Author's Note: Slowly getting towards the end now. After this chapter I have six more to get up and it'll be all done. For now anyway there may be ideas lingering for a sequel but we'll see what happens.

Chapter Seventeen: Temptation

A gentle knock on the door distracted Clint from the dark tempestuous path his thoughts had taken. After Shay slipped easily off his lap in order to disappear into the bathroom he pushed himself to his feet, crossing the distance to the door with several long languid strides he flipped the lock before turning the handle to pull the door open in time to see the kindly old lady, whose name he hadn't even thought to find out, disappear back into the office before his gaze dropped to the basket by his feet. As Shay's arms wrapped around his waist he settled one hand over both of hers. Her lips brushed his shoulder as she whispered "What's that?"

"Dinner," was his only response as he picked up the basket with his free hand, Clint sucked in a shallow breath as Shay's mouth started to travel teasingly along his shoulder, tightening his hand over both of hers he growled quietly "You keep doing that, darlin', and we won't be eating for a while."

"Hmm, did it maybe occur to you that that's fine by me? That maybe right now I'd much rather devour you, my handsome, talented Hawk." His hand fell away from hers as he turned in the confined space of her arms to lower his head and capture her mouth in a heated kiss, backing her out of the doorway he hooked his foot around the door to kick it shut.

The breathy murmur of the pet name she'd so obviously chosen for him combined with her mouth fastened on his sent his blood rushing south causing his cock to twitch and begin to swell within his cargo pants. As he felt one of her hands slip from his lower back he vaguely registered the sound of the door's lock clicking into place, bringing his free hand up he buried it in her hair as he feasted upon her delectable mouth.

Backing her across to the bed Clint crouched awkwardly without breaking their kiss, his hand at the back of her head pulling her with him to set the basket on the floor. Pulling back from the kiss with a low groan he moved both hands to grasp the hem of Shay's t-shirt, as his hungry eyes studied her expressive face he could see the lingering traces of her nightmare still in the depths of her rich chocolate eyes, when her arms willingly lifted above her head he took that opportunity to guide the material off and drop it on the bed.

Turning her back to Clint, Shay quickly scanned the room before spotting her bag, as she crossed the small distance to where it rested she reached behind her back to unfasten her bra and remove it. Glancing back over her shoulder to Clint her mouth curved into a half grin as she flung the black cotton material over her shoulder at him.

She could almost feel Clint's eyes on her bare back tracking her every movement, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her yoga pants she slowly, temptingly eased the thin material down over her hips, relishing the low groan from him that floated through the room as she bent over to slide the material down her legs.

Stepping out of the pooled material as she straightened Shay turned her attention to rifling through her bag, glancing briefly over her shoulder she saw Clint twisting the material of her bra between his clenched hands, eventually finding what she was looking for in her bag she pulled out the box of condoms and bottle of lube she'd stuffed in there before leaving Clint's farmhouse.

Sauntering back over to Clint she dropped the two items on top of her shirt before turning her attention to him, her hands moving to disentangle the twisted mess of material from his hands and throwing it aside, running her hands up his muscular arms and across his shoulders Shay then slid her hands down over Clint's chest to the waistband of his pants as she whispered "I want to watch you stroke your cock. Show me, no teach me, what you like."

Clint felt a shiver go through him as Shay's fingers stroked along the faint trail of hair running from his navel to where it disappeared beneath the waistband of his pants, her whispered request was also something he definitely wasn't going to refuse. Hastily unfastening the cargo pants he took one step back from Shay to roughly shove the material down off his hips before sitting heavily on the edge of the bed to pull them the rest of the way off.

He felt Shay settle in to kneel behind him and reached for the lube only to find her smaller hand snatching the bottle before him. She grasped his hand gently and squeezed some of the lube onto his fingers before he curled them around his semi erect cock and started to lightly stroke from base to tip. Her mouth nipping at his throat drew a low groan from him as he leant back against her chest, shifting his head slightly to rest against her shoulder to give her a better view and access.

Shay's hands stroking along his chest and her mouth moving along his neck and shoulder were an erotic combination with his stroking. Stalling his ministrations he lifted his hand to catch hers and stroked her fingers to coat them in some of the lube before guiding her hand down to curl around his hardening length, settling his hand over the top of hers, fitting his fingers between hers and restarted his stroking, guiding her hand with his own.

The stark contrast between his calloused fingers and her soft ones on his growing cock only heightened the sensation of their combined strokes arousing him further; when Shay gave a firm upwards tug he hadn't been expecting it sent a jolt of fire shooting through his veins, his hips jerking up unexpectedly into their entwined hands.

With a guttural groan Clint eased both their hands off his now throbbing erection. The loss of Shay's breasts pressed into his back and the shift in the mattress told him she was shuffling back further onto the bed, using her shirt he cleaned the excess lube off his hand before grabbing one of the foil packets and opening it to sheath his cock.

Crawling up the bed Clint settled himself between Shay's parted legs, he ran his hand down her thigh to hook it beneath her knee, lifting her leg to his hip. Clint groaned as he felt her hand close around his sheathed length to guide him to her welcoming entrance, shifting his weight he slid slowly into her heated core.

He'd intended to savor their joining but Shay apparently had other ideas, when she arched her back and pulled him tight with her leg around his hip, he sank to the hilt with a husky growl.

Sliding his arm under her back, he lifted her, holding her to his chest, keeping them connected as he shifted back onto his knees and awkwardly shuffled them along the bed to the wall, Shay clutching at his shoulders as she straddled his lap her breasts pressing firmly against his chest.

As he braced one hand against the wall Shay shifted slightly in his lap, settling one foot against the bed to use for leverage as her mouth crashed down onto his, from there things got fast and sloppy and the good kind of rough.

Clint groaned into her mouth, their kiss a fiery battle of teeth and tongues as she rode him as though their lives depended on it, her arms wrapped around him as her short nails scraped across his shoulders and down his spine. Her breathy moans of "Yes, there" or "Harder" or his favourite one "Oh, fuck me, do that again!" fed his seemingly unending desire for her body even more.

He was finding it harder to maintain a consistent rhythm however as she kept changing it, one minute she was riding him slowly, the next her movements would be frantic and fast or even a deep grind, then she'd simply hold on and let him take the lead.

With both his hands now full with her delicious ass, Clint drove up into her slow and deep until she started chasing his thrusts with her hips, speeding things up before torturously slowing them down again.

Her climax came out of nowhere, one minute she'd had her head thrown back, taking stroke after stroke as he drove into her, the next her cheek pressed to his, her fingers curling tightly against his shoulders. "Wait. Don't move."

The softly whispered plea had Clint's movements stop almost instantly as a low growl rumbled from his chest as she gave one slight roll of her hips, the quiet keen by his ear combined with her back suddenly arching as her body went rigid as her inner muscles began fluttering around his aching cock buried deep inside her drove him to the edge of his control.

Her shaky breaths by his ear was joined by her nails raking softly at the back of his neck in his hairline as she murmured quietly "Hawk, move, now please?" And that was a plea he was helpless to refuse, craving release as he was, his hips started driving up hard into her pliant, welcoming body fuelling the aftershocks of her orgasm as she busied herself lazily kissing his chin, his throat, the spot where his neck met his shoulder.

When she began sucking a firm bruise into place there, a low content moan rolling from her throat that he felt more than he heard, Clint knew he was a goner, several sharp solid thrusts later and that was it, buried deep within Shay his climax ripped through his body, his balls pulling tight as her muscles constricted around him with her second orgasm milking him for all he was worth.

Bracing her hands behind her on the headboard Shay forced her jelly-like legs to work as she pushed herself up off Clint's lap, he'd slid one hand between them to hold the condom in place as his cock slipped free. Waiting till he disappeared into the bathroom she flopped ungracefully face first into the mattress, crossing her arms beneath her head as a pillow she let her eyes drift shut briefly to listen to the running water.

She felt the mattress dip under Clint's weight mere moments before his mouth brushed over the cluster of scars at her back, humming quietly she turned her head as his mouth worked slowly upwards along her back till it came to rest behind her ear as he rumbled "You're a Temptress."

Laughing quietly Shay uncrossed her arms and rolled to her side propping her head up in one hand to look at Clint, he'd moved and was reaching over the end of the bed and hoisting the basket up which gave her a spectacular view of his bare ass, licking her suddenly dry lips she murmured "Says the man whose ass has been tempting me since day one?"

Reaching out with her free hand Shay swatted his ass as he moved back up along the bed, the quiet grunt along with the smouldering look he gave her making her waggle both brows as she quipped "Well you did flash that ass at me twice in the span of a couple of hours, a woman can't not look at that fine specimen and not get ideas."

Pushing herself up to crawl up the bed as Clint started pulling the food out, Shay settled to sit beside him reaching into the basket to grab a bottle of water, twisting the lid off she was just taking a sip as he retorted "Well, an old man like me has to use everything to his advantage to get a pretty woman's attention."

Shay snorted with laughter before coughing as the water went down the wrong way, screwing the lid back on as one of Clint's large hands patted between her shoulder blades, she shook her head in disbelief her shoulders shaking lightly with silent laughter for a few more seconds before she forced herself to speak "I don't think you're that much older than me Clint….are you? I mean I recall my mom telling me your words were on me when I was born."

"Pretty sure I was five when your words burned into my skin Shay." His hand slid from between her shoulders as he returned his attention to the food, worrying her lower lip with her teeth Shay quietly watched Clint as one thought lodged in her head Is he really worried about the age difference?

"Five years isn't exactly a huge gap Clint, it's not that uncommon really, and it's actually closer than….uh," She really didn't want to throw Rumlow's name out there right then, but when Clint glanced up and she caught the dark flash in his eyes she knew he knew who she was referring to, not wanting to ruin the afterglow she tried to change the direction of the conversation asking "Speaking of words, where exactly are mine on you? I still don't think I've found them anywhere."

Shaking his head with a low chuckle Clint reached out to brush a strand of hair out of Shay's eyes, he appreciated the way she'd diverted the conversation from their age difference and she was right five years wasn't that uncommon of an age gap between soulmates or even lovers, but still deep down he felt just a little like a dirty old man taking advantage of a sweet young thing.

"Of course you haven't found them darlin', especially if your gaze keeps getting fixated on my ass. They're further down on the back of my left calf. That's actually why I always wear long pants now when out in public or at SHIELD, they're too easily seen in shorts, well that and the incident with Bobbi." As Shay crawled down the bed away from him he shifted the basket from his thighs to the spot she'd vacated on the bed.

He watched quietly as she nudged his legs far enough apart that she could lie on her stomach, her head resting between his knees, bending his left knee he gave her access to his calf. When she shifted her head beneath his bent knee to look at the words as her fingers lightly stroked across them, Clint was forced to suck in a sharp breath as her soft hair tickled the underside of his thigh. "I'm sorry."

Clint blinked his brow furrowing slightly at the whispered apology, he wasn't entirely sure what she was apologising for, watching as she pushed herself up to crawl further up between his legs and settle back down with her head resting on his chest, stroking one hand through her hair he asked "Why are you apologising?"

"For my words. No one should have to walk around most of their life being called a moron." He could hear the regret in her tone for having stuck him with a soul mark that had plagued him for the majority of his life.

It'd taken some awkward manoeuvring on Shay's part to get settled into a position where she could eat, but she'd been reluctant to move from where she'd been resting between his legs with her head settled on his chest and honestly he hadn't wanted her to move.

Once they'd both finished eating he nudged the empty basket off the side of the bed and shuffled the both of them down the bed slightly so his head settled on the pillow, reaching across to turn the lamp off he felt Shay shift to tug the covers over them before she nuzzled into his chest with a contented sigh.