Author's Notes: Let's hope it's not a Doom-Bot this time, eh Clint :p
The Scarlet Witch stood in her bedroom, wearing a red evening gown. Clint knew that beneath that thin crimson robe, the brunette was completely naked. Hawkeye had made no effort to cover himself though, and simply stood nude in front of her, a cocky smirk on his face. Silently, she stepped into his arms and they kissed with the passion of a love that's flames were hidden but un-extinguished. He unfastened her gown and she let it slide back over her shoulders and land in a heap on the floor.
He immediately lost any vague sense of control he had had just mere moments ago and backed Wanda up against the wall, pressing her against it hard. Her legs lifted to his hands, pressed to his hips, and he squeezed her thighs tightly. Their lips never broke contact. She could feel his toned chest pressing against her own, and her modest rack was tickled by the thin layer of hair on his torso. Their mouths finally broke apart and she gasped for breath. "Clint..." she started but he cut her off - "Shh!" Then they brought their faces together, his tongue pressing it's attack on her mouth.
They backed away from the wall, but Hawkeye lost his upright stance and the two fell to the ground. Clint was on top, and his mouth devoured her. Every way she turned her face, his lips were there, pressing on her jaw, smothering her cheek, kissing her forehead. He was like a dog, who'd just been let off the leash for the first time in years. She allowed her own hands to wander, tracing his familiar spine, and thighs.
The archer and the mutant slowly found their way back to their feet and Clint ceased his relentless kissing. They stood there for a moment, just staring into each other's eyes. Then Wanda turned away and started to walk towards the bed. Clint's eyes flashed with the spark of an idea that could not be resisted and lunged forwards. He pushed her down over the bed, her head resting against the covers, while her ass was in the air, just over the side. The palm of his hand came down roughly on her butt-cheeks and she gasped.
Perhaps he was working out his frustration on her, after all she had put him through in recent years, or perhaps it was just his arousal, but the spanking got harder and faster. Wanda called out each time his hand connected with her soft flesh, but she made no attempt to resist. She wanted this. The blond Avenger felt his erection harden as she whimpered. He gave her one last spank, a slap so hard it left a red hand-print on her. He put his hand on her back, holding her down but also soothing her, rubbing gently at her skin. Then his penis penetrated her tight ass.
Hawkeye made no effort to restrain himself, and every noise she made seemed to egg him on, whether it was a cry of lust or a gasp of shock. He kissed down her bare back as he screwed her. "You're still gorgeous," he told her. "You're still fantastic," she gasped out. The sweating brunette was panting, and Clint decided to cut the Witch some slack. His pounding slowed and became more relaxed. Slowly they came further and further onto the bed, until Wanda could feel her legs just as balanced on the soft bed as her torso.
Clint kept his thrusting consistent. Now that they were properly on the bed, he was straddling her waist, and the hand on her back came up to her shoulder, the other hand mirroring it on her other shoulder. She moaned out in pleasure as he rubbed her shoulders, gently massaging her, as the rhythm of his hips rocking against her no longer jolted through her body, but flowed through her like a wave, or a subdued folk song.
He kissed up the back of her neck and around the side of it. Her hands reached up and lost themselves in his gentle features, running through his hair affectionately or stroking his cheeks. "You were never this gentle with me before," she whispered, as if afraid of him hearing. "I never lost your before," he replied. His face betrayed no sign of emotion beyond the pleasure fucking her was giving him, but she smiled, for his statement was effectively an admission of feeling in itself. When he reached his climax, there was a rekindled pride in her eye. Pride to be an Avenger beside him.
