Chapter thirteen

'Clint?' Natasha softly calls out for him as she's walking down the stairs. The house is completely dark. It's the middle of the night. She just woke up from another bad dream only to find the other side of the bed empty.

'In here, Tash', he replies softly in the dark. As she walks around the corner to the living room she sees him sitting on the couch. A glass of scotch in his hand. Natasha walks over to him and sits down close to him. He's only wearing his boxers, leaving his chest bare. She leans against him as soon as she sits down. They both don't say anything. She just rubs her hand across his chest and stomach gently.

'Bad dream?' he asks her eventually. Clint only feels her nod against his chest.

'You?' she asks.

'Couldn't sleep', he replies before taking another swig of the strong liquor.

'You want to tell me?'

'Got a lot on my mind', he whispers sadly, 'I'm just pissed at myself'.

'Don't do that to yourself, Clint', Natasha sits up and turns his face towards hers, 'you've already been through too much. Don't punish yourself even more'.

'I can't help it, Nat', he sighs and hangs his head. Natasha leans forward and leans her forehead against his. She strokes her thumb back and forth across his cheek. That's how they stay for a while. Clint's drink is long forgotten.

'Come back to bed with me?' she asks after a while. He nods and stands up, holding out his hand for her to take. She takes it and as soon as she stands in front of him, she wraps her arms around his waist and holds on tight.

'I love you', he whispers before kissing the side of her head.

'I love you', she whispers back before lifting her head from his chest and stands on her toes to kiss him. Clint responds immediately. Kissing her deeply. It doesn't surprise them that, as soon as their tongues touch, the comforting kiss turns heated. Clint's hands move under her singlet, setting her skin on fire. When she runs out of air, her lips leave his and she lifts her shirt over her head, leaving her in only her underwear. She pushes Clint back on the couch and sits on his lap. Their new position gives Clint perfect access to her breasts and he starts sucking on her nipple eagerly. Natasha sighs deeply at the feeling. She holds his head against her chest and runs her hands through his hair. It marvels her how quickly he can turn her on. She can feel his erection against her sex and involuntairly start rocking her hips back and forth.

'I want you', his voice is deeper from arousal. Natasha stands up to take off her panties but as she wants to pull them down, Clint takes over. He keeps his eyes locked with hers as he slowly pulls them down. After she stepped out of them, Clint stops her from sitting down. He kisses her bare stomach, slowly going down. Natasha moans softly, knowing what he wants to do next.

'This okay?' he asks. She can only nod. He pulls one of her legs up to lean on the couch, giving him better access to her clit. He kisses her mount softly. Giving the area around her most sensitive parts some attention and getting her worked up. After an impatient groan from Natasha, he's done teasing her. Without warning he slides his tongue through her folds before sucking on the sensitive nub. Her hips jerk at the contact, making her moan out loud.

'Ah, Clint', he keeps sucking, nibbling and licking her sex until he can feels her legs shake uncontrollably.

'You taste so good', he hums, 'sit down, Tash'. She complies immediately and sits back on the couch while he moves off of the couch. He sits on his knees between her legs. He moves his hand under her ass and lifts her up a little so she's more on the edge of the couch. The moment she's in the right position he brings his mouth back to her sex. Only this time he also pushes one finger inside of her. She's incredibly wet and he doesn't feel any resistance as he does. His mouth goes back to her clit and this time he's not out to tease her. He's out to make her come. Hard. And by the sounds she's making, he is well on his way to getting her there.

'Fuck', she loudly moans before her vaginal walls tighten around his finger and her hips buck uncontrollably against his face as she comes. He keeps pumping his finger slowly and licking her clit softly, bringing her down from her orgasm. After he hears her sigh loudly he gets up to kiss her deeply. Natasha moans as she tastes herself on his tongue.

'Take this off', Natasha says as she pulls at the elastic band of his boxers. He stands up and discarts the only piece of clothing that's keeping him from having all of her. After, he sits down next to her, holding his arms open for her to climb on his lap. She does willingly. Clint takes hold of his cock and positions himself at her entrance. Ever so slowly she sinks down on him.

'Oh, Tasha', he sighs as his head falls back against the headrest of the couch. He opens his eyes as she lays one of her hands against his neck.

'I love you', she whispers softly, 'remember that?' Her short request is enough. He knows what she means to say. He knows she could never be angry at him for making the choices that he did. Because she simply understands. He only nods before kissing her with every ounce of love he has for her. During their kiss she starts to move her hips, rocking back and forth causing them both to moan into each other's mouths. Because the small movements aren't enough they break the kiss so she can move up and down on his cock. While she does they keep eye contact. The only sound filling the room is their sighs and hard breathing and the sound of flesh meeting flesh with every thrust. This time the sex is slow. A pace barely fast enough to get them to orgasm. But the connection they have at this moment, the deep meaning behind every movement is enough. All too soon Natasha feels her orgasm building. She doesn't need to ask him if he's close. Just by looking at him she knows he's right there with her. And when they finally fall over the edge it's with soft whimpers and sighs, both climaxing at the same time.