King coming on. I glanced down at Natasha, raising my eyebrow.
"Shut up, I really like this movie, it's cute!" she defended herself, throwing a piece of popcorn at me, which I caught in my mouth.
"Don't worry, Tasha, I think your cute." I nuzzled her hair with my nose, breathing in her scent as she rested into me, her back against my chest and my arm wrapped lazily around her to take handful's of popcorn.
"Remember when you first called me that?" she asked suddenly, drawing my attention away from the cartoon.
"I do."
She smiled up at me, remembrance in her eyes as she chewed on her popcorn.
"Why did you have to be so reckless!" she screamed at me as we walked into the small motel room. I stormed in after her, slamming the door shut behind us.
"I saved our lives, sometimes there's a need to be reckless!" I shouted back, dropping my bow and quiver to the floor, not caring about being gentle.
After our mission had taken a turn for the worst and we had to kill our way out, Natasha had been screaming at me non-stop.
"Just because one of his guards slapped my ass doesn't mean you have to slit his throat!" she yelled as she unzipped her cat-suit and stripped out of it. Her creamy white body was fully exposed, and I could see cuts and scrapes and bruises scattered around her already scarred body. She turned her back to me, and I could see a slight pink mark forming on the bottom of her ass, her panties covering the most of it.
"Look at that mark he left! That wasn't a slap, that was more like a belting! He was way to rough." I motioned to her, and she strode across the room half naked, pulling out the first aid kit and rummaging through it.
"So you decided you'd blow our cover and mess the whole operation up?"
I sighed, taking off my own clothes up to my boxers and walking over to the small sink in the corner of the room.
"Yeah, I guess so." I cupped some water in my hand and threw it over my face, the cool liquid dripping off my chin and onto my chest. I examined my own injuries, just a few scrapes and bruises here and there.
"Fury's going to kill us." she shot back.
"Coulson will cover us, he always does." He mumbled as I took a seat beside her on the bed as she pulled out some gauze pads. She tipped some antiseptic onto the white fabric and started dabbing her wounds lightly, wincing at the sting slightly. She went through four pads before they lay in a bloody pile, and she started on me.
I leant back slightly as she began to dab my arms, back, chest and stomach. I don't know how we managed to get so injured, but considering the whole building blew up, there were some possibilities.
I examined her as she worked on my body. Her lips were pursed in a straight line, eyebrows furrowed slightly as she fixed me up. She had blood dripping down the side of her face, and I got my own pad and started to wipe it up.
She went to pull away at first, but relaxed and let me fix her up as we closed our wounds with liquid bandage and sighed with relief. She stood up and decided to shrug on her small silken robe to cover her exposed body. I got up too, following her to the bathroom as we brushed our teeth. She looked exhausted.
"Look, I'm really sorry things turned out the way they did. It just makes me angry when men take advantage of you like that…"
"Is that why you don't?" she asked, turning off the tap and facing me.
"You're my partner, its improper to think like that." I said, confused.
"But you do." She stated matter-of-fact.
"W-what?" I stammered, feeling my cheeks go red. She took a step forward, only a breath away from me.
"I've known you for years, Barton. You're an open book to me as I am to you. I can see in your eyes that you think differently of me then just partners." She whispered, her mouth dangerously close to mine.
"I don't know what your talking about."
"Oh, don't lie!" she whispered harshly. "I know you want to close the distance between us… to feel my skin against yours…"
I tried to think back to how the conversation led to this. I knew she was right; when your partner is a flaming haired seducess with the body of a goddess, it was kind of hard not to think of her in wrong ways.
"Well, I try not to show it, unlike others." I gestured to her ass, and she grabbed my hand and hitched it beneath her silken robe and placed it against the swell, and I could feel the soft, heated skin from the slap. She sighed slightly, leaning against my chest and forcing me to grasp it tighter.
"This is showing it." she murmured, running her hand up my back and across my arms.
"This is forceful. I could charge you for this." I muttered, trying desperately to control my thoughts.
"But you wouldn't." she breathed, running her fingers gently along my chest. She started kissing a trail along my neck and up my jaw, grinding into my growing erection.
"Fuck, Tasha…" I breathed, closing my eyes and grasping her ass more firmly in the palm of my hand.
She pulled back, surprise in her eyes as she raised an eyebrow.
"Tasha?" she asked.
"Oh, sorry, it slipped…" I stuttered, releasing her from my grasp and running my now free hand through my hair.
"Don't be sorry. I like it." she looked thoughtful for a minute.
"Natasha… Natash… Nat… Tasha." I tested them all, causing her to growl slightly.
"I like 'Nat'" she decided. "Actually, I like them both."
"Alright then, Nat." I mocked, and she slapped me lightly on the arm. She looked down between us, to the bulge in my pants. She leant up and kissed me lightly on the cheek.
"Sorry. Not tonight, big boy." She walked out of the bathroom.
Tease.
"It wasn't funny." I mumbled as she laughed hysterically beside me, popcorn now scattered across the floor and forgotten.
"You should have seen your face when I walked away!" She gasped, eyes watering with tears.
"You just left me!" I defended, pushing her playfully away. She fake pouted, but still continued to laugh.
"Oh, you so had it coming."
"Alright, how would you like it if I got you all worked up then left you hanging?" I muttered, trying not to laugh as she giggled away.
"You wouldn't." she finally calmed down, sitting cross-legged in front of me.
"Wouldn't I?" I challenged, leaning forward. She grinned.
"We'll see…" she murmured, and she pressed her lips to mine eagerly as I pulled her onto my lap and cupped her hips in my hands.
She held me on either side of my face, her kiss forceful and demanding. I laid back until my head hit the soft cushion, and her hands left my face as she skimmed them up and down my bare chest, causing me to shiver lightly under her fingertips. Her breathing was heavy, and I eagerly pulled at the strings of her robe, pulling it over her shoulders and leaving it in a puddle of gold on the floor. Her exposed breasts bounced before my eyes, and I instantly grabbed one in my hand, causing her to buckle against me involuntarily.
I twirled her nipple to a point beneath my calloused fingers, and she moaned my name against my lips as she clawed at my body. I smirked against her mouth, kissing a trail from her lips to her jaw line, down her neck and to her collar bone…
I took her other nipple in my mouth, suckling and nipping at it lightly as she rocked against me and threw her head back with a loud cry.
I swirled my tongue over the nub lightly, before letting it go and taking over the other nipple, mimicking the same actions and getting the same response.
Then there was a loud knock on the door, and she instantly leapt off the lounge and had her gown on in a split second. I growled lightly, getting off the lounge as well and fetching my gun from the shelf. She did the same, while trying to tame her wild hair and even her breathing.
We walked to the door, guns hidden behind our backs. There was no peephole in the door, and I was sure to make a complaint about that tomorrow. She nodded at me before I unlocked the door and swung it open slowly, only to reveal a happy Stark and a tired Pepper.
We both growled, bringing out our guns and walking away as he invited himself in. He wore a pair of jeans and a black top, and Pepper was wrapped snugly in a big jumper and pyjama shorts.
"Wow, calm down guys, we're not going to kill you." He put his hands up in mock innocence, and I felt the need to point the barrel at his head. We threw our guns onto the bed, plopping onto the mattress.
Tony looked around, eyes widening slightly at the sight of popcorn on the floor.
"Sorry if we disturbed anything…" Pepper begun, and Tony flashed a mischievous smile our way. Natasha and I looked at each other, before turning back to them.
"No, no. We were just talking about the past before something funny came up…" Natasha began, a smirk playing at her lips. Tony sighed and sat down on one of the chairs, pulling Pepper onto his lap, and she looked around uncomfortably.
"What are you doing here, Stark?" I finally asked, raising an eyebrow before digging through my suitcase and shrugging on a shirt.
"We are here to give you your invitations." He said, pulling out two envelopes from his pockets.
"Invitations? Invitations for what?" Natasha asked, and Tony flicked them over to us so they scattered onto the bed.
I picked one up. The envelopes were heavy, and inside there was a sheet of thick paper in white and gold that it would make any wedding invitation look plain.
Dear Agent Clint Barton.
You have been invited to attend the Avengers dinner reunion.
Time: 7:00 pm
Date: 22nd of September
Place: La Méditerranée
We hope to see you there.
I put down the invitation, watching Natasha read hers.
"We'll be there." I smiled, stretching and enjoying the sound of my neck cracking and releasing the annoying kinks. Natasha nodded, smiling as she collected our fine invitations and set them aside.
"Looking forward to it." she got up, hugging Pepper lightly.
"What do we wear?" I asked cautiously. I hated those monkey suits…
"Oh, just the normal suits, ball gowns, whatever is formal. I had to pull a lot of strings to book this dinner, it's very expensive, so please make it worth my while. Don't come in some jeans and a sweatshirt. Look decent, like me. I'm sure you can pull it off." He stood up, taking Pepper with him.
I growled. Stupid monkey suits.
"Whatever you say, hotshot." Natasha mumbled, walking them out to the door. I waved goodbye to the couple.
"We'll let you two get back to whatever you left off…" He turned and winked at me, and I frowned at him before he walked out the door.
"Always getting interrupted…" Natasha breathed, rubbing her eyes and yawning loudly.
"I told you I could leave you hanging." I smiled evilly up at her.
"Oh please." She climbed into bed, closing her eyes and grunting angrily as her head hit the pillow.
I climbed in next to her, making sure my gun was in reaching-range, before wrapping my arm over her and falling asleep beside her.
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