Chapter Nine: Separation Issues

Clint woke up slowly, finding Natasha nowhere in his arms. He quickly sat up, his eyes searching for his pregnant girlfriend. He found her sitting on the end of the bed with Lucky's head lying in her lap. She was running her hand over the dog's back, her fingers trailing through his fur. "Tasha," the archer whispered, his voice lower and huskier from sleep.

Natasha twisted her head to look at him. "Morning," she greeted, her smile tired and slow.

Clint frowned in concern, moving down the bed so he could cup her face. "Sweetheart, what's wrong?" he whispered.

Natasha gently pushed Lucky off of her before climbing into Clint's lap. She curled herself into his arms, resting her forehead in the crook of his neck. She closed her eyes and nuzzled her nose against his skin. He wrapped her arms around her waist, holding her close as she clung to him. He rocked them slightly, not knowing what had caused her sudden quietness. She had been quiet going to bed the previous night, and now she was clinging to him like he was her only life line.

"Tasha," he started, running a hand along her spine. "Tasha, sweetheart, what's wrong?" he whispered, pulling away to look at her, cupping her face with his left hand. "Natasha?"

Natasha bit her lip before shaking her head. She didn't know what was wrong. She knew Clint had to leave for a few days for a mission. Was it that that was keeping her awake and clinging to Clint like he was the only thing that kept her afloat? Or was it the possibility of Andrei being her long lost twin brother?

"Tasha… You know that I'm coming home to you after my next mission?" he whispered, frowning in concern.

Natasha looked up in surprise. Was she really that readable? "I. Ah. Clint," she stuttered, shaking her head. What was wrong with her? She was never like this.

Clint watched and waited for Natasha to work through what was going on in her head. He simply brushed his hands over her arms, waiting patiently.

"I don't know what's wrong with me," she mumbled, leaning forward and resting her head in the crook of her boyfriend's neck.

Clint pressed a kiss to her temple. "It could be your hormones, Natasha. That's okay. That's normal," he whispered. He rubbed his nose down her cheek until their foreheads were against each other. "It's okay. You're okay. I've got you."

Natasha sighed and nodded. She brought her hands up to the side of Clint's neck, her fingers finding the sensitive spots behind his ears. "Be safe on your mission," she whispered.

Clint smiled and nodded, pecking her lips softly. "Of course, Sweetheart. I'll be home to you before you know it," he whispered. He pulled her closer to him, pressing kisses all over her face. "I love you. I love you so much, Tasha."

Natasha willingly went into his touch. She wanted to live her life without worrying about the father of her baby being hurt. Without having to live with looking over her shoulder every time she went into town with Ashley and the twins. Without having to worry about her baby being targeted simply because his mother was the Black Widow.

Clint decided there and then that he wanted to bring Natasha out for a date. And propose to her. Tonight.


Natasha shook her head playfully at Clint as he won her a stuffed toy at the carnival in town. He had insisted on bringing her out tonight since he'd be heading back to S.H.I.E.L.D. in two days. Barney and Ashley had declined, saying the twins were too young to bring. Now Clint and Natasha were in Waverly, Clint refusing to let Natasha's hand go until he stopped at the current shooting range which no one had won at, embarrassing the vendor. The vendor in question reluctantly handed Clint his prize which the archer promptly gave to his girlfriend.

"You love clichés," she informed him as they walked further into carnival.

Clint grinned. "Only with you," he replied, pulling her closer and pecking her lips lovingly. "I wanted to spoil you with normal stuff too," he added, earning a smile.

Natasha tightened her fingers around Clint's. "Where to next, Mr. Barton?" she asked, leaning her forehead on his shoulder. She liked the normality of life here with Clint. But that was all going to change when he returned to S.H.I.E.L.D. from extended medical leave. Eva had managed to require the extra leave but exaggerating some of his injuries in her medical report. But she wasn't able to make him stay out of the field forever.

"Mmmm. Wherever you want, Miss Romero," he replied, using her new alias surname. He titled his head to look at her. "You're in charge tonight, milady," he added with a grin.

Natasha bit her lip and thought for a moment. "Can we get candyfloss?" she requested, looking up at him with childishly hopeful eyes, reminding him that she had never had a childhood in any way – he'd had one somewhat, before his father turned to drink and his parents' deaths when he was seven.

"Of course, sweetheart," he replied, leading her towards a candyfloss vendor. He refused to let her pay, insisting that it was his treat. Once she was happy with her blue cone of sweet flavoured fluff, he led her away from the noise so they could eat in peace. Natasha leaned against him as they sat on a bench away from the carnival. She fed him small bites of her candyfloss, letting him catch her fingers between his teeth playfully. He slipped his tongue over her fingers every time, licking the sugar off of her.

Natasha couldn't help but shake her head and laugh at Clint's action. She kissed him quickly when he let go of her fingers. "Behave," she teased, smirking when he pouted playfully at her.

Clint caught a piece of candyfloss and placed it at her lips, grinning happily when she opened them. She caught his thumb between her teeth, sliding her tongue over it teasingly. He never thought feeding his pregnant girlfriend candyfloss could be so sexual.

"You keep that up and I'll have to bring you home and make me you beg for forgiveness, Natasha," he warned, just as she slid her tongue over the tip of his thumb.

Natasha smirked around his thumb before releasing it with a pop. "Then bring me home," she replied cheekily.

Clint grinned. He caught her hand and dragged her up off the bench. "It's a good thing I soundproofed our room so," he commented...


Natasha moaned as Clint kissed her deeply after they entered their bedroom. They had quickly, but quietly, ran up the stairs, avoiding Ashley and Barney. The two of them were like two horny teenagers trying to hide from the parents.

Suddenly, Clint pulled away, surprising Natasha. "Wait. There's something I want to do first," he whispered, pecking her lips softly. He dropped to his knee, surprising Natasha at his sudden actions. "I had wanted to ask you this before we left Europe but S.H.I.E.L.D. made a move that had to make me respond. And then I hurt you, meaning I couldn't ask you either. But now that we've worked out the basics, I thought it was time I finally ask you," he started, pulling the navy ring box out of his pocket. "Will you, Natalia Alianova Romanova, promise yourself to me and be mine?" he asked, fear coursing through him at the thought she would reject him.

"No," Natasha teased, biting back a giggle as the hurt pout came over Clint's face; she couldn't help it, her lover was adorable when he pouted.

"W-... What?" Clint stuttered, fear crossing over his features. He stood up and turned to leave the room but stopped when Natasha placed a gentle hand on his bicep. The archer slowly turned around, biting the inside of his jaw to stop his tears threatening to fall as he faced the red-head.

"How can you ask me to be yours when I already am?" Natasha asked with a soft smile, making Clint's jaw drop; he wasn't expecting that from her.

"You're saying yes?" Clint whispered as he cupped Natasha's face with both hands, looking her directly in the eye. He needed to know his brain was playing tricks on him.

Natasha smiled and nodded. She almost squealed in surprise when Clint wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her up and spinning her around in delight. At the same time, he claimed her lips lovingly.

"Finally," Clint murmured against her lips, the couple smiling into their kiss. "Finally, I can call you mine. Officially."

"Finally," she agreed before pulling away from his lips. "But I don't want to get married until we are both sleep deprived and are dealing with a hungry baby or a dirty nappy and you still want to marry me after that," she told him, making him pause.

"Tasha, my feelings for you wouldn't change after the baby is born," he whispered, frowning in concern at the red-head. He raised a hand to cup her cheek lovingly. "Do you think they would change?"

Natasha shook her head and smiled at him softly. "It would prove that they never changed," she whispered, leaning forward and pecking his lips lovingly. "But I will marry you. Someday," she whispered, nibbling on his bottom lip lovingly.

Clint growled against her lips, bringing his hands down over the curve of her ass and lifting her up so she could trap his waist between her thighs. He carried her over to their bed, his lips only leaving her to strip her of her shirt while placing her on the bed.

She gasped as he nipped and sucked on the skin of her neck. She brought her hands to his hair only to have him pin them above her head on the pillow. "Don't move them," he ordered, stripping her of her bra.

"Did you really think I'd reject you, Hawk?" she whispered as he kissed his way down her chest.

"Yes," he whispered before he took her left nipple in his mouth, running his tongue over it and sucking hungrily on it.

Natasha gasped in pleasure as her tits became her fiancée's plaything. Again. "I'll remember not to scare you like that again then," she muttered when she recovered some of her breathing. Some of it. But it cost her. Mainly because Clint slipped his hand into her sweat pants and brushed her clit with his callus covered thumb.

"Good. And you're not even wearing panties," he murmured smugly against her chest as he slyly pushed two fingers inside her.

"I couldn't find any. Mainly because you've torn all of them," Natasha eventually got out then gasped in pleasure as Clint curled his fingers inside her, adding a third to tease her.

"I'll bring you lingerie shopping when I get home," he whispered against her breast. He slowly moved his way down her body, kissing her baby bump softly.

Clint grinned up at her when she bucked her hips up to him. He caught the waistband of her sweatpants, pulling them down while flicking her clit with his thumb.

Natasha's breathing hitched as she watched Clint pull her pants down with his teeth while still working her pussy with his hand. Once the fabric reached her knees, he used his free hand to tug them off and threw them to the floor. The red-head's hands tightened in the fabric of the pillow case as Clint dropped his mouth to place open-mouthed kisses around her clit.

"Clint. Yes. Yes. Yes," she moaned, her head rolling back as he added his tongue to ministrations. Her body shook in pleasure, Clint sucking teasingly on her clit while stroking his fingers against her G-spot. "Please. Yes. Yes. Yes. Please. Clint. Yes," she moaned incoherently.

Clint grinned. He loved how sensitive she was, how quickly and how often she came for him. He loved being able to make her come over and over. And he planned on making her keep coming.

Natasha bit back a scream as she came hard around Clint's fingers, the archer lapping at her clit as he helped her ride out her orgasm. Her thighs tensed on either side of his head, her nails tearing the fabric of the pillow case as she climaxed.

Clint slowed down his ministrations when Natasha's hands came to his hair, her fingers digging in and pulling him up. She kissed him hungrily, moaning at the taste of herself on his lips. She tugged at his shirt and mumbled against his lips, "You have too many clothes on."

He chuckled and pulled away, standing up and quickly stripping himself of all of his clothes. "That better?" he teased, climbing back onto the bed and claiming her lips before she could speak.

Natasha moaned into the kiss and wrapped her legs around Clint's waist, trapping him between her thighs. She brought one hand up to grip at his hair while her other one was placed on the spot between his shoulder blades. Breaking the kiss, she nuzzled his jaw. "Please. Clint. Make love to me. Please," she begged, her lips trailing the length of his neck.

Clint reached between them and gripped himself roughly before positioning his cock at her entrance. "You want me?" he teased, brushing the head of his length along her slit.

Natasha nodded, trying to pull him closer but he resisted. She whimpered slightly, her lips stuttering over his pulse point. "Please. Clint. Please," she whimpered; what was wrong with her? She never begged or whimpered; except for when she was with him.

Clint caught her lips hungrily as he thrust inside her, stilling all movement when he was fully hilted inside her. Natasha moaned into his mouth, her nails digging into him at the slow stretch and pleasure as she came for the second time when Clint finally entered her.

Natasha's hands clutched at his shoulders while she kept her legs around his waist, keeping him from moving from her. Breaking the kiss, she buried her face in his neck, holding him close while he mouthed at the curve of her neck, his lips soft against her skin. Her second orgasm had faded and she was ready for Clint to start moving now. "Clint," she whispered, her voice low and husky with lust. She brought her lips to his ear, "Make love to me, Clint."

Clint slowly pulled out of her before pushing back in. They both moaned in pleasure at the sensation of his actions. He quickly set a firm pace, their hips meeting in a perfect rhythm they had learned while together in Europe.

Natasha's nails dug into Clint's back as they moved. Her body arched up into his, her body shivering in pleasure as he hit every sweet spot inside her. She moaned his name loudly, her mouth falling open as each one of his movements heightened her pleasure. "Clint. Yes. Fuck. Yes. More. Please," she moaned, her pleas interchanging between Russian, English and other languages that even Clint didn't know she could speak.

Clint leaned down and sucked on Natasha's breasts in time with his thrusts. Her walls fluttered around him, a sign he had long since learned was a signal for her oncoming orgasm. And a strong one at that.

"Clint. Please. Yes. Yes." She was close. So close.

"Come with me, Natasha. Please," Clint begged, his lips finding her ear. Her tightening and fluttering walls were bringing him so close to the edge. But he wanted to her to come with him. "Please."

Natasha could only scream his name into his neck as she came around him. Her quivering walls pulled Clint into his own orgasm. He shouted her name as he spilled his seed inside her. He buried his face between her breasts, muttering her name over and over again as they recovered their strength.

Natasha brought her hands up and trailed her fingers through Clint's hair. He sleepily placed soft kisses along her skin until he reached her lips. He kissed her longingly, making her moan in reply. She always like these quiet moments where Clint was still inside her but there was no frantic lust between them, driving them insane until their urges were satisfied.

"I love you, Natasha," he murmured against her lips, pulling away so he could trail his fingers over her face. He smiled softly at her before rolling over so she was on top of him.

Natasha leaned on her elbows as she looked down at him. She smiled as she traced her left hand over the various scars on his chest, following her fingertips with her Cupid bow lips. Moving up his chest until she met his lips, she smiled softly and whispered, "I love you too, Clint." Placing one more kiss above his heart, she rested her head in the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent as she let his heartbeat and soothing hands calm her to sleep. But one thought crossed her mind as she succumbed to sleep;

'Please come home to me and the baby, Clint. I don't want to raise our baby without you here with me.'

To answer the reviews from the previous chapter:

Books are awesome01: Yes, they are siblings :)

bellapaige88's review for Ch. 2: Yup, she gave money to the orphans (She's an orphan herself :)
He'd already decided not to kill her so why give a false name :)
Cool :)
Yup, youngish Clintasha ;)
It comes naturally, so why not? :)
Sorry about that

ClintBartonsGirl92: Thank you :) Since you asked so nicely, I will :) And yes. Yes, he is :)

Kearapark: Yes, they're twins :)

katara-zuko1714: Thank you :) I hope this was just as good :)

JuliaAurelia: Thank you :) I'll pass on the congratulations :) Told you she'd be showing up soon :)
Yes, yes he does. And he put the ring on it ;)

Aliana: First off, hats off to you for your amazingly hilarious review. It made my day. :)
Yes. Clint has a ring. And he's going to propose. Soon. So take a moment to calm down. Relax. You can squeal when he proposes ;) Oh, wait. He proposed in this chapter ;)
And yes, a baby boy :) I'm not revealing the name. Until he's born ;)
Oh, and yeah, by the way, Andrei is her brother :)

Fury-Natalia: Yes, they're long lost siblings :) I thought about it just being a coincidence but then decided against it :)