This chapter is basically just smut…

July, 2012

Natasha was sitting at the communal island in the middle of the kitchen. She was stirring her tea lazily and with a spoon, staring into the distance with her chin resting on her hand. It was 4 am, and she had woken up about an hour ago from a restless and nightmare-filled sleep. She didn't want to disturb Clint, so she silently slipped out into the kitchen.

Her tea had gone cold ages ago, but she hadn't started drinking it yet.

"Tash?" Natasha startled, dropping her spoon. It was Clint. She sighed, falling back into the seat. She was so out of it she didn't even hear him approach. Natasha rubbed her hand across her face. "Hi."

"Hey." Clint placed his hands on her shoulders, rubbing them soothingly. She closed her eyes, dropping her head back. Clint bent over, pressing a kiss to her forehead, and Natasha smiled and placed her hand on one of his. "You okay, baby?" Natasha's eyebrows lifted.

"I still don't like that name." Clint chuckled lowly. "I'm okay. Just couldn't sleep." She lifted herself out of the chair, turning around and facing Clint. Smiling gently at him, she grabbed his hand, rubbing her thumb in small circles.

"Come on, let's go back to bed, baby." Natasha rolled her eyes at the word, letting out a laugh. She let her eyes wander down his body. He was shirtless, with a pair of sweatpants hanging low on his hips. He looked absolutely delicious.

Natasha edged closer, letting go of his hand and resting both of them on his chest. His hands went around her wait, pulling her been closer. "You know… I have another idea of what we could do." She licked her lips.

Clint lifted one eyebrow. "Oh really?"

"Hmm." Biting her lip, she gazed up at him longingly, fluttering her eyelashes. She was practically radiating 'fuck me' energy. Clint groaned. He dropped his hand and grabbed her thigh, lifting it up and curling it around his waist. He used his foot to nudge her other leg apart from the other.

Natasha couldn't resist anymore. She closed her lips around his and sighed against him. Their tongues danced around each other, and Natasha could feel herself getting wet just from a minute of kissing. It was amazing how much he turned her on. Clint thrust his hips against hers, relishing in the friction created. Natasha gasped, her mouth detaching from his and her head falling back. "Fuck," she sighed.

Clint continued with his sinful actions and he started kissing down her neck, then licking his way back up. He brought her left earlobe into his mouth, sucking on it gently. Natasha's hips were grinding uncontrollably against his, so utterly turned on by his tongue. She could feel him getting harder underneath his sweatpants, and she couldn't wait to push him onto their bed and ride the hell out of him. Feel him throb and penetrate her while he moans and groans.

"Take me back to bed." Natasha gasped. Without needing to be told twice, Clint lifted her up, his hands on her ass, and practically ran back to their room. Natasha resumed grinding against him, and he struggled to keep upright. She laughed, enjoying the effect she had on him.

Clint placed Natasha down on the bed, then resumed kissing her. His tongue was wet and warm, and oh so perfect. His hand went to cup her cheek, and his other one slowly spread her legs. He rested one of his legs in between hers, pressed against her centre. "Grind against my leg." He ordered, his breath in her ear making her do exactly as he says, not thinking twice.

Her clit felt amazing against his leg, grinding in just the right places. She moaned. "Oh, god. Clint." His mouth had resumed it's onslaught in her neck, and he began to drop downwards. Natasha never sleeps in many clothes, preferring to be comfortable, so before she left the bed she threw on one of Clint's old button up shirts. His left hand began to undo the buttons in her shirt, his mouth following and leaving a hot trail behind.

After unbuttoning the last button, he helped her out of the shirt before throwing it to the floor. His eyes were locked on her breasts. Natasha bit her lip, a timid smile coming across her face. Clint is fascinated by her breasts, whenever she was just in a bra she would always catch him staring, not that he tries to hide it. When asked about it, he simply said that he has a thing for big breasts, which Natasha accepted.

His mouth closed around her left nipple, causing Natasha to moan and buck her hips, desperate for more friction. His tongue swirled around her hard peak, and her mouth dropped open. Clint looked up at her from his position of being buried in her cleavage and watched the pleasure run over her face as he pulled and twisted her nipple while lapping and sucking at the other.

Natasha watched as he dragged his tongue over her nipple, and it sent sparks of electricity coursing through her, overruling her senses. His cheeks hollowed out as he sucked her, and he slowly removed his leg from her heat. Clint bit down on her nipple, causing Natasha to moan loudly and her hand to slide under her panties. "Harder." She moaned, her hips lifting. Clint obliged, biting down again. Natasha rubbed her clit slowly, alternating in pressure and her moans started to get louder.

Clint let go off her breast with a small pop. "Do you want me to take control?" He asked, his beautiful eyes staring into her soul.

"Yes," she found herself whispering. In the Red Room, they were taught to be submissive, to let men do whatever they wanted to do and not utter a single word. When she left, Natasha swore to herself she would never let anyone be dominant towards her, and whenever someone tried to, she let them go. However, when Clint asked, she didn't even need to think about it. She trusts him completely. If only the Red Room could see her now.

Clint had climbed down her body, examining her hand as it alternated between fingering herself and rubbing her clit. He pulled down her panties and spread her legs even further. "Finger yourself for me." He ordered. His eyes were locked on her pussy, watching as her slim fingers pumped in and out, her heel rubbing maddeningly against her clit. Her juices were covering her hand, and there was a wet noise every time her fingers entered back into her pussy.

Clint stood up, his eyes still locked on her, and palmed his cock through his sweatpants before pulling them down with his boxers. His cock was thick and long, though not too long, and it curled upwards towards his stomach. He was as hard as a rock. His hand closed around his cock and he pumped it slowly. Natasha sped up the movements of her hand, her moans getting even louder as he watched him spread a bead of precum over the head with his thumb erotically. She was so close, and damn him, Clint could see it. He climbed back onto the bed, crawling over her. He grabbed her arm and extracted her fingers from her pussy. Natasha's mouth fell open when he sucked her fingers into his mouth, moaning at the taste of her juices on his tongue. His tongue flicked in between each finger, and she threw her head back in pleasure.

Removing her fingers from huis mouth, he hovered his mouth over her left ear. "Is your little pussy ready to be fucked? Huh, baby girl?" He whispered. Natasha groaned loudly. "Do you like it when I call you that?"

She closed her eyes. "Fuck yes. Do it again."

"Beg me." Natasha's eyes flew open as quickly as they had closed. Clint smirked, holding her gaze.

"Please, call me that again." She muttered.

"Please what, baby girl?"

"Please… sir." Clint's smile widened, and Natasha could feel his cock throb against her thigh. She but her lip and looked down at it.

"Good girl." Natasha felt her pussy get a thousand times wetter at that sentence, and she gripped his arm tightly.

Clint gripped his cock and rubbed it against her slit, wetting it and revelling in the jerk of Natasha's hips, her desperation for him. "God, you're so wet baby. So desperate for my cock." He entered her smoothly, going in all the way. "You're so tight, Tasha, you know that? Oh, baby, you're so fucking sexy like this. When you are all for me." He started moving, slowly at first, then speeding up with harder strokes.

Natasha was moaning and groaning, her big breasts bouncing with the force of his thrusts. She's so beautiful. His cock was hitting all the right places, and Natasha began to scream. She's always been the one who makes the most noise, and Clint loves it. A gush of liquid suddenly surrounded his cock, squeezing it even further, and Natasha screamed his name, her chest heaving. Clint swallowed his surge of masculine pride that he made her cum so quickly, and focused all of his energy into his thrusts. His strokes were long and hard and, with her pussy walls fluttering around him, he went off like a rocket.

Clint collapsed next to Natasha, breathing heavily. She shifted, lying her head on his chest and snuggling into him. He wrapped his arms around her tightly, and they laid there in silence.