A.N: Short and sweet - hope you enjoy. Thank you all for the continued feedback and support - I don't say that as often as you deserve. As always I'd love to know what you think.
Concentrating on the feel of his body against her own, smooth and hard and soft and warm, Natasha fought the knowledge that their lives were about to change again. Normally it was easy for her to pretend that the real world could not reach them, easy to lose herself in the proximity of his form but there wasn't any escape that morning.
"Don't think about it," he whispered, the touch of his words against the back of her neck sent sweet shivers through her. Twisting her face around toward his own, he brought his lips to hers. The reaction was instantaneous, a slow slumbering of her blood that warmed her body for him. His kiss was soft, almost tentative but the familiar heat soon rose between them as his fingers traced the bones of her spine, feather light touches that stole her breath and sped her pulse.
Lost, she turned to face him, pulling him until their mouths fused and she could wrap her body around his like Christmas lights. He tasted her desperation and answered it with his own, mouth plundering hers, though his hands moved with characteristic gentleness, calloused fingertips moving across her skin and leaving trails of fire in their wake. Slowly he chased the sensations in her body, coaxing her into forgetting about the world and focussing only on him as he brought her to orgasm, looking down at her with a lovers eyes, eyes that were filled with the dark knowledge of a hundred couplings. His touch brought her exquisite pleasure but his eyes, those endless stormy eyes made her burn.
Behind closed eyelids Natasha saw stars, her body burning from the inside out as Clint slid up her body, hips coming to rest between her thighs, fingers reaching out and entwining with her own. With each brush of his lips against her skin small aftershocks rippled through her body. There was something undeniably reassuring in the way that they fit together, in the fact that they could be eye to eye while he moved inside her. The days of indecision about their relationship were long gone, they both knew that there was no going back, that no matter what happened the feelings weren't going anywhere. They would be in love until it killed them both.
Eyes darkened with want, he looked down at her, face beautifully intense as he pushed away the realities that waited for them with each stroke of his body. Natasha surrendered to him, meeting his every movement with her own, clutching his neck and wrapping her legs around his waist, taking him as hard and deep as her limber body could manage. It wasn't long before she felt that familiar rush tearing through her, blood boiling in her veins as he moved in and above her. Rocking her hips in time with his, she planted fevered kisses at his throat and jaw, joining their mouths once again so that she could breathe her approval into his mouth. Her release came out of nowhere, back arching, eyes widening as they locked with his while he rode out his own orgasm above her, the squeeze of her core muscles bringing a look of soft astonishment to his face as he came.
His voice was soft, ragged, beautifully intense, like the first rumble of thunder from an approaching storm. "Merry Christmas Nat," he murmured between kisses.
"Merry Christmas Clint," she replied, a smile creeping across her face despite her dislike for the holidays and all that they represented. He had given her the one thing that she wanted when he had given her himself, there was nothing else that she could ask him for that would mean more to her, nothing that could compare. He had done the impossible; he had made the warrior in her feel like a woman.
They didn't bother with a big fancy dinner, dining instead on cold cuts from the previous day and bread that Clint had made himself. Before the fire, they drank wine and traded kisses as well as gifts that they had made or fashioned for one another. Clint had whittled a wooden pendant for her, a tiny yet exquisite rendering of a hawk which he had threaded onto a thin strip of leather and fastened around her throat. To her relief, he seemed thrilled with the dream catcher she had woven for him, hanging it by the window in the bedroom and thanking her with a kiss that made her insides melt.
They played chess and stayed up long into the night, waiting until the fire was dying to fall into bed, full of good humour and amorous intent. They gave themselves to the night and the pleasures that could be found in its embrace and they didn't let the real world in to touch them. Neither of them mentioned the fact that the call had come two days earlier, nor did they talk about the fact that the dream that was their time at the cabin was coming to an end. In less than a week they would be back at SHIELD and, though they were both ready to get back to work, their time together as a normal couple would be over.