Chapter sixteen

'Fuck, Tash, you've gotta stop', Clint groans as Natasha keeps moving her lips up and down his erection. She sucks hard before letting him go. 'Be careful or this will be over way too soon'.

'Kind of the point of going down on you', she says seductively, 'we've got the rest of the day for you to make it up to me'. She doesn't wait for his response before moving back down his body again. Her lips press feather light kisses all over his chest and abdomen until she comes back to the part of his body she craves the most. Without hesitation she wraps her hand around the base of his penis and slides her mouth over the head.

'God, that feels good', Clint moans loudly. He's already close to orgasm and, as he looks down at the woman between his legs, he realizes that the sight of her sucking his cock is going to make him come even faster. Natasha keeps moving up and down, sucking and swirling her tongue around his cock as she goes. As soon as he can't keep his hips in one place anymore, she knows he's close. Her free hand moves between his legs and starts playing with his balls. That's the final thing to push him over the edge. He moans loudly, crying out her name. Natasha's lips let his pulsing cock go as the first spurt of sperm comes from him. She keeps lightly stroking him with her hand as she guides him through his orgasm.

'You're way too good at that, baby', he sighs after the shocks of his orgasm die down. Natasha smiles, wipes her hand on the bed sheet and crawls back up his body to kiss him.

'I love you', she whispers softly.

'Love you, too', he answers just as softly. He cups her cheek in his hand and looks deep into her green eyes. She seems so much calmer ever since her break down yesterday. 'Come here', he gently pulls at her shoulders and gathers her in his arms. For a few minutes neither of them says a word.

'How do you feel? You know, after yesterday?' he gently asks her.

'Better', she answers simply, 'more at ease'.

'And the anger at yourself?' he hears her sigh deeply and it tells him everything he needs to know, 'it's okay, Nat'.

'I never thought very highly of myself. Maybe that will never change', Clint lifts her chin with his finger.

'I'll spend the rest of my days showing you, proving to you, what an amazing woman you are. Every day, until you believe me', he kisses her deeply. The kiss soon turns heated and Clint spends the next hour showing her exactly how much he loves her.

'Daddy!' Nathaniel screams as he runs towards the front door. It's the end of the day and the kids are finally coming home. After Nathaniel throws himself in his father's arms, his brother and sister soon follow. It's a heartwarming sight to see Clint with his three kids in his arms. Natasha looks at them from a slight distance, not sure how to act. Lila provides her with the answer and wraps her arms around Natasha's neck after she's done hugging her father.

'I missed you', she says softly.

'I missed you, too', Natasha answers before letting go. As she looks Lila in the eyes, she can tell the days with her grandparents have done her good. She's all smiles and her eyes are shining. Natasha looks down as a hand is tugging at her shirt. Nathaniel is smiling broadly up at her. After all three kids said their hello's to Natasha, they run inside the house. Clint already went over to the car to get their bags and soon follows his kids with his arms full of stuff.

'Hello there', Natasha suddenly hears behind her. Laura's mother, Joan, is looking at her sternly.

'Hi', Natasha replies softly, not liking the glare the woman is giving her, 'was everything okay?'

'I wasn't going to say anything but after what I just witnessed…', the look in Joan's eyes is enough to make the hairs on Natasha's arms stand up, 'don't think for a second you can replace my daughter. How dare you force yourself into this household? You'll never be good enough for any of them'.

'What?'

'You have no right to be here. All the kids were talking about was auntie Nat this, auntie Nat that… how dare you take over as their mother'.

'Joan, please', Laura's father, Henry, calls for his wife.

'She's brainwashing these kids into thinking she's going to be their mother!'

'What's going on here?' Clint calls out after the door closes.

'How could you take in this woman? To make her replace Laura in this house, how could you', Joan hisses at Clint. The anger in the woman's eyes is getting worse by the second.

'Leave, right now', Clint says with a hint of upcoming anger.

'You don't…'

'I said, leave. Leave right now. Don't make me say things I'm going to regret. You have no right to talk to her like that'.

'Clint…', Natasha reaches out and lays her hand on his arm.

'No, Tash. You belong here with me, with the kids. Nothing gives her the right to talk to you like that', he says softly to her.

'Come on, let's go before this gets any worse', Henry takes his wife's hand and tugs her towards the car.

'This will not be the end of this', Joan growls one last time before Henry practically forces his wife into their car. As soon as her door closes, Natasha goes inside the house. Clint stays on the porch to make sure they really left.

'Fuck', he whispers angrily, knowing how this will affect Natasha. He gets his answer as soon as he walks inside the living room and not seeing her there with his kids.