Author's Note: This chapter is NSFW.
As the afternoon turned into night Skye had been quietly watching all her friends and adopted family getting progressively drunker, with the exception of May and Natasha, both of whom could apparently hold their alcohol better than most. She'd been careful with how much she was drinking, having the occasional glass of champagne but mostly sticking with orange juice; the last thing she wanted was to get completely drunk.
Fitz was currently dozing on the couch using Lucky as a pillow, a scene which Skye found seriously adorable. Pulling the blanket off the back of the couch over Fitz, Skye couldn't help but smile.
In the kitchen Skye could hear Maria and Pepper already trying to coax ideas out of Jemma for things she'd like for her wedding, not that Bucky had actually asked her or anything as far as Skye knew, so she assumed the two women were just mentally taking notes.
Natasha, Bobbi and May had migrated to the lounge chairs around the pool not long ago, with the Russian's favourite bottle of vodka if Skye wasn't mistaken; slipping quietly from the lounge she was silently thankful for JARVIS as the lights dimmed.
Standing midway between the kitchen and the door leading out to the deck Skye was debating over her options, she could join the small group in the kitchen or the group by the pool. In the end she decided to quietly make her way upstairs, exhaustion getting the better of her, stepping into the room she'd been given the day before Skye didn't even bother turning the light on instead relishing the soft moonlight ebbing in through the windows.
Skye crossed to the windows, looking out over the view she reached up to start pulling the bobby pins from her hair, though they soon wound up scattered on the floor as Clint's voice rasped "You weren't planning on retiring without me were you?"
"You looked like you were having fun; I didn't have the heart to tear you away from them," Skye said quietly as she turned to lean against the window, her mouth curving into a warm smile as she watched Clint shed his jacket and throw it haphazardly to the side.
The short sleeved white shirt he wore didn't really surprise her, Skye was now rather used to it and she really didn't mind the view, Clint stopped in front of her with barely an inch between them as his hands settled on her hips.
"I'd much rather be here making love to my wife. It is our wedding night after all."
Skye couldn't stop the shudder that wracked her body, whether it was from the cool glass of the window seeping through her dress or the husky drawl of Clint's words she wasn't sure.
"You are incorrigible, Clint," Skye said with a soft chuckle as she draped her arms over Clint's shoulders, pressing her body flush against his Skye cocked her head to one side and back slightly to nibble at his jaw.
"I think you secretly love that about me, Skye," Clint rumbled as he lifted one hand to her hair, his calloused fingers twisting into the thick strands to tug gently till he was looking into her eyes "Or maybe not so secretly."
"What can I say, you're a bad influence," Skye purred as she ran one hand over Clint's shoulder and down his chest, she shifted enough to give her hand room to move as she worked her hand along his chest to press lightly against the growing bulge in his suit pants.
A rush of power surged through Skye as Clint growled, low in his throat, his hips grinding his confined erection into her hand as his mouth latched onto the side of her neck.
Pulling her hands away from Clint, Skye turned suddenly, planting her hands against the window; her head turned enough to look at Clint over her shoulder as she wriggled her ass back against his groin. Smirking as she heard the low huff of Clint's sudden exhale, Skye felt Clint's arm wrap around her waist as his other hand skimmed around her neck to the zipper of her dress.
The gentle rasp of her zipper sounded loud in the silent room as Clint eased it all the way down, his hand slipping beneath the parted material to splay over her back, drew a breathless gasp from Skye as it skimmed up her back. His other hand joined it to start easing the fabric down over her shoulders, pushing off the glass to straighten Skye let her back rest against Clint's chest as he slowly manoeuvred her dress down her body.
When the satin and lace pooled at her feet Skye stepped easily out to one side, turned slightly and reached up to curl her fingers around Clint's tie, tugging the tie gently she used it like a lead to draw Clint along with her towards the large bed. Bracing her hands against Clint's chest Skye gave a gentle shove so that Clint bounced once before settling seated on the side of the bed, straddling his legs Skye sat down on his lap, her hands reaching up to work Clint's tie loose.
Easing the tie over Clint's head Skye dropped it carelessly to the floor, as her fingers began working on slipping the buttons of Clint's shirt free she shuddered as his calloused fingers grazed upwards along her spine. It didn't take her long to figure out what Clint was doing, especially when she felt his fingers trace along the bottom of her bra before it suddenly fell across her legs.
Her fingers faltered as Clint's hands glided around her ribs and up to cup her breasts, kneading gently as his head dipped so he could fasten his mouth over her clavicle, the combined sensations drawing an embarrassing mewl from her throat. Fumbling to slip the last button free Skye slid her hands slowly upwards along Clint's bared chest, slipping beneath the fabric of his shirt she pushed it off over his shoulders, tugging it down his arms.
Pushing herself off Clint's lap Skye took a step back, running her hands along the column of her throat and down over her chest slowly, head tilted slightly as she watched Clint lean forward, licking at his lower lip. Lifting one of her feet to rest on his thigh, Skye arched one brow in silent question as she gently nudged his thigh, calloused fingers soon curled around her ankle as Clint's free hand eased the sandal from her foot before repeating the process. Gliding her hands over her taut stomach Skye grinned wickedly as Clint reached out to grab her, she darted back out of his reach with a soft laugh as her thumbs hooked beneath the waistband of her panties.
"Skye," Clint groaned, watching as she shimmed her hips and eased the white fabric down her slender legs, he flopped back onto the mattress with a low growled "Sweetheart, you're killing me here."
"I'm killing you? I'm not the one still wearing pants," came Skye's soft retort moments before he felt the brush of her fingers up his thighs, Clint lifted his head to look down the length of his body just as Skye's tongue darted into his navel.
He felt the gentle tug on his belt buckle as Skye's fingers fumbled blindly to unfasten it, her silky hair splayed out across his stomach tickling his heated skin as she slowly nipped her way along the fine trail of hair from his navel to where it disappeared beneath his pants.
The quiet rasp of his zipper and the brush of Skye's fingers dipping beneath the waistband had Clint awkwardly lifting his hips, his own hands moving to push at his suit pants and boxers as Skye's fingers curled into the waistbands and pulled. Feeling the mattress dip Clint lifted his head again to look down his body just as Skye started to crawl up over him, her head lowered to occasionally nip at his skin meant that her hair was also tickling along his leg.
Skye's mouth brushing over the scar left behind by Loki had Clint's head dropping back to the mattress with a soft hiss, there were times he'd swear that scar was cold as ice but the moment Skye's tongue ran along it the sensation vanished and was replaced with warmth instead seeping into him.
When the teasing strokes of Skye's tongue ceased Clint forced his eyes open, looking up at Skye as she straddled his waist Clint groaned as she reached down, her soft fingers curling around his achingly hard cock and stroking tentatively. Sucking in a sharp breath as Skye slowly sank down onto his cock, Clint reached up to close his hands about her hips as she gently rocked them until she sat flush against his pelvis with a soft sigh.
Bringing his legs up to plant his feet on the mattress Clint grinned wolfishly as his thighs bumped against Skye's ass causing her to topple forward until her hands braced on his pectorals to help her keep her position. Looking up into her face as Skye quirked one delicate brow in silent question Clint gave a slight shrug at the same time he gently guided her hips to move as he thrust up a little.
They fell into a slow, tender rhythm, Skye rocking her hips into his thrusts and Clint helping her to slide up and down his thighs so she could ride him, he had a niggling feeling in the back of his mind that he wasn't going to last long given his exhaustion.
Though when he looked up to Skye's face and saw the way she was chewing at her lower lip as her head tilted back he knew she was hovering right on the edge of her climax, when she started rocking harder into his languid thrusts Clint's hands tightened on her hips.
Taking advantage of Skye's next glide up his thighs Clint rolled them so that Skye wound up beneath him, her body settling against the mattress had him almost completely withdrawn from her hot, slick welcoming core. Gliding his hands from her hips up along her ribcage Clint rocked forward on his knees thrusting harder into Skye, her quiet moan had Clint moving his hands off her ribs and up to circle around her wrists.
With a gentle tug Clint pulled Skye's warm, soft hands from his chest and manoeuvred them up over her head, he released his grip on her wrists in order to slide his hands along her wrists to twine their fingers together. On his next thrust into her Clint dropped his head to capture Skye's mouth with his own, swallowing the moan that had just been about to slip free.
Skye's legs tightening at his sides as her heels dug into his ass had Clint growling deep in his chest, the sound muted by her mouth, picking up the pace of his thrusts Clint moved frantically against Skye, the fluttering of her inner muscles around his cock driving him wild.
As her muscles clenched down tightly around him Clint found Skye's breasts pressed firmly against his chest as her back arched, her shoulders digging into the mattress as her fingers tightened around his. One solid thrust had him buried deep inside Skye's quivering core as his own climax erupted, bursting free in hot streaming bursts that had him breaking their kiss with a guttural groan, his body slumping against hers as they both rode out the aftershocks of their orgasms together.
Once both their bodies had stilled Clint rolled off Skye, settling on his side facing her he suspected neither of them really had the energy to move beneath the covers, when Skye rolled to face him one of her hands reaching blindly above her head returned with a pillow, she positioned it beneath both their heads as he reached back behind him to grab the quilt and pull it over them like a cocoon.
"Get some rest Sweetheart; we've got an early start in the morning. Nat and Bucky are going to drop us off at our honeymoon location first thing." Clint murmured softly as his forehead rested against Skye's so he could look into her sleepy brown eyes.
"Hmm, it's not like I have a choice. I was tired to begin with and now I'm utterly exhausted," Skye mumbled sleepily as she snuggled into the warmth of Clint's muscular body.
Chuckling softly Clint tucked the quilt around them as Skye snuggled in against him, he knew when she got comfortable as her breathing slowed and it wasn't long before he followed her into sleep.
The morning had been a blur thus far, after pouring two large travel mugs of coffee and grabbing two apples Clint had made his way aboard the quinjet following a drowsy Skye who had dropped heavily in the nearest seat. He'd handed over one of the apples and mugs of coffee, setting his own on the seat beside Skye as he'd crouched to fasten her restraints for her, settling himself beside her he'd started on his own breakfast.
"We'll be landing soon," Natasha called from the front of the quinjet.
When the quinjet touched down a couple of minutes later Clint unfastened his restraints before pushing out of the seat and moving to collect his dufflebag and Skye's, slinging one over his shoulder, he carried the other in his hand. Turning towards Skye as she rose he held out his free hand, a smile spreading on his face as her fingers curled around his.
Guiding her to the rear of the quinjet Clint felt his stomach tighten with nerves as they descended down the lowering ramp, his eyes quickly darted about the farm assessing his surroundings before settling on the farmhouse. He felt Skye pull to a stop as she sucked in a sharp breath, when he turned she was staring wide eyed, her eyes flicking rapidly from the expanse acreage to the barn and finally coming to rest on the house.
"Clint," Skye squeaked as she blinked slowly and tried to figure out what exactly she was going to say next. "This is a farm? Why are we on a farm?"
"Very astute, Skye. This is indeed a farm, to be precise it's our farm and I thought it'd be a good place to spend our honeymoon?" Clint said casually, he'd thought it a good idea at first but now that he was watching Skye and the way she was suddenly swallowing rapidly, her eyes wide as her boot scuffed the ground nervously.
"Clint, I'm a city girl I've never been anywhere near a farm, least of all know what the fuck to do with one!" Skye's voice cracked slightly and she was vaguely aware of Natasha and Bucky's amused chuckles from behind her, turning her head slightly she glared half heartedly at the two assassins, now in full blown laughter as she snapped "Oh laugh it up, you two, I have no qualms about knocking the both of you on your asses for not even thinking to warn me about this."
"I'll teach you what I know Skye, and what neither of us knows we'll learn together. I was thinking that maybe this would be our family home?" Clint was starting to feel a little sheepish now about not discussing this with Skye beforehand, he hadn't realised she'd been mostly a city girl nor that she'd have a slight freak out. "I won't lie, the house needs a lot of work, but we could make it ours. I'm willing to put in the hard work to fix it up however you like."
He watched as Skye gave the house an assessing once over before turning her gaze to the acreage and barn with her hands on her hips, Clint heard her sharp exhale before she turned back to him muttering "I swear to god Clinton Francis Barton, if I get kicked by a horse or bitten by a cow I'm so kicking your ass."
Clint couldn't stop the low rumble of laughter that burst free even though it had Skye glaring at him, even as she walked up and firmly punched him in the shoulder his laughter still continued as he spoke "Sweetheart, we don't even have any livestock yet so I think you're safe."
