Chapter eight

'Damn, Clint', Natasha moans as he's teasing the sensitive spots on her neck with his tongue. His hands are everywhere on her body. Caressing the bare skin of her lower back, softly squeezing her ass, running over her breasts. It's driving her absolutely mad.

For the last five weeks their days have been filled with stolen kisses. Their evenings and nights are filled with passionate make out sessions. They can't keep their hands off of each other. Both feeling like love struck teenagers. Clint sometimes ends up sleeping next to her in her bed, needing to be close to her. And Natasha doesn't complain. Because now that she's finally given in to her love for Clint, she can't get enough of him. Whenever she's alone at night, she dreams of him. Dreams of him having his way with her. On more than one occasion she ended up with her hand between her legs when she woke up, masturbating to the thoughts of his hands and tongue on her body.

What she doesn't know is that Clint hasn't been doing much better. Whenever he's next to her he can contain his sexual desires for her. But whenever he's alone… sometimes he scolds himself for taking things slow. Because jerking off doesn't even come close to the real thing. Deep down he knows it was the right decision, though.

'I don't want to wait much longer', Clint whispers huskily in her ear. He hears Natasha take a deep, shaky breath as she runs her hands over the skin under his shirt.

'Me neither', she says softly, 'you're driving me insane'. He laughs as he pulls back a little to look at her. Their body's are still close to each other, still leaning against the kitchen counter. 'Feel this?' he pushes his hips forward against her abdomen and she can feel his erection through his jeans. Natasha closes her eyes and moans softly. 'You do this to me'.

'Shit', she leans her forehead against his shoulder and takes a moment to calm her breathing a little.

'I can't wait 'till you're naked in front of me. I want to tease you. To make you feel good. To make you come undone', his voice gets deeper with each word, filled with arousal.

'Stop, Clint', Natasha says before looking at him again. 'I don't want to hold back when we finally have sex'. He knows exactly what she means by that.

'I don't want to either', he agrees.

'I want to be completely alone with you when we cross that line', the look of arousal in her eyes makes room for vulnerability.

'I know, Tasha', he caresses her cheek with his thumb. Clint knows Natasha feel hesitant of having sex with him when the kids are home. Especially when it's their first time. They look into each other's eyes, saying nothing, for a few more moments before he kisses her again. Slower this time but still heated.

'I love you', he whispers after the kiss. Her eyes shine with happiness everytime he says he loves her.

'Love you, too', she answers before wrapping her arms around his neck and holding him close. Her eyes are shiny when she pulls back to look at him again.

'What is it?' he asks. She shakes her head a little. 'Hey', he lifts her chin with his fingers, 'tell me'.

'If you asked me five years ago if we'd ever get happiness again, I would have laughed in your face. Hell, a year ago so many people we care about were gone', whenever she talks about the last few years he can see the trauma she endured in her facial expression, 'it's moments like these where I'm reminded how lonely and miserable I felt'.

'How do you cope with that?' he asks. She looks down again, tears gathering in her eyes again.

'I don't', she croaks. Clint kisses her cheek softly before she continues, 'it hurts too much'.

'You know that's not the way, Tash', she nods slightly.

'I don't know how to deal with it'.

'Do whatever you need. Talk to me. Cry. Scream. Beat a punching back to a pulp. Find a therapist you want to talk to. I don't know but doing nothing isn't an option anymore', he sees her slowly falling apart in front of his eyes.

'I just need you', she cries softly. He gathers her in his arms and lets her cry softly on his shoulder.

'Next week, when the kids go to Laura's parents for a few days, we really need to talk about this', Clint says after her crying stops.

'Yeah', she whispers before pulling back. Clint wipes away her tears and smiles at her.

'And', he leans in and stops when his lips are next to her ear, 'I'll finally get to bring you pleasure the way I've been fantasizing about'. She drops her head to his shoulder and laughs a little.

'I can't wait', she teases him as she kisses his neck.