WARNING: I think this chapter has very crude language involved in the sex scenes… I apologise in advance. Because I never knew I could be this crude…

Chapter Four: I Think I'm...

13th February 2006. Dublin, Republic of Ireland...

During the next three months, Clint and Natasha had travelled to various cities throughout Europe. They'd been to Berlin, Paris and London so far. For each, they visited various cultural sites; museums, tourist sites and other areas. And they made love in every hotel room they stayed in.

Natalia delighted in every way Clint touched her. The time they spent together. Everything they did, he always gave her the choice to back out or change her mind. Slowly, Natalia was feeling herself falling in love with him. Well, what she believed to be love. The Red Room had taught her that love was for children. That men only used women for their sexual pleasure. But Clint was showing her the opposite of what she was taught. He spent time making her feel like she was on top of the world. He didn't just make her do whatever he wanted. They talked about what they both wanted to do, and then decided to do what they both agreed.

They were currently in the capital of the Republic of Ireland, staying in an apartment that Clint's family owned. His brother was still in New York with his wife and their twins, who were only six-months-old. So there was little chance of him suddenly showing up and interrupting them when they were, eh, occupied with each other's physiques.

They were currently making their way around the National Gallery Of Ireland. Clint smiled as he watched her take in different works such as The Taking of Christ by Michelangelo Merisi da Caravaggio, Argenteuil Basin with a Single Sailboat by Claude Monet, Rooftops in Paris by Vincent van Gogh and The Opening of the Sixth Seal by Francis Danby. She was enjoying the chance to see all these works and more in real life. And not in books she had studied while still in Russia.

Clint interlaced his fingers with Natalia as she was taking in one work by an Irish artist, Jack B. Yeats. The work was titled, Grief. Clint glanced at the book in his hand where he could read about the painting. Natalia had read about it when she was younger but her interest in it caught Clint's attention. He quickly read the short summary; 'Grief, painted when Yeats was exploring particular human emotion in his work, is one of the artist's largest and most-celebrated paintings. The picture, which may have been derived from an original sketch entitled 'Let there be no more war', can be read then as an anti-war statement, akin to Picasso's Guernica. In the picture, rows of soldiers with rifles and bayonets surround a rider on horseback who raises one arm in the air as if to lead a charge. In the foreground, a woman dressed in blue comforts a blond baby. To the left of that pair, an old man, bent double, reaches out his hands in despair. Yeats has applied paint thickly but sparingly on the canvas, and has employed vivid colour to great emotional effect. While the indigo blue suggests sadness, the yellows and reds point to more heightened emotions.' Looking at his girlfriend, he couldn't help but wonder if she felt somewhat connected to the painter's feelings of isolation at the time.

He smiled at Natalia when she turned to give him a small grin. She gently tugged on his hand to lead him to another painting. Clint simply grinned and followed his girlfriend, already planning how he was going to spoil her the next day...

Natalia grinned as she and Clint walked down Clare Street. She listened to him talk about the different history events of Ireland. The different kings before the British plantations. The Act of Union. Ireland under British rule. The Home Rule Movement. The Anglo-Irish Treaty. The start of the Free State, and its development to the Republic. He had quite the memory.

"Do you know the history to every culture you've studied?" she asked, smiling when he grinned down at her.

"Just ones that interest me. Ireland. America. Russia," he replied with a cheeky grin on her homeland. "Just like my opinion on strange women I meet on vacation," he added with a smirk.

Natalia stopped and raised an eyebrow at her lover. "You are a cheeky prat," she finally stated when she realised that his added comment was him teasing her.

"Oh, you know you love me," he joked, wrapping his arm around her waist, and beginning to walk down the street once more. "So where to next? The zoo? The museum? Shopping?" he offered, looking down at his girlfriend.

Natalia thought about it for a minute then grinned. "Shopping. I wanna do something for you," she replied with a smirk.

"No presents," he reiterated from their previous conversations for their plans for Valentines.

"Oh no," she started with a knowing grin. "But buying myself lingerie to model for you doesn't really count as a present. Does it?" she whispered huskily in her boyfriend's ear.

Clint groaned and let his eyes slip close for a second. "Model them when we get back to the apartment," he requested, opening his eyes to lock them with Natalia's mischievous ones. "Please and thank you."

Natalia grinned mischievously. "For your eyes only," she promised...

Natalia grinned and giggled happily as Clint nuzzled her neck as he wrapped his arms tighter around her waist, pulling her further back against him. Her back was against his front, the red-head resting her hands over his on her stomach.

"Morning, Beautiful," Clint whispered softly against the skin of Natalia's neck, smiling as he interlaced his fingers with hers. He hummed in contentment at the feel of his girlfriend's naked body pressed up against his, groaning at the memory of her lingerie modelling show the previous night. "Happy Valentines, Sweetheart," he added as the Russian slowly turned in his arms, wrapping her own around his neck and smiling at him affectionately.

"Many happy returns, Clint," Natalia whispered as she pressed her lips to his softly. The red-head grinned as Clint slowly rolled them over so he was on top. The sandy blonde slowly deepened the kiss as he kept their fingers interlaced.

"I want to bring you out for dinner today, Sweetheart. If that's okay with you?" Clint whispered softly against her lips, grinning happily as Natalia hummed her agreement into his mouth.

"Mmmm. Maybe," Natalia whispered teasingly into her boyfriend's mouth before gasping as Clint broke the kiss and brought his lips to the underside of her jaw, sucking and nipping on the skin there tauntingly. "Oh God. Mmmm. Clint," she moaned as said man brought his lips to the crook of her neck, biting down on her sensitive weak spot. His actions left a very noticeable love bite on her normally pale skin.

"Yeah, Sweetheart?" I hope you're not hungry because I'm gonna have you for breakfast," Clint whispered in Russian as he brought Natalia's had over her head, keeping them pinned as he left love marks along her neck and collarbones, slowly pulling away to inspect works.

Natalia moaned throatily at Clint's words, already feeling herself get wet at his innuendo. "Clint. You. Tease," she gasped in Russian as her boyfriend ran his tongue over the swell of her breasts teasingly, smirking up at her smugly. He watched her through hooded eyes while teasingly sliding his talented tongue over her nipples. He slowly, almost tortuously, sucking her left areola into his mouth then doing the same to her right. He grinned when she bucked her hips up against his stomach as he teased her breasts.

"You like this Sweetheart? You like it when I dominate you?" Clint teased huskily. He pressed kisses along Natalia's sternum before going back to teasing her nipples, sucking and nipping on them playfully. He spent equal amount of time on each but never enough to let the pleasurable ache in the apex of her thighs ease slightly.

"Yes. Fuck. Yes. Clint," Natalia gasped, tossing her head back in pleasure. Clint left another hickey on the inside of her right breast while finally freeing her hands so he could bring his own up to palm her tits firmly. The red-head brought her hands to her boyfriend's back, her nails digging in as he moved further down her body. He kept his right hand on her breasts while he nuzzled her inner thighs playfully with his two day stubble, knowing exactly how much Natalia loved it.

"You're so wet Natalia. Are you wet for me? Are you a good girl who gets wet for me?" Clint teased as he leisurely ran two fingers along his girlfriend's slit. He grinned when the red-head moaned and bucked her hips upwards, searching for more pressure from her lover.

"Yes. I'm so wet for you Clint. You like that, don't you? You like it when I'm a good girl who gets wet for you," Natalia replied in a husky and seductive tone. She had learned from their past few months together that Clint loved to hear her talk dirty things to him. And exactly what would be the outcome for her.

Clint groaned as he rested his forehead against Natalia's right hip, the archer trying desperately not to come on the spot as his brain momentarily shut down at his girlfriend's seductive words. He slowly brushed his thumb over his lover's very sensitive clit. He pinched her right nipple at the same time, making the red-head cry out loudly in pleasure at the sensation.

"You are such a tease, Natalia," Clint whispered throatily as he pressed rough kisses against her skin. He slowly made his way down to her entrance. He smirked up at his girlfriend as he heard her breath hitch in the Russian's throat when he slowly rubbed his nose teasingly over her slit. "You really are a good girl, aren't you, Sweetheart? You're so wet for me," he taunted as he lazily pushed two digits inside her cunt, grinning smugly when Natalia moaned and bucked her hips into his touch.

"Please. Clint. Don't tease," Natalia begged as Clint slowly dragged his tongue over her clit. He smirked as he added a third digit inside her entrance. The Russian's nails digged further into her boyfriend's back when he suddenly wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking and nipping on the sensitive bundle of nerves teasingly. The actions made Natalia call out his name in pleasure as her walls tightened around his fingers, his actions pushing her further towards going over the edge.

"Do you want to come, Natalia? Do you want to come for me?" Clint teased as he slowly added a fourth finger inside his girlfriend's cunt, his smug boyish smirk growing as Natalia rocked her hips against his lips. Searching desperately for her release.

"Clint. Please. Let me come," Natalia begged and Clint did exactly that. He curled his fingers against her G-spot, promptly sending the red-head over the edge into a strong orgasm. She screamed his name as she came hard in his mouth.

Clint ginned as he licked up his rewards, taking his time and prolonging Natalia's climax. He slowly kissed his way up her body, watching the red-head carefully as she slowly opened her eyes. She smiled at him as he brought her wrists to his lips, kissing both of them tenderly as he waited for her to recover from her intense orgasm.

"You are amazing," Natalia whispered as Clint leaned down to press his lips to hers softly. The red-head moaned as she tasted herself on her lover's lips. He pushed her hands down onto her pillows, the Russian too lost in the kiss to realise that Clint had handcuffs ready.

Suddenly, Natalia heard two distinctive clicks as Clint handcuffed her wrists to the headboard of their bed. "Clint," Natalia growled dangerously, not having expected her lover to handcuff her to the bed.

"Relax, Beautiful," Clint whispered as he tenderly placed a chaste kiss on her cupid bow lips. "It's Valentines. I'm planning on spoiling you," he explained as he massaged her tense stomach tenderly.

"You want to be in me, Clint?" Natalia purred huskily as she brought her lips to his ear as Clint pressed soft kisses to the crook of her neck. "Tell me how you want it, Clint. I want you inside me but how do you want it?" she teased, knowing exactly how much Clint loved her natural husky tone in his ear. And when she spoke dirty to him when they played like this.

"Natalia," Clint growled possessively as he positioned himself at her entrance, watching his girlfriend squirm in anticipation. He slowly slipped inside her, filling her to the hilt. The couple cried out in pleasure at the sensation.

"Clint," Natalia gasped, tossing her head back in pleasure at the sensation of her boyfriend inside her. She gripped the handcuffs firmly as Clint slowly began to move inside her. "Fuck. Yes. Clint," she moaned as he brought his lips to the underside of her jaw, biting and sucking on her skin as he pounded into her at a steady pace.

"Yeah? Does this feel good, Natalia?" Clint teased as he brought his archery roughened hands to her breasts. He palmed them firmly before bringing his left hand down between them to slowly rub her clit in time with his thrusts.

"Yes. Clint. You feel so good. Please. Yes," Natalia moaned as she threw her head and moaned his name in pleasure. She groaned as she felt her walls tighten further around her lover as he continued to pump inside her.

Clint growled possessively as he pumped harder inside Natalia, pulling her legs over his shoulders, sending him deeper inside the red-head. "Are you gonna come for me, Natalia? Are you gonna come on my cock? Are you gonna be a good girl and come for me?" he taunted huskily, grinning when Natalia moaned sinfully in reply.

"Yes. Fuck. Yes. I'm gonna come for you, Clint. I'm gonna come on your long, thick cock," Natalia moaned as she felt herself get even wetter and tighten further around her boyfriend's cock.

"Fuck. Natalia. I'm so close," Clint whispered as he brushed his lips over Natalia's as he rocked both of them closer to the edge.

"Clint!" Natalia screamed as she came hard around Clint's cock, her clenching walls pulling the archer over the edge at the same time. He roared her name as he spilled his seed inside her.

Clint collapsed on top of Natalia as they both came down from their respective highs. Clint undid the handcuffs from Natalia's wrists, allowing her to bring her hands to his neck, tracing tender circles on the nape of his neck.

"Mmmm. Thank you, Clint," Natalia whispered softly as she pressed her lips to his temple lovingly. "It's a good thing that this is your apartment too," she added with a light chuckle, making Clint grin as he lifted his head to look at her.

"Mmmm. That's gonna be an advantage later on, Sweetheart," Clint whispered as he pressed his lips to Natalia's tenderly, smiling as his girlfriend giggled happily against his lips in reply.

Natalia bit her bottom lip and turned her head to look out the window as the Irish blonde waitress tried to flirt with Clint, the red-head trying desperately not to show her emotions. When the blonde left, Clint quickly stood up, giving Natalia the impression that he was going to go to the counter to flirt with the cute waitress. But he surprised the Russian when he slid into the booth beside her.

"God, I thought she would never leave," Clint whispered as he wrapped his left arm around Natalia's waist, pulling them closer together. "Natalia?" he whispered as he used his right hand to cup his girlfriend's cheek, slowly pulling her to look at him. "What's wrong, Sweetheart?" he asked, unsure about the emotion he saw in his lover's eyes.

"Now you care," Natalia muttered, turning her head away again, unwilling to look her boyfriend in the eye.

"Please, Natalia. Don't be jealous. Why would I even think about someone like her when I'm with the most beautiful woman in the world? Anyways, I have something for you for Valentines," Clint whispered in Russian into Natalia's ear. He pressed his lips to the back of her ear as he took out a box out of his pocket, smiling as his girlfriend turned to look at him with a surprised face. "It's a family heirloom. But I want you to have it," he added as an explanation, blushing slightly as he handed her the box.

"Clint, you said that we weren't buying presents," Natalia whispered, watching her boyfriend carefully as he smiled at her softly.

"I know, Natalia. I just. I wanted you to have it. Anyways, your lingerie modelling last night was a more than adequate present," Clint whispered. He pressed his lips to Natalia's softly when he heard the waitress walk back over to them, grinning smugly into the kiss when he heard the blonde huff, trying to break the couple apart.

Natalia returned Clint's smile as she easily deepened the kiss all-the-while keeping it modest for a public display. The two only pulled away when the blonde waitress left, realising that Clint was only interested in Natasha. "Beautiful," Clint whispered, smiling as Natalia ducked her head and blushed at his words. She slowly opened the box, the red haired Russian pausing as she looked at the contents.

"Clint?" Natalia whispered, raising her head to look at her boyfriend.

"It suits you," Clint whispered as he took out his mother's bracelet and put it on Natalia's offered wrist. He brought her hand to his mouth so he could press his lips against the underside of her wrist.

Natalia smiled at Clint softly, bringing her lips to his in a chaste kiss as she cupped his cheek lovingly. "Thank you, Clint," she whispered against his lips.

"No problem, Sweetheart," Clint replied, grinning against her lips happily. "I can't wait 'til we get back to my apartment so I can give you the second part of my present for you. You'll be begging for release by the time I'm finished with you tonight," he whispered huskily into her ear, making Natalia's breath hitch in her throat at the innuendo in his words.

"I hope you do, Clint," Natalia replied, making Clint smirk smugly as he thought about exactly what he was going to do.

Two hours later, Natalia moaned as Clint caught her lips and backed her up against the kitchen counter of his apartment. The red-head wrapped her legs around her boyfriend's waist when he easily lifted her up, their lips meeting hungrily. He pulled his shirt and wife beater up and off, only breaking the kiss only to discard them on the floor behind him. He reclaimed his lover's lips as he brought his hands under Natalia's tank top, gripping her hips possessively, dragging her body even closer to his.

"Clint," Natalia gasped as he suddenly ripped her tank top through the middle and pulled the torn fabric off her body. He brought his lips straight to her breasts, smirking smugly as his Russian girlfriend moaned loudly in pleasure at the sensation of his lips and tongue teasing her breasts through her sports bra. "Clint. I need you inside me. Now. No foreplay," the red-head gasped as she brought her hands to Clint's hair, tugging on it until he let go of her left tit with a pop and caught her lips with his hungrily.

Clint could only grin at his lover's almost desperate request. The archer quickly stripped the two of them before doing as Natalia had requested, positioning himself at her entrance after making sure that she was wet enough to take him. He slowly slid in, the two moaning in mutual pleasure at the sensation.

"Fuck. Clint," Natalia moaned as Clint waited until she was ready before beginning to thrust inside her cunt. Stretching her as he pumped inside her, the couple's mouths meeting hungrily with a need akin to breathing. Their hips rocked against each other, searching for their mutual release.

"This feel good Sweetheart? You like this?" Clint teased as he felt Natalia tighten around his hard cock, showing him that she was just as close to going over the edge as he was.

"Yes. You feel so good inside me Clint. Fuck. Yes. Just like that," Natalia moaned as Clint rocked harder against her, the two rocketing closer to going over the edge together. "Fuck yes. Clint. Please. I want to come for you Clint," she whispered as he caught her lips in an almost desperate kiss.

"Yeah? I'm going to make you come so hard, Natalia," Clint whispered before Natalia screamed his name into his mouth as she came hard around his cock. Her orgasm pulled the archer into his own, shouting her name loudly as he spilled his seed inside her.

The two rested against each other before Clint regained enough energy to pick Natalia up and carry her into the bedroom. He slowly pulled out of her as he lay down on the bed with his girlfriend on top of him. He pulled the quilt over them as he wrapped his arms around her waist protectively.

Natalia waited until she heard Clint's breathing level out before whispering her thoughts, needing just to say them aloud to confirm whether they were true or not. "I'm falling in love with you, Clint," the red-head whispered against her lover's chest, not knowing that he had heard her. And that her feelings were returned.

I used Dublin because I was kinda lazy to look up facts about different museums/galleries in other European countries. As it's my National Gallery, which I have visited several times, it made life easier for me to write about it in this chapter. I promise not to use easy things in any future stories or chapters… The description of Grief by Jack B Yeats is the Gallery's official summary of the painting. Not my own words. And I did study him in secondary school.

Thank you for all the support guys. I don't know what I'd do without you :)

To answer the reviews from the previous chapter;

Guest #2: I shall neither confirm nor deny the assumption that Clint is leaving SHIELD for Natasha… ;)

: Thank you :) Hope this was just as good :)

Guest #1: Again, I shall neither confirm nor deny the assumption that Clint is leaving SHIELD for Natasha… ;)

M.G Fisher: Well, she is keeping him safe from the Red Room. And he's keeping her safe from SHIELD… ;) And yes, they are going to, metaphorically, kill Clint. Just saying ;) Thank you :)

Fury-Natalia: I shall neither confirm nor deny the assumption that Clint is leaving SHIELD for Natasha… ;) But that is the idea.. Then things happen.. And Natasha almost kills him. After Fury and Coulson rip him a new one. And…. That's enough spoilers for now ;)

Precious93: Do I do anything but hot these days? ;) I'll let you know the plan for that thing I mentioned too ;)