Hours later, after debriefing you and the team were released to go and get some rest. Only you were entirely too amped up. After tossing and turning for a bit you gave up and headed down to the main floor. There was a soft and steady thumping noise ringing through the floor when you stepped out and your eyes immediately fell on Clint, who was throwing darts.
He glanced over his shoulder at you as you approached, a half smile lifting his lips as he threw the three darts in his hand at the board without looking and getting them all in the middle of the bullseye, "Hey, can't sleep?"
You shook your head. Clint moved over to gather the darts as you said, "How can you do that?"
"Do what?"
"Hit the board without even looking or aiming?" He was standing next to you now.
Shrugging a little he responded, "It's just my thing."
You hummed and watched as he did it again. This time not hitting the bullseye but still getting the darts all basically hitting the same spot.
"So, why can't you sleep?" He asked as he gathered the darts back up once more.
"Can't seem to shut my mind off." You leaned back against the nearby pool table.
"Ah, yeah, that will happen. You have to find something that relaxes you, brings your mind back to a neutral point so all that adrenaline can drain out." Clint said as he returned to the throwing line.
"Like what?"
"Depends on you hun. We all do something different. Bruce meditates, Tony fiddles in his workshop, Steve sketches, and Nat goes down and beats the hell out of one of the training droids."
"And what do you do?"
"I usually throw darts or shoot pool."
You were quiet, trying to think of what to do to help you relax. But nothing came to mind. Well, one thing did but you didn't think that could happen here.
"Wanna play?" Clint's question pulled you out of your musing and you watched as he held out the darts in his hand with a twinkle in his eye.
"I have never played darts in my life." You respond to him. He just grins and smiles, "No time better than the present to learn."
Clint explained the goal of the game and then directed you where to stand before handing the darts to you. Feeling silly, you aimed and tossed the first dart. It stuck in the wall a good foot above the board. Your eyes flicked to Clint when you heard him make a sound but his face was schooled in a bland and neutral look. Turning back to the board you threw the remaining two darts.
When the third dart hit the board but bounced off, Clint burst out laughing. You turned towards him with your eyes narrowed and your hands on your hips.
"Dude, it's not funny!"
He got himself back under control and gathered up the darts before coming back over to hand them back to you. You took them and tried again. This time one of them managed to stick to the board but right at the edge of the black. The other two ended up in the wall again.
Huffing, you watched as he again gathered them up and brought them back to you. Taking them from him you held them and said, "I don't think this is my game. I suck."
"You do." Clint said evenly.
"Hey!"
"Need to practice. And learn how to actually throw."
You glared at him, "Is that a you throw like a girl dig?"
Clint grinned widely, "I would never. Come on, I'll teach you."
Sighing, you stepped back up to the line and faced the board. Clint stepped right up to you, his hands settling on your hips to turn you until you were standing more with your shoulder facing the board. Then one of his feet nudged yours until the pinky toe of your front foot was resting right against the line and your heels turned slightly towards each other.
You tried to instruct yourself to breathe normally as he continued to adjust your stance with his body, the heat pumping off his body distracting you. Once he was satisfied with how you were standing he backed up a little and told you to get ready to throw.
The moment you lifted your arm, Clint moved into you again, his body brushing against yours as his hand moved to yours and wrapped around it to adjust the way you were holding it. Your heart rate increased as his voice murmured in your ear, "You want to hold the dart gently, don't grip it too hard. Hold it between your thumb and forefinger, using your middle finger to gently brace against it. Curl the last two into your palm. That's it."
His hand slid along your arm as he instructed you how to hold it up and how you should move it when you threw the dart again. His breath tickled your neck as he showed you where in the arc of your throw you should let go and how you should follow through.
Clint was telling you to focus on where you wanted the dart to go but all you could really focus on was the heat coming off his body, his fingers on your skin, and the way he smelled. He stepped back and told you to give it a try.
This time all three darts hit the board, though none of them got beyond the very outer black edge. Clint moved forward to collect the darts and brought them back to you, stepping up behind you again. His hand brushed along your hips as he made a slight adjustment to your stance.
"Put the majority of your weight on your leading foot when you throw," He instructed, his hands moving your hips as you attempted to do as he instructed.
This continued for another 15 minutes, him collecting the darts before telling you or showing you how to make small adjustments. And then it happened. One of the darts hit the bullseye.
"There you go!" Clint exclaimed as you squealed happily as you bounced on your toes
Then you spun around and threw your arms around him. He was clearly not expecting the move, but he caught you easily, arms tightening around your waist as he adjusted his weight so that you didn't take the both of you to the ground.
You stared deep into his eyes for what felt like an hour and really hadn't been more than a single breath. Before you could think about the advisability of the action, you pressed your lips to his. Clint stiffened for a single heart beat before he was pulling you closer, his mouth hot and desperate on yours.
Pushed back until your ass hit the edge of the pool table behind you, Clint lifted you until you were sitting on it, his thighs between your knees as he pulled your shirt over your head. You pushed at his own shirt until he pulled it off. Your fingers traced along the numerous scars that covered his chest and stomach before he was yanking your mouth back to his.
Feeling a sharp ache building inside you, your hands tugged at his belt to loosen. He pushed against you until you were laying flat against the table and his hands could roam freely along your stomach and chest, fingers unhooking the front clasp of the bra you were wearing.
HIs voice was low and intense as he said, "God, you are stunning."
His eyes traced over you while his hands stroked along your skin, the calluses on his hands and fingers a rough contrast to the sensual way he touched you. Pulse racing, your back arched into his hands when they closed over your breasts.
You could feel him pressing hard against your center as he leaned over you, sucking a nipple into his mouth tongue flicking over it. You buried your hands into his hair, tugging lightly as he switched to the other side and gave it the same treatment.
Clint's mouth trailed down your body, chasing the path his fingers made. You lifted your hips as his fingers dragged the soft pants you were wearing down, exposing you completely. His eyes flicked up to yours as his breath fanned over you and his hands held your thighs apart.
You were already so sensitive that you felt like the slightest touch would set you off. When he ran his tongue over you, you jolted with a gasp and felt as his lips curled against you. Clint's mouth and tongue worked over you. Building that sharp ache into a hot ball so that when he slid a finger inside you and pressed up lightly, you clenched hard around him and came apart completely.
Then he was pulling away, tugging on your legs until you slid off the table. Clint spun you around so that you leaned forward against the table, hands braced on the green fabric. One of his feet widened your stance as he stroked a hand slowly up your spine. You heard the sound of his belt clicking and then he braced his hand on the small of your back as he eased into you.
Your eyes fluttered as he filled you. His fingers gripped your hips as he started to thrust inside you. When you glanced over your shoulder at him, it was to see him watching where he thrust in and out of you with dark eyes. Suddenly those eyes flicked towards yours and he smirked before he leaned forward to kiss you.
Soon he was pulling away so that he had better leverage as he increased his pace, hands pulling your hips against him as he did. Soon the only thing you could think about was the way he felt inside you as he drove you up hard and fast to orgasm that left you quaking.
Suddenly he pulled out, ducking to grab your discarded clothes as he pulled his pants up. You blinked in confusion as the aftermath of your climax still had your brain fuzzed. When you straightened and turned to face you he tugged his shirt over your head so that you weren't completely naked. As the hem barely covered your crotch it seemed more a thought that counted thing.
Clint tugged you over to the elevator, kissing you intensely as the car moved to the residential floor. The door opened and you felt a slight flicker of panic at the thought that someone would be in the hallway but it was empty. He pulled back and asked, "Yours or mine?"
"I don't care."
Clint led you down the hall and turned into your doorway. You hadn't secured it so he pushed it open, dropping the clothes in his hand on the ground next to the door as he shut it with a snap. He pulled you tight against him once more, his mouth hungry on yours again.
He pulled you over to your bed, pausing long enough to shove his pants off before he sat and pulled you into his lap. You yanked his shirt back off and tossed it away before you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him fiercely.
With a lift of your hips, you sunk back on him, moaning into his mouth as his hand gripped firmly in your hair. You rocked your hips against him, setting a hard pace as you chased more pleasure. Clint swore quietly as your mouth left his and you nipped at his earlobe.
One of his arms banded around you and he was shifting until he had you rolled under him in the center of his bed, arms braced on either side of your head. Your fingers found purchase on his back, nails biting and scraping down as he snapped his hips into you. As you came again, his head dropped against your shoulder and he thrust in deep as he followed you over the edge.
