A/N: Hey lovelies! As you can see, this is my first story. I was so happy to see that some of you followed and faved. I promise that I will work really hard to keep writing, and try to make this story worthy of the section, but I'll only know how to improve if you review!

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Both Hill and Coulson leaned in to Clint, then looked at each other.

"Did... did he just speak?" asked Hill tentatively.

"Yes, I think so. Where's that damn nurse?"

"Right behind ya, agent. And it's doctor, by the way." The woman cracked her gum.

"Now move so I can check him." Hill and Coulson took a half-inch step back as she examined Clint, opening his eyes and shining her light into them. "He's a cutie," the doctor continued. She checked his vitals. "Well, he's gettin' better. I'll be back in a few hours. She left the room, running her hand down Clint's leg as she went.

"I don't like her," Maria mumbled

"Me nei-" started Coulson, until he noticed something. "Barton's eyes are moving," he said, pointing at the agent's face. Maria noticed that they were, indeed, moving. Was he dreaming?

He was lighting the last candle when he heard it. The very slight thud of someone coming over the railing of his balcony. He only heard it because they had been partners for so long. Even he couldn't see very well out of the doors to the balcony; it was that dark. Then she came out of the shadows, almost slinking. He felt like one of her marks. She surveyed the room.

"How romantic, Barton," she snickered.

"How else am I supposed to see when all of New York is blacked out?" He made a small smile. "Plus, it smells nice." Natasha scoffed.

"Didn't know you were such a pansy, Hawkeye." She took another sly step towards him. He made a big effort to not show how hard he was trying to calm himself down.

"At least I don't have a giant secret stash of bath bombs," His smile grew into a smirk, and he stepped closer to her.

"You've never complained about their scent before. In fact, I seem to recall you favoring the vanilla and cinnamon scents the most." She took a step closer and shrugged off her coat, revealing a black lacy lingerie set. She stepped towards him again and she threw the coat on the chair behind him. Their bodies were an inch apart, and Clint realized she smelled of both cinnamon and vanilla. He didn't do a good job of hiding his attempt of control this time. Natasha smiled and gently bit down on her bottom lip, which sent Clint over the edge.

His arms circled her torso, and his lips melted into hers. She kissed him back, so glad that she didn't have to hide her arousal anymore. She wrapped one leg, then the other around his waist, and not a second after she was slammed into his wall, completely molded to him. He thrust up against her, making her release a small moan. She could feel his smirk as he made his way down her jaw to her neck and then her collarbone. He ran his tongue over it, coaxing another, louder moan, escape her mouth. She could feel the exhale of a silent laugh on her neck as he moved back up, until their eyes were locked again.

She pushed him away from her, towards his bedroom, and began undoing her lingerie set. Calloused hands stopped her, and she knew that he wanted to do that part. She grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him into a feverish kiss, proceeding to pull his shirt off to reveal his toned yet scarred chest and arms. She sucked in her bottom lip again, unconsciously this time. Clint put his hands on her hips, picking her small frame up easily and putting her through the door to his room, setting them only a couple feet away from his bed.

Natasha looped her fingers in his belt loops and pulled him towards her until her calves hit the bed and they fell. He caught himself with his arms to avoid crushing her. Natasha wriggled up the bed, Clint following her, mentally playing through what he was about to do with her. He paced himself, slowly pulling her panties down her cream-colored legs until they were off, then he threw them in some unknown direction. Clint groaned as he felt her fingers in his hair, her nails scraping his scalp just enough to make every hair stand on end.

Natasha almost lost it right then and there when he pressed his lips to her inner thigh in the softest and most delicate of kisses. His tongue then darted out, licking up her thigh until he got to his destination. She looked down on him, focusing on giving him her "do it or I'll kill you" stare, only to be met with his grey eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Don't you dare-" she started, but it was too late, the lowered his mouth, kissed her at her weakest spot, and then stopped. She was dazed now, and he knew it. He stood up again, taking off his pants, and stood there for a few moments, looking at her. She looked like her victims did after she used her spider bite, but different, because she was dazed and subdued by lust, whilst her victims were paralyzed and poisoned.

"Please, Clint..."

"What do you want, Tasha?"

"You,"

"How?"

He climbed back on top of her, but realized his mistake too soon. She smirked and flipped them over so that she was straddling him. She leaned in close and licked her lips.

"You know exactly how."

A/N: Yup, I left it like that. Want more? I know I would. Lemme know of any requests, concerns, bribes, etc.