Author's Note: Many thanks to everyone for sticking with me and for Ozhawk for being an awesome beta. Who I am also blaming for the current Skye/Clint idea I'm working on. Also this is the first of three chapters of smut, which I totally blame of the picture on the internet of Jeremy Renner sitting with his feet kicked up on an antique desk and a hyperactive half naked Clint Barton roaming around in my head.

Chapter Ten: Mind Blowing

Clint knew, even without lifting his mouth from Shay's, that they were never going to make it upstairs to his bedroom, they had barely made it inside the front door and he already felt like he was combusting.

Backing into the room to his right Clint pulled Shay along easily, his large hands gliding from her lower back to her ass, he hadn't meant things to get this far when he'd kissed her after her revelation on the porch but he also couldn't stop himself.

As the desk hit the back of his thighs Clint turned them suddenly, lifting Shay to deposit her on it, he reluctantly pulled back from the kiss aware of the fact they both needed to breathe and rested his forehead against hers while murmuring "You have a rather devastating effect on me too darlin', in case you hadn't noticed."

Clint couldn't contain the shiver that went through his body when cool hands settled beneath his shirt on his abs; it was this stark contrast on his heated skin that had him slide his hands free of their entrapment between Shay's delicious denim clad ass and the top of the antique desk she sat upon.

Leaning his torso back slightly, Clint reached back behind his head to grasp the collar of his t-shirt, pulled it easily up over his head and dropped it on the desk behind Shay. Watching her chocolate eyes widen and rake their way down his chest he couldn't stop the wicked grin that pulled at his mouth in satisfaction as her pupils blew wide.

As her gaze fell upon the dressing at his left shoulder and her brow furrowed, Clint slipped two fingers beneath her chin, tilting her head back and leaning in to nip lightly at her lips before murmuring "Don't go there. I know what I can and can't do with this type of injury."

He didn't give her a chance to respond, instead reclaiming her lips in a frenzied kiss, his free hand slipping beneath the hem of her long sleeved t-shirt to rest on her side. Their tongues battled in a war of dominance within the kiss, a war that Clint eventually lost when he was distracted by lean shapely legs wrapping around his waist.

Breaking the kiss on a groan as Shay used her legs to pull him closer while wriggling forward, Clint took the opportunity to slip his other hand beneath her shirt in order to slowly peel the material off her.

When her hands reluctantly moved as Shay lifted her arms so he could pull the shirt over her head, Clint leant down to nuzzle and nip at her neck, a low growl rumbling against her delicate skin as she gasped softly and ground her pelvis against his groin.

He'd learnt over the past week that he definitely had no trouble getting hard where Shay was involved, in fact the simplest little movement such as the way she flicked her hair or even the shy smiles she threw his way would get him so riled up that he would wind up needing a cold shower or two before he could even face her again.

So it was no surprise that his cock twitched, hardening even more than he'd already been, when she ground against him. Once her shirt was over her head he flung it haphazardly across the room and settled his hands, one on her lower back, the other between her shoulder blades as his mouth sucked and nipped at the side of her neck.

Finally lifting his head from Shay's neck after several long minutes, Clint surveyed the sizeable hickey he'd left behind before his gaze wandered lower to settle on the simple black cotton bra shielding her breasts from his view.

Moving his hands Clint deftly unfastened the bra, watching silently as Shay lifted her hands to her shoulders to slide the straps down pulling the bra free to bare her breasts fully to his hungry gaze.

As Shay braced her hands behind her on the desk leaning back slightly, he caught sight of a scrawl of black starting on her ribs and disappearing beneath her left breast. Leaning in to get a better look Clint brought one hand round to lightly trace one calloused finger across his words where they resided on her.

Her words on him now made a lot of sense, he'd always been curious what on earth he'd said to his soulmate to land him with No, you moron, you're not dead. Not to mention the fact that Barney had never let him forget it.

Curling his right arm around Shay's waist Clint latched on to her left nipple, his tongue flicking teasingly over the nub as his free hand closed on her other breast, his thumb and index finger pinching lightly before alternating into a gentle kneading.

The soft moan that slipped free of Shay's delectable, slightly swollen lips combined with the sudden jerk of her hips drew a low guttural groan from his throat, which she more likely felt vibrating against her skin than heard.

He hadn't thought it possible to get harder than he already was while they were both still mostly clothed, yet that moan and the jerk of her hips had done exactly that, the confines of his jeans now a rather erotic combination of pleasure and pain.

A not so subtle shove against his ribs forced Clint to lift his head from her breast. His midnight blue eyes roamed up the delicate column of her throat, pausing momentarily at her mouth as that wicked tongue darted out to moisten her lips, until they met dark chocolate as Shay's silky voice murmured "My turn."

The tone of her voice combined with her sliding off the desk, along his sizable and rather painfully confined erection made his head spin. Closing his eyes Clint wondered, not for the first time, if he was actually going to survive this in one piece.

A sharp nip at his bicep, followed by soft hands roaming his chest was the only clue Clint had to the fact Shay had managed to slip out from between his body and the desk.

His eyes slowly drifted open as he turned around, her hands shifting to move with him as they continued mapping and tracing the varied scars he bore, though when Shay lowered her mouth to one on his collar bone, her tongue tracing along the puckered skin Clint could barely contain the groan and had to grab the edge of the desk behind him for support.

The pattern continued; wherever her fingers had traced her mouth and tongue soon followed, though when her lips lightly brushed over the first of his newly healed stab wounds he shuddered. He heard the hitch to her breath the same moment he felt her hands stall, and murmured, "It's ok, that's just very sensitive. In a good way."

Clint really was happy to let Shay explore his scars to her hearts content, he just really couldn't keep watching that wicked little mouth. He was already too close to coming, so letting his head drop back slightly he focused his gaze on the ceiling and tried to hold himself together.

The last impression he wanted to give her was that of a horny teenager with no control, however when her short nails raked down over his denim clad thighs he resorted to mentally picturing himself in his shooting range with his bow.

Shay's silky voice calling his name snapped Clint's attention back to reality and he was suddenly aware that his feet were bare on the smooth wooden floor, the tentative brush of her fingers above the waistband of his jeans had his gaze dropping down to meet hers.

He suddenly became acutely aware of the silent question Shay was asking when her fingers came to rest on his belt buckle, tapping lightly as her eyes never left his. He let go of the desk with one hand to reach out, pushing a stray strand of hair from her eyes and tucking it behind her ear as he groaned "God, yes please?"

Unable to tear his eyes away Clint watched deft fingers hastily unfasten his belt and the button of his jeans, the slight relief of pressure on his achingly hard cock welcome. When Shay's hand stroked over his throbbing erection through the denim there was no way possible she could miss the groan that escaped as his hips reflexively jerked forward seeking a release for the building pressure.

As the constriction of the denim loosened when Shay finally eased the zipper down, Clint shifted restlessly his gaze suddenly focused on the top of her head, her gaze now focused on slowly, too slowly for his liking mind you, sliding the denim down his muscular legs.

Sucking in a sharp breath as Shay licked up the length of his erect cock, Clint's grip on the desk tightened, his knuckles turning white as she tentatively swiped her mischievous tongue along his tip.

As her warm, moist mouth closed around the head of his erection Clint was certain the only reason he was still standing was due to the death grip he had on the desk and his muscular arms supporting him, whether that was due to his legs going slightly weak or the fact his jeans were bunched at his knees he wasn't entirely certain.

Biting back a groan Clint forced his eyes shut and tried to remain stock still, he was fighting an overwhelming urge to thrust into the warm depths of Shay's mouth, a selfish asshole he might be at times but he'd let her decide exactly how much of him she wanted.

As the sensation of sliding deeper into her warm mouth was joined with the lightest scrape of teeth over the top of his shaft Clint groaned loudly, his head dropping forward as his eyes snapped open to watch the top of Shay's head sliding back and forth along his length.

She was experimenting, he knew that much, trying to figure out what he liked and didn't like, one minute her mouth would be loose, the next tight; or she'd hum which was usually followed by a flick of her tongue to the underside of his shaft, the one that really blew his mind though, and for the life of him he couldn't figure out why he'd never experienced it before, was when her tongue would curl around his shaft the top bumpy side as she went down and the slick underside as she came back up.

Clint knew he was seriously close to coming apart when that familiar tingle ran down the length of his spine and he felt his balls tighten, moving one hand from the edge of the desk he ran his calloused fingers through Shay's soft, silky hair, his voice little more than a husky groan as he spoke. "Shay, so…..close."

It was her last little trick of licking the underside of his engorged head that triggered his release, his only warning to her a guttural grunt, his hips jerking reflexively into her mouth as she sank back down on him. He felt her hands move to his hips, fingers stroking teasingly lightly as he shattered, hot spurts of his semen shooting into her mouth, his release intensified by the gentle movement of her tongue on the underside of his length as she worked to swallow.

None of his past girlfriends or, what had Maria called them to him once, dalliances had ever swallowed his release so willingly, the one time Bobbi had been forced to, mostly because he hadn't had time to warn her, she'd literally kicked his ass for it breaking four of his ribs in the process.

Sitting his ass back heavily on the edge of the desk Clint reached down to grasp Shay's upper arms gently. As her moist mouth slipped off his now dwindling length with a wet pop he carefully pulled her to her feet, leaning in to desperately capture that talented mouth of hers in a gentle kiss.

As his tongue danced with hers, occasionally detouring to brush the roof of her mouth, Clint could taste his salty essence still lingering in her mouth. It was a rather heady sensation for him, especially when combined with the denim of her jeans brushing against his bare thighs as Shay shifted restlessly.

"Now," he growled softly against her ear after he was finally able to make himself stop kissing her, "now I'm gonna lay you down on this desk and return the favour."