A/n: i am sooooo sorry for the delay in posti this chapter. Honestly i thoughti had posted it and wondered why it hadnt gotten any reviews...

Well here it is and no i couldn't resist writing the sexy time scene... Ive missed writing Clint and Nat :) Enjoy and dont forget to review!

Chapter 10

Clint looked to Natasha who was clutching the backpack to her chest.

"Tasha, are you okay?" he asked softly.

"She's alive, Clint. Our baby is alive," Natasha all but whispered.

Clint smiled and sat down next to his wife, "I know," he replied.

He watched her face slowly break into a grin as the realization sunk in. She loosened her grip on the backpack and turned to face Clint. Suddenly, she took his face into her hands and crashed her lips against his in a heated kiss.

Clint enthusiastically replied breaking away and peppering kisses down the length of her throat.

"She's coming home, Clint," Natasha gasped her eyes closing in pleasure.

"I know," he murmured against her skin.

Natasha ran her hands through Clint's hair, gently tugging his mouth back up to hers. The backpack slipped off her lap as she shifted into Clint's lap.

"We aren't going to get to do this when she's here," Clint said once he pulled away for air.

Natasha gave him a sly grin, "I guess we need to get this out of our system now."

Clint chuckled as Natasha wrapped her legs around his waist.

"As you wish," he murmured picking her up and carrying her to their room.

He laid her down on the bed and stepped back for a moment to look at her. In her eyes, she was absolutely beautiful. Her shoulder length red curls were splayed out around her head framing her face.

Natasha rolled her eyes at him and scooted up the bed, kicking the sheets down as she went.

Clint finally crawled onto the bed as well and crept up her body. He hovered over her for a moment before dipping down and capturing her lips in a sweet kiss. Natasha snaked her hands up under his shirt, caressing his chiseled chest; she had never gotten tired of the feel of his muscles. She took advantage of his need for air and pulled his shirt off.

Clint sat up and pulled her with him. He ran his hands under her shirt, tracing her spine as he gently nipped at the skin between her neck and shoulder.

He peeled the garment away from her silky skin and tossed it to join his own. Shortly after, her bra joined the pile.

Slowly, Clint made his way down to her breasts, causing her to gasp as he took one peak into his mouth. Natasha ran her hands through his hair encouraging him on with her soft moans of satisfaction. Clint used his other hand to massage her other breast as he sucked on its twin.

"Clint," Natasha moaned, arching her body towards him.

Clint smiled against her skin and began to trail kissed down her abdomen, dragging his hands down her sides as he went. He paused when he reached the skin just above her pants. He traced the faint stretch marks; his vision clouding with tears momentarily.

Their baby was coming home. They were getting a second chance to be parents again.

He fumbled her pants button before finally dragging them along with her underwear down her legs. He crawled his way back up her body caressing her as he went. Natasha shivered as he started kissing her once more. She felt his hand drift lower and begin to tenderly stroke the inside of her thigh, causing her to let out a long moan.

Slowly, almost painfully, he brushed two fingers against her entrance. He couldn't suppress the shudder when he discovered how wet she was. Natasha gasped and bucked her hips against his hand.

"Don't tease," she hissed tugging his pants and boxers down in one swift motion.

Her hand wrapped around his hardened length giving him a few strokes. Clint groaned trying to keep his body under control.

"What was that about teasing?" he growled.

Natasha chuckled and lined him up with her entrance. She tilted her hips up causing the tip to slip in. Both let out a moan at the contact.

Slowly, Clint pushed himself into her, marveling at the feeling of her warmth surrounding him. After all these years, this never got old.

As he let her adjust to his size, he lazily kissed her jaw; waiting for permission to move. Natasha wrapped her legs around his thighs and gently bucked her hips against his causing him to slip in just a bit deeper.

Clint took this as a sign to move. He captured her lips again in a deep kiss and began to pull out and slowly thrust back in.

The angle was deliciously perfect, hitting all the right spots inside Natasha. She could already feel the knot tightening inside her as Clint set his slow and agonizing pace. She ran her nails down his shoulder blades and thrust her hips up to meet his, taking him in deeper.

Clint groaned into the crook of her shoulder as his pace stuttered for a moment. Natasha continued to meet his hips with each thrust, but it wasn't enough.

"Faster," she breathed into his ear as she played with the small hairs at the base of his neck.

She could feel Clint smile against her shoulder as he started to pick up the pace. The feeling of him gliding in and out of her was just too amazing.

"God, Tasha, you're so tight," Clint moaned biting at her ear lobe.

Natasha gasped as he thrust forward a little harder, enjoying the jolt of electricity it sent through her body. She was close, so close. Clint rolled his hips ever so slightly as he thrust into her causing something to finally snap inside her. Natasha let out a small scream as she came around him, clinging to his body.

Clint felt her walls ripple and clamp around him, urging him to keep going. He continued to thrust in and out through her orgasm, keeping his mind focused on things other than Natasha in order to keep himself from joining her.

He felt Natasha go limp against him and he stilled inside her. He brushed a couple of sweaty strands of hair behind her ear and kissing her lightly on her lips. He then wrapped his arms around her back and held her tight to his chest. Skillfully, Clint flipped them over to where she was laying on top of him.

Natasha giggled softly and pushed herself up above him, settling on his hips with him still nestled inside her. Clint sat up as well and scooted them back to where he could rest his back against the headboard. Natasha placed her hands on his shoulders and brought her knees up under her, raising herself up to where only the tip of him was still inside. Clint rested his hands on her hips and sat up a little more so he could kiss her.

Slowly Natasha sank back down on Clint's length moaning into his mouth and he filled her once more. Clint kept his hands firm on her hips as she set an agonizing slow pace. He watched her closed her eyes and scrunch her eyebrows up in concentration as she ground down against him. He snaked a hand between them and massaged one of her breasts while his other hand found her small bundle of nerves.

Natasha's eyes flew open as she gasped at the contact. Her entire body was a live wire. Clint leaned forward and sucked on her pulse point as he thrust his hips up into her. That was all it took to send Natasha hurdling over the edge again, this time dragging Clint with her.

Natasha collapsed forward on Clint, tucking her head under his chin.

She listened to the sound of his heartbeat in time with her own, slowly going back to a steadier rhythm. Clint ran his hands up and down her back, relishing in the after math of their orgasm.

"We should clean out the room tonight," Natasha breathed, her breath warm on his chest.

Clint took a deep breath and kissed the matted mess of hair on her head.

"We should shower first though," he mumbled.

"Probably," she replied nuzzling him.

Clint chuckled when Natasha tightened her grip around his body.

"I meant today," he whispered.

Natasha sighed and carefully climbed off her husband. She tousled her hair and slid off the bed heading towards the bathroom.

Clint watched her walk, his eyes glued to her gorgeous swaying hips and backside. She paused at the doorway and looked back at him with devilish grin.

"Well, are you going to join me or not?" she purred.

Clint smirked and practically leapt off the bed to join his wife.

After another round of lovemaking in the shower and a particularly large amount of hot water later, the two agents finally made it outside of the door to what was once Lucy's nursery.

Surprisingly, Natasha made the first move. She opened the door and flicked on the light switch.

The room was still in the same state that it had been after Loki took Lucy; it was mess. Natasha crossed to the overturned crib and ran her hand along the cool dusty wood.

"I regretted tearing this place apart for many years," she said softly.

Clint walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her middle, resting his chin on her shoulder.

"It's okay, we're gonna fix it," he whispered in her ear before planting a small kiss on her cheek.

He pulled away and knelt down to the pile of blankets and toys that had tumbled out of the crib, beginning to fold them neatly. Natasha took a deep breath and turned her attention to the mess of clothes surrounding the dresser.

She sat down on the floor and pulled a couple of articles towards her. She picked up an onesie and flipped it over to see which one it was. Her breath caught in her throat as she read the writing, "Littlest Avenger."

"Clint," she croaked holding up for him to see.

"Oh my god, I wondered where that had gone," he said leaning forward and taking the garment into his hand. "Damn, she was tiny," he chuckled.

"Keep it. I like that one," Natasha said.

Clint nodded and folded it up, setting it next to him. Slowly they sorted through the clothes; most of which were going to be donated. They piled the baby blankets, clothes, sheets, and stuffed animals into the crib and dragged it out into the living room.

They decided that the dresser and rocking chair could stay, but the changing table joined the crib. Clint found a cardboard box for them to put their small pile of mementos in, and then carefully tucked it away at the bottom of their closet. They finished somewhere around midnight. All that was left in the room was the beautiful paintings Steve had done, the dresser, the rocking chair, and a couple of stuffed animals that had been Lucy's favorites.

The two stood in the doorway observing their work.

"She'll be home tomorrow," Natasha whispered resting her head on Clint's shoulder.

"Yep and this time we won't have to get up five or six times to change her diaper," he chuckled. Natasha elbowed him in the ribs, but smiled.

"Come on, my Hawk, we need to go to bed," she said heading towards their bedroom.

Clint smiled and gave the room one last took before flipping the light off and closing the door.

"Right behind ya' Sexy Momma," he called out. Tomorrow would be perfect; tomorrow they would finally be a family again.