Author's Note: Probably should have said this earlier but usual disclaimers apply. I don't own the Avengers I'm just playing in their world and the only people I do own are Shay, Tyler and Tyler's family.

Also we have another unexpected cameo at the end of this chapter.

Chapter Twelve: Definitions

Rolling Shay over Clint easily lifted her into his arms, cradling her so that her head rested on his shoulder he eased himself off the desk and started from the room, his bare feet making quick work of the stairs that led to the second floor.

Long strides carried him the length of the hallway, past the room Shay normally inhabited, to the master bedroom at the far end of the hall, pushing the door open with his foot Clint eased through the doorway, careful not to whack Shay into the doorjamb.

Dropping Shay the short distance onto the bed he rounded the bed towards the nightstand, a smirk curving his lips at the low whimper from Shay as her tender ass landed on the bed.

Pulling the drawer open Clint fished blindly in the drawer for a minute or two, before his fingers closed on the box he was seeking, dropping the box of condoms on top of the nightstand he then reached back in to pull out the bottle of lube before he nudged the drawer shut with his knee.

When Shay's soft warm hands skimmed around the waistband of his jeans to settle on his stomach Clint sucked in a sharp breath, which rushed out in a groan as her lips brushed, teeth teasing the puckered skin of one of the scars on his shoulder.

Reaching back Clint let his hands rest on her sides as his eyes shut, he was focusing solely on the sensations her mouth and hands had rippling along his nerves, her tongue dragging along the back of his shoulder and up his neck sent fireworks sparking along his nerves.

"This must be why people always rave about how soulmate sex is so very different to the other kind," he muttered.

Shay's soft laugh made him blink his eyes open. "We haven't actually had sex yet," she pointed out.

"That depends on your definition."

"Both of us naked at the same time with your cock inside me sounds like a definition I'd like," she said, and he sucked in a sharp breath at her boldness.

He'd been half hard when he'd carried her upstairs, but the bold comment and even bolder hands that had delved into his unfastened jeans to teasingly stroke his cock had him hardening further as he growled "Minx."

"Lose the pants," she whispered moments before her lips brushed the tender skin behind his ear. His hands were already moving to the waistband of his jeans and easing them off his hips, though when her hands stopped their teasing strokes to rapidly tug the denim down his thighs he sat back heavily on the edge of the bed to pull the denim off over his feet.

Dumping the jeans on the floor Clint turned in time to see Shay reaching for the box on the nightstand, reaching out easily he closed one hand gently about her wrist as he leant in to nip at her shoulder before he spoke "Not this time darlin', if I let you do that it's gonna be over before we begin."

Releasing her wrist he reached for the box retrieving the foil packaging, as he opened it pulling the condom free he heard the whoosh of air and soft sigh as Shay flopped back on the bed.

After rolling the condom on and ensuring there were no air bubbles he turned back to where Shay was lying on the bed and stopped short, a low groan slipping free of his throat as his eyes roamed over Shay where she lay sprawled, her hair spread across his pillow like a dark waterfall as one of her slim hands kneaded her breast, the other deftly stroking through her own folds.

Crawling onto the bed Clint moved to kneel beside Shay's spread legs, his hands dropping to lightly stroke along the inside of her thighs as his voice rumbled "God, that's so hot."

When her hands fell away from herself and reached for him Clint grasped the hand that had been between her legs guiding her fingers to his mouth, sucking them greedily as she whimpered, letting her fingers slip from his lips he leant down to brush a feather light kiss across her lips as he murmured "Roll over darlin', I want you on your hands and knees."

As Shay willingly obliged Clint moved between her legs, leaning forward he placed a light kiss at the base of her spine before slowly working his way upwards towards her neck alternating between kisses and languid licks.

Curling one hand around his throbbing cock Clint brushed the rubber coated blunt head of his length against Shay's heated core, his mouth brushing against the tender skin of the back of her neck, turning his head slightly he delivered a solid bite to her shoulder as his hips thrust forward sharply to sink easily into her tight slick core.

It didn't take them long to establish a rhythm, as he thrust forward Shay would press back into him, curling one arm around her waist he dropped his hand in order to tease her clit with calloused fingers, his other hand moving to rest atop hers and entwine their fingers as his mouth busied itself with sucking a solid bruise into her shoulder.

The sharp intake of breath from Shay and the sudden clench of her inner muscles around his aching cock, made him groan against her shoulder, when she turned her head and slid her arms forward including his entangled hand to drop her shoulders to the mattress Clint growled at the sudden change in angle of his thrusts.

Resting his chin against her shoulder Clint turned his head to press kisses along the delicate column of her throat as his thrusts picked up speed, her low keen of pleasure making him pinch her clit firmly.

Clint knew he was close as he felt his balls tighten and he could only guess that Shay was close too with how her muscles were fluttering around him, several hard long thrusts combined with a few well timed pinches and flicks against her clit had her pushing back hard against him with an unabashed moan as her muscles clamped down tight on his cock.

The sensation of her tight muscles gripping him firmly drew a guttural grunt from his throat, as he thrust sharply one more time burying deep, he shattered, his orgasm ripping through his body as her muscles milked him of every last drop of come.

Slumping onto her back he moved his hand from her clit to the mattress to support his weight as her fingers tightened against his on their entwined hands. Clint really couldn't move just yet, her muscles still contracting and releasing about him as her orgasm still rippled through her body.

As her inner muscles relaxed Clint pushed himself up from her back, placing a kiss at her shoulder he reached back to grasp the condom as he eased himself from Shay's hot, welcoming core, sliding off the bed he made his way out of the room to the bathroom to dispose of the used condom.

When he stepped back into the room it was to the sight of Shay settled in his bed beneath the bedcovers with one side thrown back waiting for him, crossing the short distance in several long strides Clint slipped into the bed tugging the covers over him.

Settling on his back he reached up to turn off the light, he felt the mattress shift as Shay snuggled in closer, he adjusted his arm to curl around her as her breath brushed his ear as she mumbled "Definitely worth the spanking."

He couldn't stop the low chuckle as he turned his head slightly to brush his lips against her hair before he teased "I think I found your kink, darlin' girl."

"You found one of them, stud, I'll admit that." She sassed.

Stroking his fingers through the length of her hair gently Clint brushed his lips against Shay's forehead murmuring quietly "I'll never let anyone hurt you again, I promise."

His eyes slowly fluttered closed to Shay's gentle humming as the fingers of one hand stroked lazily along his chest.

When he finally awoke it was to an empty bed with the early light of dawn streaming in through the window, as he threw the bedding back and stretched he could see the dressing on his shoulder had at some point during his sleep been changed.

As he slipped from the bed and made his way for the bathroom he was surprised by how refreshed he felt, it was probably the first decent night's sleep he'd had in a long time. Reaching past the shower curtain he turned the water on, once the temperature was right he stepped beneath the water and set about washing the dried sweat from his body.

"Clint?" Shay's voice drifting up the stairs held a wary tone that drew him sharply out of the auto pilot he'd been in, stepping from the shower he grabbed a towel and secured it around his waist before pulling open the cupboard above the basin and retrieving one of the pistols he'd stashed there.

Making his way silently down the stairs, flicking the pistol's safety off as he went, he listened, trying to pinpoint where Shay was in the house. His hearing caught the faintest rustle of a wrapper of some kind in the kitchen.

Manoeuvring into the kitchen with the pistol aimed, Clint's flat steely eyes darted from Shay on the door side of the counter to the five foot four Asian woman dressed in black by the back door. Dropping the gun to point at the floor he muttered "For fuck's sake Cavalry! Couldn't you at least call first?"