Chapter One: Budapest - The First Time Around (Part 1)
Their story sounds like some sort of cliché movie. Both seemingly single tourists looking for a bit of fun in a random hotel in Budapest. But both had a similar dark secret that neither had revealed to the other... That is, until now...
Five/ Six Years Ago... 2004...
Clint Barton was standing at the bar, drinking a bottle and pretending to read a book while the civil war continued to rage outside. He turned around as several soldiers entered the hotel lounge, playing the part of a curious tourist perfectly. Turning back to the bartender, he asked, "What's going on?" in perfect Hungarian.
"Somebody shot the Prime Minister. Police are looking for tourists travelling alone."
Clint turned again to look at the police officers (or soldiers, he was sure they were soldiers and not officers) with the sergeant catching sight of him, alone, at the bar.
The sergeant approached him. "Are you alone, Sir?"
Clint held his left hand, pretending not to hear. "What?"
"Sir, are you alone?"
Suddenly, a young red-haired woman entered the bar, looking panicked and in a hurry with several soldiers following her. "Miss, your passport please..."
Clint's attention was immediately caught by the red-haired beauty, as hers was caught by him. She was wearing a white sundress with a V-shaped front, showing off her cleavage enough to be suggestive but not too slutty. She had a white/cream handbag and nude heels. She was watching Clint with interest while a soldier tried to get her papers from her. "Ma'am, your papers!"
Turning to a soldier, the red-haired woman listened. "Ma'am, are you alone?"
"No," she replied before walking towards Clint as he did the same, taking his hand off his gun which he had placed in the back of his pants.
"No, no, no," Clint said in Hungarian as he approached the mysterious woman. "She's with me," he added, taking her hand in his and leading her away from the officers. "Excuse us." He led her to his room, the two easily slipping into the room. They both leaned against the double doors and listened to the soldiers searching for tourists alone.
"I'm Natasha," the red-head whispered after a moment of silence between the two.
"Clint," he replied, smiling at the red-haired beauty.
The two shook hands politely as Natasha whispered, "Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too."
The two chuckled as they waited for the soldiers to leave the floor...
"To dodging bullets," Natasha said, clinking her glass with Clint's.
"To dodging bullets," he agreed, smiling at the red-head before they both downed their shots.
"So it speaks," the red-head teased as she suddenly stood up. "But does it dance?" she asked, finishing her drink as she made her way to the dance floor.
Clint smirked as he folded his arms, rolling his head to follow the red-head's movements. He smirk grew as she dropped the glass in one of the bonfires; he couldn't help but find her actions the perfect acts of seduction. Standing up, the trained master assassin allowed himself to be seduced by this red-haired civilian who was his idea of Christmas morning.
Natasha smirked at Clint as she began to sway her hip a seductively, watching him come closer to her, taking his hand. The two fell into an easy rhythm, the chemistry between the two obvious to everyone in the outside dance area. They danced for what felt like hours until the thunderstorm began to pour down on top of them.
When everyone else had left, Natasha and Clint sat at a table under shade, keeping them dry from the rain. Mostly. She sat in Clint's lap, with his left hand resting firmly on the small of her back. The two shared a bottle of vodka, not bothering to use glasses just taking their swigs straight from the bottle.
Neither knew who leant in first. But as their lips met, neither cared. They kissed slowly at first but soon the heat between them became too much.
Clint dropped the bottle as he pulled Natasha closer to him, one arm around her neck with the other wrapped firmly around her slim waist. The red-head moaned as she wrapped her arms around his neck, moaning into his mouth as she let her hips grind into his.
"Let's bring this somewhere more private," he whispered against her lips. He slowly his tongue into her mouth, groaning in pleasure as she continued to grind her hips against his.
Natasha grinned against Clint's lips as he stood up, allowing her to wrap her long, lean legs around his firm, lean waist. "That would be a good idea," she mumbled, allowing him to carry her to his room, their lips never parting.
Once they reached his room, Natasha quickly learned that this stranger she had met after her mission was more like a moulded artist in bed. Unlike her previous relationship - if you can call an arranged marriage, where her so-called husband repeatedly raped her, a relationship - Clint took his time in making sure she saw stars all night.
He laid her down on the bed, easily pulling his white shirt off before crawling onto the bed and on top of her. "Are you sure you want this?" he asked as he leaned down and nibbled on her neck playfully. "You can always walk away."
"Do you ask every strange girl you meet and bring back to your room if they want to continue?" she teased.
Clint smirked before biting down on her neck. "No... But something about you is different," he replied honestly. Then he began to make his way down to her chest while bringing his hands to the hem of her dress.
"Mmmm... Then I'm sure I want this," she replied before moaning in pleasure as he bit teasingly on the inside of her left breast. 'Take my dress off," she requested, gripping the sheets as he bit and sucked on her skin.
"What ever you want Babe," Clint stated as he did as she requested, grinning as she arched up into his touch. "Anything else you want me to do... not do?" he asked as his dropped the dress to the floor.
Natasha smirked and leaned up on her elbows, looking at him seductively. "If you can make me forget about everything else in the world then you, sir, will definitely getting laid tonight," she stated confidently.
Clint grinned in reply before pushing her down onto the bed. "Then, Natasha, I better get started on making you see stars."
The red-head raised an eyebrow at his confident statement but soon learned that the sandy blonde had more than enough justice to be cocky in bed.
Clint leaned down and slowly, teasingly, sucked on her right nipple until she was moaning in pleasure. Then he moved to her other nipple, providing it with the same ministrations.
"Oh God... Clint... oh...Fuck, yes," she moaned in Russian, tossing her head back in pleasure. The man was a fucking artist with that mouth of his. Using his teeth, lips and tongue to tease her nipples until they were harder than rocks.
Clint continued to tease her nipples, pretending to not know which language she was moaning. But he had to admit that seeing such a beauty as this red-head in his arms was making him think he had died and gone to heaven.
Suddenly, Natasha's back arched high off the bed as she screamed out his name in pleasure as she came hard. And it added to Clint's ego that he had made her come so quickly. He slowly brought her down from her high, gently kissing her breasts until he saw her body slump back onto the bed.
The red-head gasped as she slowly opened her eyes again, bringing her Hans to Clint's hair. Slowly, she brought him up so she could kiss him deeply. She had never come so quickly as the orgasm Clint just brought her to. Not that she's had much experience with consensual sex partners. Well, she's never had consensual sex, period. Not that that matter at this very moment.
"Should I ask how you're that good?" Natasha whispered into Clint's mouth as she ran one hand down his chest and over his well-worked-out abs, moaning appreciatively into his mouth.
"Babe, you haven't seen nothing yet," he whispered before breaking the kiss, grinning as she raised an eyebrow at him.
"Should I doubt you?" she whispered teasingly.
"I'll show you exactly why you shouldn't," he replied before making his way down her body. Once he reached the apex of her legs, the twenty-five-year-old gently spread her legs so he could begin his second assault. "So you're a natural red-head, Natasha," he state after stripping off her panties,
"Pervert," she shot back before gas pong as he leaned down and teasingly ran his tongue along her slit. "Oh. Fuck, yes."
Clint didn't reply to her pervert comment, deciding that she tasted too good for him to stop. He grinned as he watched Natasha's thighs tensed on either side of his head when he sucked on her clit. Slowly, he brought his left hand up to between her folds, pushing two fingers inside her cunt. He began to move them at a teasingly slow pace while continuing to suck on her bundle of nerves.
Natasha fisted one hand in Clint's hair as he feasted on her while her other hand grabbed onto his back, her nails digging in deep as he drove her towards her second orgasm. She could get used to this.
"Oh God. Yes. Clint. There. Right there," she moaned in her mother tongue as Clint added a third finger inside her. He was relentless with his assault. And the spiral kept climbing with his ministrations.
Suddenly, the pleasure became too much for Natasha, arching her back high off the bed once more, screaming her ecstasy as she came hard on Clint's face and hand.
Clint greedily lapped up his rewards, smiling as he listened to Natasha's heavy breathing. Once he was satisfied that he had cleaned up all her juices, Clint slowly made his way up her body until he reached her lips. He kissed her deeply, smirking when she moaned at the taste of herself in his mouth.
"You're a fucking artist in bed, Clint," she whispered into his mouth as she wrapped her legs around his waist, groaning when she realised his was still wearing his pants. "Get naked. Now," she ordered, tugging on his pants.
"Impatient, I see," he teased, even though he desperately wanted to get naked and inside her.
"Are you saying that you don't want a release?" Natasha purred seductively, running her left index finger teasingly along the length of the bulge in Clint's pants. "Are you sure you don't want to stick your cock inside my cunt and take me?" she purred breathlessly into his ear.
"You're gonna make me come in my pants," he breathed in response, resting his forehead in the crook of her neck.
"Then let's get your pants off before that happens," she replied, undoing his pants and using her feet to strip them off. She raised an impressed eyebrow as his length was revealed to her deep green eyes. "Impressive package, Clint. You're at least nine inches," she whispered, wrapping her right hand around his cock, pumping him firmly.
"Oh God," he groaned, moving to lean his forehead against hers. "About, just under, under ten, I think," he whispered, opening his grey eyes to look into her green ones.
"If you're clean, we're good to go bare. If you want," Natasha whispered while continuing to pump his hard cock in her hand.
"Top or bottom?" he replied, bringing one hand to brush her sweaty locks from her face.
"Bottom," she replied, genuinely enjoying his steady weight on top of her.
"Tell me when, Babe," he whispered, kissing her forehead tenderly. He was nothing if not a gentleman when it came to treating women with respect. He had too much bad experience with men violating woman. And he would not be like that.
"Get this hard cock of yours inside my cunt and fuck me, Clint," Natasha purred seductively, grinning at him just as seductively.
Clint missed her hungrily as he helped her guide the head of his cock between her folds and into her entrance. Natasha gasped in pleasure as he slowly slid inside her, her walls stretching to accommodate his, not just long but, thick length inside her cunt.
The twenty-five-year-old still once he was fully seated inside the red-head, burying his face in the crook of her neck. "Please tell me you're not under the age of eighteen. Because, fuck, you're so fucking tight," he groaned into her skin.
"Twenty-one," she replied, gasping and moaning as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She planted her feet on the curve of his ass - which, she decided right there, was the best ass she'd ever seen - and forcing him deeper inside her. "I'm twenty-one-years-old. Born 22 November 1984. So no need to worry," she whispered.
"Then I've died and gone to heaven," he replied, raising his head to look her in the eye. "Fuck, how did I get this lucky?"
"Mmmm. Saved me an unnecessary night in the local police station from the result of mistaken identity," she half-lied; somebody else had finished her job for her.
"Yeah?" he chuckled, peppering kisses along her porcelain pale skin.
"Yes. Now, please fuck me," she moaned, moving one hand to squeeze his ass firmly.
"Yes, ma'am," he replied as he pulled back until only the head of his cock was still inside her. Then he slammed back inside her, making her cry out in pleasure at his actions.
"Yes! Fuck! Yes!" Natasha screamed, tossing her head back in pleasure as Clint set a brutal pace. But it was more than pleasurable for the red-head. "There! Yes! Clint!" she began to rant in Russian, pleasure overriding all her control.
Clint caught one of her hands, interlacing their fingers as he drove himself deeper inside her. Her feet were pushing down on his ass, her other hand digging into the flesh of his ass. "You feel so good," he whispered in between grunts ad groans. "Fuck," he groaned, moving his head to suck on her nipples teasingly. He slipped one arm under her back, tilting her hips so he could slid deeper inside her. And he was rewarded with sinful moans of approval from the red-head beneath him.
"Clint," she gasped, tossing her head to the side as said man moved to his knees, thrusting deeper and harder inside her. "I'm close. Fuck. I'm so close," she moaned, bringing her hand from his ass to his hair, gripping it firmly as she pulled his mouth to hers.
The two groaned into the kiss, both very close to their respective orgasms. Clint hooked his arm under one of Natasha's legs, keeping one of her hands pinned to the bed. "You need to tell me... if you want... me to come inside you... Natasha," he gasped, kissing her hungrily while pushing her leg over his shoulder.
"Inside. Don't you dare... pull out."
"Fuck," he groaned, finding her permission a sinful seductive gift. "I' gonna come." He brought one hand down between them, rubbing his thumb over her clit firmly. He wanted her to come before him, wanted to feel her walls milk him dry.
And that was all she needed to come apart.
Natasha screamed Clint's name out in pleasure as she came for the third time that night. Her walls clenched hard around his cock, milking him as he too, came hard.
He thrusted twice, three more times before collapsing on top of her. The two panted heavily as they caught their breath, Clint gently pressing loving kisses along her chest and collarbones.
Natasha slowly opened her eyes, moving her head to gaze at the man whose head was now lying between her breasts. She brought her hand up to trail it through his spiky hair drowsily. "Wow," she whispered, trying to remember the last time she felt this relaxed.
"So I did okay?" Clint asked, raising his head to look at her with a smug smile.
Natasha returned his smirk before suddenly flipping them over so she was on top. "Well, Clint, I think it's only fair that I should repay the favour," she whispered seductively before she proceeded to make him see stars...,
Guys, I'm on holidays at the moment so updates will be slow. But I'm almost finished Ch. 2 of this story and Ch. 11 of Fifty Shades Of Barton. I hope to update soon. But the first week of August I will be back to regular updates :-)
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