For the First Time
Summary: A wide variety of firsts for Natasha Romanoff. Clintasha.
IV – First Time She Felt Loved
April 2001
Unfortunately for Natasha, her sexual life started at the tender age of twelve. The Red Room wanted their recruits ready for any kind of scenario. It was the ugliest pain she had ever felt. After that, all of her lovers were not nice, romantic, selfless or careful. Natasha dealt with dangerous and vicious man that could care less if she woke up sore, full of bruises or bleeding. The only good thing she could take out of that, is that she could kill them later and she could drag on the pain.
This time, however, it was a whole new experience. Like the first time she should have gotten if she had been a normal woman. Clint was passionate and he cared about her. He loved her. Their first time, it wasn't sex. It was making love – even if their bodies were sore from their previous fight. They didn't know what they fed the thugs in Budapest, but damn they were some hard work. His touch was soft, romantic. He didn't hurt her at all. It was not something she was used to. This was her first time being truly loved.
His kisses left her body on fire and his movements, slow and steady, helped her reach new peeks of pleasure she haven't before.
Natasha could swear to God, that by the third orgasm, she could hear the cliché fireworks and see them behind closed eyelids.
Lying together, tangled in each other, Clint had one strand of her ruby hair around his finger, and he was twirling it out of boredom while she simply listened to his heartbeat.
"Fury is going to fire our asses," she muttered and felt his body shake with laughter.
"We don't have to tell him what we do behind closed doors," Clint chuckled. "We can be professional and still have a relationship with each other."
"I know we can," Natasha smiled.
"And then, when Fury finds out, he will see that there is no need to break our partnership apart," Clint said releasing her hair, and choosing to run his fingers up and down her naked back.
"If he does…I swear to God he will lose his good eye and then I'll quit," Natasha huffed.
"I'm sure Fury knows better than to break his two best agents apart. He's not that stupid."
"Let's hope not, I would hate to have to tell Amanda that I killed her husband because of his own stupidity!"
Clint just laughed and kissed the top of her hair.