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Sarah, the secretary made her way into Phillip's office to in from him of the news she just got. "Excuse me sir, these are the reports you wanted." She set them down on the desk. "And Mr. Barton just called; he's taking the day off." She said.

Phillip looked up at her with his jaw practically hitting the floor. "What."? He exclaimed. Did he hear correctly, was he taking the day off? Clint has never taken a day off in his life, work is his life. Then it dawned on him. He scoffed at the thought, of course, so he can spend the day with the hooker. He couldn't believe he would blow off work to screw a cheap, streetwalker.

"Yes, that's what he said." She smiled, even she couldn't believe it either, but he deserved it, she thought.

Clint and Natasha decided to take a stroll in the park, since it was a nice day outside. Even though it was Clint's day off to relax, he still had on a suit. It was habit, I guess. Natasha was casual, wearing a short black dress with black flats. They were walking along the water fountain, when Natasha spotted a hot dog stand. "I'm starving, there's a Snap Dog vendor. Do you have any money."? She asked.

He nodded. "I have money, but I have no idea what a snap dog is." He said.

Natasha held Clint's hand. "Well, I'm gonna…well you will buy the snap dog, and we will cop-a-squat under a tree somewhere."

"Cop a what."? He looked Natasha in confusion.

"Cop-a-squat." She said as she guided him towards the snap dog vendor.

Natasha found a spot under a tree, where she laid a blanket for them to relax. Now she proceeded to take off his shoes.

"All right, read the first two pages." Clint was on the phone, of course trying to sneak in a little work.

Natasha sighed, does that man not know the definition of relaxation, seriously. She had enough of this; she grabbed the phone out of Clint's hand and hung up the phone.

"I was talking to someone." He said.

After a long lecture from Natasha about relaxation, Clint decided that she was right. He was taking the day off, which consisted of him doing nothing related to work. So he then came up with the idea of them going horseback riding. He hadn't since he was a little kid, and he enjoyed it. He was thankful that he found someone like Natasha that showed him to enjoy the little things in life. Since he was always working he never got the chance to stop and observe all the things that surrounded him. He then realized that he wasn't enjoying life anymore, he was always stuck in an office and now this will be always something he will always be thankful for Natasha. Showing him life again.

Natasha was just thankful that she had the right appropriate clothing for the outing. She never rode a horse before, but she was getting the hang of it, like she has been riding a horse all of her life.

Clint noticed that though. He knew it was extremely difficult to ride a horse, especially for the first time and Natasha did it with ease.

"You really have the hang of this, don't you."? Clint smiled at her.

"Well yeah, I mean you did say to me once after we slept together that I rode you like a championship horse rider. So, of course it will only come natural to me, right."? Natasha grinned and then laughed when she noticed Clint blush.

Clint cleared his throat awkwardly. "It slipped out." Clint's blush grew deeper, but thankfully you couldn't tell too much because the sun was setting down. Wait what? The sun was setting already? I guess time does fly by when you're having fun, he thought. "Ok, let's go back." He said.

They both got off their horses and walked them back the stable.

"I had a really good time, Clint." Natasha smiled softly at him.

"I'm glad you did." He smiled back at her, while wrapping his arm around her waist and kissed her forehead.

A little while in to the night, after stopping by a café. They were riding in the limo to go back to the hotel with their fingers intertwined with one another. Although this only is a one week deal, they acted more like a couple. Even by standers will comment on how an adorable couple they are. They both smiled politely and but they didn't correct them, either.

"Did you know that two of the back pieces we heard tonight, were found by Felix Mendelssohn, in a butcher's shop."? Clint asked.

Natasha tried to pay attention to Clint was telling her, but her attention went somewhere else. The limo turned to Hollywood Boulevard and she started to shake.

"Wait, what's with you? You're fidgeting." Clint said as he saw her hands shake. Ok, now he was worried, because she hadn't done that in a while.

"Um, there's a club up here and I'd like to stop into for a second, to see my roommate, if that's okay."? She said.

Clint sighed in relief. "Absolutely." He smiled at her. "Darryl"?

"Darryl, can you just please pull up into the back alley way, please."?

"The Blue Banana."? Clint asked when he saw the club.

"Yes, The Blue Banana."

"What a colorful life you lead." Clint said.

Darryl pulled into the alley way, where Natasha and Clint got out of the car.

"If you say this is a nice place, then I'm sure it is." Clint stated. Sure it wasn't Beverly Hills, but Natasha likes it and he will like whatever Natasha likes.

"I just want to run in for a minute to see if she's there. So just stay here, I'm hoping they don't spot this limo as it is."

Clint nodded. "I'll block it with my body." He spread out his arms in attempt to cover the limo and laughed.

Natasha turned to him and managed a smile before walking in the club.

"Hey Nat, you looking good, did you win the lottery or what."? Ryder turned to her as he eyed her up and down.

Natasha had on a purple strapless dress that went to her knees. But she ignored him and pushed by him to search for Kit. "Hey Rachel, have you've seen Kit."?

"Not since Tuesday." Rachel replied. "Oh and Carlos is looking for her."

Natasha nodded and went towards the bar.

"Hi honey, you look great."

She smiled. "Thanks pops, have you've seen Kit."?

"She went to Santa Barbara." He said.

Natasha pulled out a card from her purse. "Ok here's my number where I'll be for the rest of the week and have her call me and tell her to stop by, okay." Natasha handed him card to him.

"Okay honey." He nodded.

Natasha walked outside and immediately froze when she saw the scene before her. Carlos and his gang had Clint surrounded. Natasha took a deep breath, before slowly approaching them. "What's going on here."?

"I don't know, you just left and now I'm in the middle of west side story." Clint responded.

Carlos took the cigarette out of his mouth. "I think you owe me some money, baby."

"$200, to be exact." One of Carlos's friends spoke up.

Clint scoffed. "Don't you have school tomorrow, or something."

"Now, I hear you got yourself a new job." Carlos said.

Natasha rolled her eyes. "Let's leave." She told Clint and made a move to pass Carlos but was unsuccessful.

"You ain't going no place, baby." Carlos threatened.

"Hey, hey, hey." Clint stepped in front of Natasha and pushed her back.

"You're out of your neighborhood, this ain't no Beverly Hills."

"Oh god, I don't believe this." He saw Carlos's gang come closer to him. "Wait, this guy has a knife coming out of his skateboard, he's going to stab me…and what are going to do, strangle me with a slinky."? He exclaimed when he spotted a guy was a colorful slinky in his hand. God this was the most ridiculous display he's ever seen. Despite of a good handful of his gang surrounding him, he wasn't afraid, he will do anything to protect Natasha, even if it meant him getting stabbed and in this case be strangled by a slinky. "Okay, this is what is happening; you believe that this person," He pointed towards Natasha "owes you money, right? $200."?

"That's right." Carlos replied.

"Why"? Clint asked.

"Because this is my block."

Clint turned to Natasha."His block."?

Natasha just watched as the scene unfolded in front of her. She didn't Clint to get hurt, but watching him defend her, her heart swelled with joy. "He's a drug dealer, it's about Kit. Let's just go Clint." She grabbed his arm.

Carlos once again stopped them. "So, Clint, what does it feel to be a trick."?

"I am not a trick." Clint scoffed and pointed towards Darryl. "This is a trick. Darryl, left pocket." Clint instructed.

Darryl opened up his jacket to reveal a gun he had in his pocket.

"Isn't that incredible? And he does have a permit. Thank you gentlemen." He grabbed Natasha and led her towards the limo, before Clint stopped and turned to Carlos. "Don't you ever go near her again." He said.

Carlos huffed out in anger.

"Does Darryl always carry a gun"? Natasha asked Clint when they were inside the limo.

"When he drives me, yes." Clint replied.

Natasha was finishing putting on her lotion, her daily routine before going to bed. She ran her hands over her hair as she walked out of the bathroom, only to stop in amazement when she saw the scene before her. "He sleeps." She smiled.

Clint was sleeping against the head board of the bed.

Natasha slowly approached him; she sat next to him and just looked at him for awhile. He looked so serene and peaceful; this was the first time she saw him sleeping actually. She lifted her right hand to her mouth; she lightly pressed a kiss on her index finger and gently pressed it against his lips, careful not to wake him. Natasha got a feeling to be near him, so she leaned in closer and she softly placed a tender kiss on his cheek. She pulled back slightly and her gaze lingered on his lips. They looked so soft and tempting. She knew that she was going in to personal territory, especially after what Kit taught her, to not to ever kiss clients on the mouth. But that was it, Clint wasn't just a client anymore to her, he was more, much, much more to her. Without hesitation she lightly pressed her lips on his.

Clint softly gasped and immediately woke up and met with Natasha's emerald green eyes. Wait, did she just kiss him? This was something that he wanted to do since day one, and the other time on the piano but she rejected him twice, and ever since then, he stopped trying. But now she initiated their kiss first. Was he dreaming? Was it by accident? But she was smiling though, as if she wanted to do it. He just closed his eyes again.

Natasha smiled at his expression, boy she really surprised him, didn't she? She leaned in again and this time she firmly placed a kiss on his lips. After a few soft pecks; she captured his lips completely.

Clint was reeling, the feel of her lips was amazing, they were softer than he imagined and her mouth was sweet. After the pecks she gave him, he couldn't take it anymore. He leaned forward and cupped her face in his hands to put more power into the kiss. After a little while of exploring and familiarizing with each other's lips; the kiss grew, more passionate and hungry.

Natasha didn't know she was holding her breath until Clint's hands slides through her hair, tilting her head just so, and she gasps and wraps her arms around her neck and Clint laid her gently on the bed, with him on top of her. Mouths are made for this, Natasha thinks. Clint's mouth is made for this. His kiss is so possessive, so demanding, so passionate, and so perfect. Natasha thinks it was worth waiting a whole year for. Since she never kissed clients in the mouth and she hadn't had a boyfriend in a while, so Clint was her first kiss in over a year and it was worth every second of waiting.

Clint was just as overwhelmed as she was, the feeling was incredible. He found the hem of her white nightgown, honestly he didn't care for the lingerie she was wearing, and he briefly broke the kiss to lift if over her head and throw it on the floor. Yes, she was naked underneath it, but he didn't care, he had seen that already. He quickly latched his lips on to her again. He pulled away and looked at her, he traced her lips with his fingers, and he couldn't believe this was happening, he kept having to pull back to see that it wasn't a dream. He looked in to her eyes and leaned in the catch her lips in a passionate kiss.

The moment his tongue touches her, Natasha knows that there was no stopping what she was feeling right now. She runs her hands over his chest, loving the fact he wasn't wearing a shirt, seeing he was only is boxers. She could kiss him forever and it still wouldn't be enough. After he is gone, it is his mouth she will remember- his lips firm against hers, his tongue alive in her mouth. And when she is intoxicated, dizzy from it, he'll lift his head and smile at her and the night will unravel.

He grazes a knuckle against the side of her breast and her nipple puckers instantly. His fingers drift across her collarbone, down her shoulder, dip into the little bowl at her elbow and she whispers his name. But this is torture of the best kind and she hopes he'll string it out forever because when he is done, when they are done, he will leave and she will be alone again.

She pushes her hips up.

"Patience," he told her.

His palm grazes her stomach, slides down over her sharp hip-bone and then drifts down her leg. Then his mouth is at her nipple, closed around it, sucking and pulling and Natasha feels the center of things shift.

It's going too fast. And not fast enough. She arches into his, feels his broad hand supporting her back, holding her still.

After, getting rid of his boxers, then he is between her legs, his fingers gentle as he parts her. She watches him and he watches her as he leans into her, pressing that beautiful mouth into her slick center, his tongue flat and then precise.

"Oh, God, Clint." She moaned. Natasha tries to stay still. But then Clint's finger is curled inside, pressing against her and he's sucking her clit, humming her name and her toes are curled against the bed and her hips are reaching for the stars and …

"Jesus!" she groaned.

But he doesn't stop. There is always more with Clint. Another pinnacle to reach.

He slides another finger into her, rests his thumb against her clit and slides up her body to nudge at her nipple with his tongue. She has barely recovered from her first orgasm before he has her speeding towards her second.

"Stop," she protested.

"Can't," he responded.

She feels his teeth at her areola. The pain is insignificant. The pleasure is not.

She feels the waves of bliss. No one fills her like this. Only Clint. He is the only one.

He is angled over her, his elbows locked, his biceps corded with the effort of holding himself still and then he is moving, cautiously at first and then when she locks her ankles in the small of the back, he pushes harder.

It is new every time. She forgets what this feels like, his eyes on her, the slant of his cheekbone in the murky light, his fingers in her hair, pressing against the tiny marks on her breast, his cock relentless. And then he twists and pulls and she is on top, her hands on his shoulders, her breasts quivering, riding him like he is a beast that can be tamed,like their feelings can be controlled. Natasha feels it in every kiss, touch and this is too much for her. After claiming she did it like a robot, with no emotion, she let herself go a little bit on the piano encounter and pulled back a little after that. But now, she has actually fully given herself to him, all of her emotions and feelings.

She can feel him in her belly. She tosses her head back, tilts her pelvis forward and hits the sweet spot in the seconds before his fingers find her clit.

They come together, soundless, except for Natasha's tiny moan. She collapses on top of him. Both satisfied and content. She smiled when he pressed a kiss on her forehead, now she felt special. After countless fucks throughout her career, she finally made love. As she was happy that it was with Clint.

A little while later, Natasha got her wish, Clint is actually sleeping next to her in bed and is holding her in his arms and he already drifted off to sleep. Natasha felt safe and secure in his arms and she ran her fingers on her arms and chest. After they made love and Natasha felt emotions that she has never felt before, now she was certain of her feelings. The feeling she has been struggling with over the past days. She finally admitted it. "I love you, Clint." She whispered and smiled in content, before closing her eyes and drifting off to a dreamless sleep.

Little did she know that Clint was only resting his eyes. Clint slowly opened them and he heard everything Natasha said.

A/N: Again sorry for the delay, but I wanted to get the love scene right, I didn't want to rush through it. So how was it? Please review and let me know! :)