She clumsily led him to her bedroom, her hands roaming freely over his body as he consumed her senses. He pinned her against the door as he kissed her, holding her wrists above her head as he nibbled softly on her neck. He slipped a thigh between her legs and she moaned softly, her knees suddenly feeling weak.

"Clint," she breathed, closing her eyes and leaning her head back.

"I want you," he murmured, lowering his lips down her throat. He sucked briefly at her collar bone before moving his head lower still, mouthing at her breasts through the thin fabric of her tank top.

"Mmmm," she groaned, biting her lip. She pulled her wrists free from his grasp and tugged at his shirt, groping for the slightest bit of bare skin under her fingertips.

He hissed softly as she slowly ghosted her nails up and down his sides. In one smooth motion, he lifted her up off the ground and placed her gently on the bed, pushing her shirt up, skimming his hand over the flat of her stomach and tracing her belly button with his thumb. "God, your skin is even softer than I remember," he said, reaching behind her to unhook her bra.

She pulled his face back down to hers as he cupped her breasts, slowly teasing her nipples. She tugged roughly at his hair, running her fingers purposefully across his scalp and he nearly growled as he lowered his head to her chest, tonguing and sucking her already hardened nipples.

"Are we really doing this?" she asked on a shaky breath.

"Yeah," he whispered against her ear as she squirmed beneath him. "Unless you want me to stop?"

"No," she said, her hands wandering dangerously low on his body. "No, don't stop…"

He slowly moved his hands over her ribs and down her torso, smiling satisfactorily at the slight quivering in her stomach when he reached down to unbutton her jeans. He slid his hand inside her panties.

"God, you're already wet," he groaned, his cock throbbing at the realization.

"I want you," she breathed. She moaned softly when he slipped his middle finger inside her, and nearly cried out when he added his index.

"Ungh, so tight," he whispered, moving his fingers in and out in a slow rhythm.

He kissed her mouth and she moaned against his lips when he began to rub her clit with his thumb as he fingered her.

"Ah," she whimpered when he pumped harder, her whole body tensing.

"That feel good?"

"God, yes." Her breath came out in low, fast moans. "Clint, please."

He covered her ear with his mouth, hooking his fingers upwards.

She cried out, her back arching off the bed. "Oh, God. Right there," she whimpered. "Shit, that feels good."

"Right here?" He murmured, sliding his fingers deeper. "That your g-spot?" He groaned when he felt her grow wetter and start to flutter around him, his cock twitching in response. "Oh, yeah, that's your g-spot…"

"Oh, Clint," she moaned. "Don't stop!"

She writhed beneath him as he fingered her, moaning a string of obscenities until she cried out, "Oh, God, yes, Clint!" as she came.

"You are so freaking hot," he murmured, slowly moving his fingers again.

She whimpered softly, the muscles in her legs moving involuntarily. "What are you doing?"

"Sssh," he whispered, holding her hips in place with his other hand. "Just relax."

"Clint, please, it's too much. I don't think I can…"

"Relax," he repeated against her throat. "Trust me." He increased the pressure of his thumb on her clit, rubbing her softly as he lowered his mouth back down to her breasts, licking and sucking at her nipples as his fingers continued to please her and it wasn't long before she was clenching around his fingers again, crying out his name.

She pulled his shirt up and he raised his arms over his head so she could easily tug it off. "I almost forgot how good you are with your hands," She said, sucking roughly at his neck, lowering her mouth across his chest and down his stomach. She placed her palm over the front of his jeans and he groaned loudly, pressing his erection against her hand.

"I'm pretty good at certain things too," she said in a throaty voice. How do you want me to get you off?" She asked, her tongue darting teasingly out over his abs.

"Oh, God," he nearly whimpered.

She grinned wickedly, nipping at his flesh, her fingers skimming lightly over the skin behind his waistband as she unzipped his jeans and proceeded to tug them down his hips, boxers and all.

She licked her lips slowly, reaching out to take him in her hands.

"You're evil," he whined, as she teased his tip with her thumb. "Nat, please…"

"Please what?" She asked, innocently, nuzzling his hipbone with her nose.

"Please suck my cock," he moaned.

"Well, since you asked nicely," she took him in her mouth, running her tongue slowly along his underside and twirling it around his tip.

He groaned loudly when she started to go up and down his length. "Fuck, that's good, Nat."

She reached her hands up to play with him as she sucked him, squeezing and teasing his balls.

"Holy shit," he breathed as his eyes rolled back in his head.

She began to suck harder, her head bobbing as she slid him in and out between her lips.

"Fuck, Tash, I'm gonna come," he warned her, expecting her to pull away, but instead she moved her tongue faster as she sucked him to completion.

He came hard, crying out as his orgasm ripped through him. "Shit, that was amazing," he murmured as he watched her wipe her mouth with the back of her hand. "Come here."

She crawled up his body to settle into the crook of his arm, burying her face in his chest. "Are you sure you don't want to have sex tonight?" she cooed.

"No," he said, running a hand through his hair as he tried to get his breathing back to normal. "But you literally just broke up with him and I don't think it's a good idea."

"That's not like you," she said quietly.

He shook his head. "Whatever this is, with us, I don't want to ruin it. Alright?"

She nodded. "Okay." She thought for a moment. "Are you hungry?"

"Always. Wanna order a pizza or something?" He asked, rubbing her back in small circles.

"Sure. But we have to go pick it up. I don't give anyone this address."

He chuckled softly. "That doesn't surprise me. Well, let's go eat it there then. I'll drive and we'll call it a date."

She smiled. "It's not that far. It's a nice night, we can walk. And I really like the idea of going on a date with you, handsome."

XXXXX

He took her hand in his as they walked away from the pizza place. After awhile, he noticed that she was favoring her right leg. "I thought you said you were healed," he said with a hint of concern.

She nodded. "It is healed. Just a little sore. I guess super-human healing isn't always that super after all."

"Well, get your weight off it. I'll carry you."

"What? No!"

"Come on, it'll be fun," he said, scooting down. "Hop on!"

"A piggyback ride?" She laughed in disbelief. "No way, I'll kill your back."

"Nah," he said with a wave. "It's only a few blocks. And you're not that heavy. Now hop on, or I'll make you."

She hesitantly pulled herself onto his back and squealed when he took a couple of heavy steps forward, pretending to double over under her weight. She swatted his shoulder playfully and he laughed.

"Hold on tight," he warned, before taking off at top speed.

She giggled, tightening her arms around his neck until he slowed to a normal pace. Before long, her apartment was in view and he slackened his muscles at the same time that she shifted her weight. They tumbled to the grass in a fit of laughter.

"You're so beautiful," he told her as he leaned over her, running a hand through her hair and placing a chaste kiss against her lips.

"You know, we can do this inside," she said, wiggling her eyebrows.

He hastily stood up, pulling her with him and she fumbled around in her bag for her keys.

"It's getting kind of late. Maybe I should go…" he said softly.

Her expression as she looked back at him was near panic. "You're leaving?"

"Um, I don't have to…" he said as they re-entered her apartment. "Want me to crash here tonight?"

She nodded.

He smiled. "Alright."

She hesitated, biting her lip. "Clint, there's something you should know…"

"What's the matter?"

"Um, I've never had a man spend the night in my bed before. I mean, only James…"

He closed his eyes for a second upon hearing his name.

She sighed. "I just don't want to be alone."

He nodded. "Okay. It's okay, I'll just sleep on the couch, or whatever."

She thought for a moment. "Hold on. I have a better idea." She disappeared into the hallway outside her room and returned seconds later with an airmattress.

"It's more comfortable then it looks, I promise," she told him.

"Hey, I've slept in worse places," he replied.

She pulled some blankets out of a closet and he settled down slowly. In a second she had settled in beside him, reaching on the couch for the remote and clicking on the tv.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"I thought you need background noise," she said.

"I do, but I meant, what's this?"

She cuddled closer to him. "We're camping out for the night."

"We? You mean, you're sleeping with me?"

She nodded, gazing wide-eyed at him. "Is this not okay?"

"No," he said, slipping an arm around her shoulders and drawing her in close. "No, it's perfect," he said, pressing his lips against her hair.