Author's note… Warning… This is where this story starts to earn its M rating. In other words, here be smut… Lots and lots of smut. If this really truly offends you skip to the next chapter, you shouldn't have too much trouble picking it back up again.

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I don't have any claim on Marvel or JKR's characters, and I sincerely apologise to them for the appalling liberties I am about to take with their characters...

Enjoy. M x

After dinner, they strolled home slowly, arms around one another. The night was chilly, and Natasha leaned closer into his side. Feeling her shiver, Harry rubbed his hand down her arm. "Are you cold?"

She shrugged. "I didn't think, I should have brought my jacket. Vanity really, the only one I have doesn't go with this outfit" she turned her head into his shoulder laughing. "Oh God that sounded so girly... What are you doing to me?" She shook her head. "It's fine, we're nearly home anyway."

Harry halted, slipping off his own jacket to wrap it around her shoulders. "Here, although it seems a shame to cover up that dress." He looked at her simple sleeveless black dress appreciatively. "Have I told you how utterly stunning you look – if I haven't then I apologise. You are, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman in London tonight"

It had been far too long, thought Natasha hazily, since she had been held and kissed like this, without thinking about marks and targets, about missions and... Her eyes snapped open. "Mission. Tell me… Update soldier!"

Harry gave a huff of irritation and glared into the plane tree above him as if it were personally responsible for their interrupted moment. "Seriously Tasha. Now?" Seeing her look of determination he gave a martyred sigh. "OK, cliff notes version. I decided to do things properly for a change so I went to see the Statute Officers. As predicted, they threw up their hands, shrieked in horror and said not on your life. So I went to see the head of the Statute Office, who made a long and pacifying speech about my war record and the Saviour of the Wizarding World and all that..."

Natasha frowned at this – making a mental note to find out more about the "Saviour of the Wizarding World… later... "Then he said yes?"

"Then he too threw his hands in the air and said not a chance"

"How hard can this be?"

Harry shook his head. "You have no idea"

"So then what?"

"I did what I should've done in the first place. I went straight to the top. To Kingsley Shacklebolt, the Minister for Magic. It doesn't get any higher than Kingsley"

"When can you see him?"

Harry shrugged carelessly. "I saw him there and then. His PA deferred his appointment with the Muggle Prime Minister for half an hour"

Natasha's eyebrows nearly shot off the top of her head. "She deferred... Harry Potter you clearly have hidden depths that I look forward to exploring. That's a lot of clout you're swinging about... so what did he say?"

"Oh, he wants us to have coffee with him at 11am tomorrow."

"But do you think he'll say yes?"

Harry's smile was positively wicked. "Natasha. I'm Harry Potter. He'll make a fuss but he isn't going to say no to me…" His eyes took on that intense, slightly feral look that she was beginning to know well. " Now, where were we…?"

He was kissing her like a drowning man with oxygen, carefully backing her up, never breaking the kiss until she gasped as her back hit the trunk of the plane tree behind her. The feel of her through the thin fabric of her dress was intoxicating, and he was unable to resist slipping his hands under the coat, to the small of her back, pulling her so close that she seemed to be inside his skin. Leaving her lips for a moment, he pressed his attentions on a particularly sensitive spot just behind her ear, making her gasp and arch frantically against him..

"Oh God… Harry…"

The hand on the small of her back moved on downward over the taut glorious curve of her hips…

….and stopped. Harry looked at her eyes dark and very wide.

"Tasha are you uh… wearing anything… under this dress?"

He closed his eyes as she slowly shook her head, trying to keep it together, and failed. "Oh Gods Natasha Romanoff, you are going to be the death of me".

She was literally pinned up against the tree by that long lean, gorgeous body. His mouth and tongue sought out every sensitive nerve on her neck, while his left hand had hooked her leg up giving his fingers access to the smooth skin of her inner thigh, drawing tantalising patterns ever closer… She couldn't think, she couldn't breathe… she just wanted, needed…

"Are you telling me, Natasha Romanoff…?" she was relieved to hear the desperate hoarseness in his voice, knowing that he was in no better state than she was "…are you telling me that you are stark naked under this dress? That all I have to do is slide up this skirt a little more to expose you completely to anyone that happens to walk by or look out of a window? To move my hand just a little higher…" she felt a thumb drag slowly up her inner thigh to almost.. nearly.. brush against her, dragging a frustrated groan from her, the wicked voice in her ear driving her slowly insane. "... to feel how wet you are… how badly you want this. Even make you come around my fingers, here and now… in the street where anyone can watch you…"

She was murmuring in fractured Russian now, eyes glazed, brain fogged with desire. Harry's thigh was between hers and she ground herself shamelessly against it, desperate for release… she was close, so fucking close.

Harry stepped back, breathing hard.

"Oh no. Sorry sweetheart"

"What?" The blue eyes promised murder...

Harry cradled her face in his hands, dropping featherlight kisses on her overheated skin. "Natasha, I want to make the most of this… of you. At home, just around the corner, I have the biggest, softest bed in London, and an open fire in the bedroom. You have to admit that that sounds better than a quick fuck in a London street. Come on, like you said, we're nearly there."Not willing to wait, he picked her up and headed for home, smiling at the words of desire and promises of unspeakable vengeance she whispered in his ear as he hurried into Grimmauld Place

As soon as the big front door closed behind them he apparated them straight to his bedroom

ooo0ooo

In a strategically placed second floor bedroom on the corner of Grimmauld Place, Donnelly set his long lensed camera down with a huff of frustration. Beside him Mason rolled her eyes scornfully, then turned, startled as Araposa slammed the door…

"Something appears to have upset our new boss..."

Donnelly grunted in frustration. "Something's upset me... I was hoping he was about to nail her to that fucking tree. That red head's a bitch, but she's one hot bitch."

Mason averted her eyes from the conspicuous bulge in her partner's trousers, to stare thoughtfully at the door. "... you knew where he'd bring her, knew the best viewpoint to watch the house. That's very interesting."

"Interesting?"

His partner nodded slowly, eyes still on the door. "It appears that our new boss has a history with this Potter person..."

ooo0ooo

The time it took to get to Harry's bedroom at least gave Natasha a few minutes to calm down a little, but she was still acutely aware of her shaking legs and racing pulse by the time they arrived. Realising the state she was in, Harry gave her a moment, happy to simply hold her, face buried in her hair until, finally feeling her steady a little, he tilted her chin up kissing her slow and unhurried, taking a long, long time to explore every inch of her mouth until they were both raw and dizzy with desire and the need to breathe. Finally breaking away, he set her back against the carved wooden posts of his bed.

"So you have something to hang onto" he growled.

"Cocky aren't you Mr Magic Man". She tried for insouciant but the pulse racing in her throat and the tremors that shook her body gave the lie to her words…"

"Let's see shall we… Put your arms over your head…" Crouching before her, he ran big strong hands up the outside of her legs, pushing her black dress slowly upwards, eyes never once leaving hers. "You look amazing in this dress, but it has to go."

He felt Natasha tremble, taking a deep breath as his thumbs left her waist, brushed the sides of her breasts as they travelled slowly upwards, drawing the dress over her head, leaving her naked before him, wearing only her black heels which she went to kick off. "No, leave them on… please." She looked at him taller than her even now, tense and wide eyed… "Oh Christ Tasha. You're stunning, perfect… just ... perfect"

She smiled uncertainly, shaken out of her usual inscrutability by the raw need in his eyes. There was something about this man that stripped away her layers, not simply her clothing. With Harry she wasn't the Black Widow, the Avenger with the shady past, she wasn't even Natalia Romanova. With him she had no masks, no disguises. She was just Tasha. And it terrified her, even as she loved it...

"Tasha" Harry's voice was gentle, concerned, cradling her against him as though she was a delicate, precious thing to be protected at all costs. "Are you alright Tash?"

She shook off her mood with a shrug, trying for levity. "This isn't fair. You're wearing far too many clothes Mr Magic Man". Her lips against his, her unsteady hands loosened his tie, struggled with the buttons of his shirt, suddenly desperate for the sensation of his skin against hers, eventually losing patience, sending both buttons and shirt flying across the room.

He was gorgeous she thought hazily, running her hands down his stomach, nipping at his collarbone, all pale skin and long lean muscle, broader in the shoulders taut and defined lower down, with that lovely teasing line of soft hair leading down into his waistband. She reached out to pull him still closer, but he smiled, leaning her firmly back against the bedpost once again, as he dropped to one knee before her.

She leaned back grateful for the support as he lifted one leg from the floor, removing her shoe, kissing her instep, working his way up her leg with tongue and hands and teeth until every inch of her skin was tingling. Finding the tiny spot at the back of her knee that wrenched a whimper from her, he worked it mercilessly with his tongue until she was gripping the bedpost, head thrown back.

"You're thinking about how it'll feel aren't you Tash?" Harry murmured as hands and lips and tongue worked their way up her thigh, her leg braced over his shoulder now, her muscles trembling under his hands. "You're thinking what it'll be like when I finally get there... when I finally slip my tongue here." A single finger brushed, light as a butterfly's wing, making her arch frantically against him. She heard the raw need in his voice, realising how much it cost him to take so very much time with her. "You're so swollen already Tash, you want it so badly, I can smell it" He took a deep breath. "You smell wonderful. You're so turned on right now you're barely upright." His eyes, full of desire and wonder and mischief looked up at her. "How long do you think you can hold out?"

"Bring it on Mr Magic Man..." When would she learn to keep her mouth shut thought Natasha blearily. He was right. She was so turned on, so desperate that one touch of his tongue would probably be enough. She needed him so badly that it literally hurt, a dull throbbing ache between her legs that made it impossible to think of anything else.

His mouth had left her thigh for a moment, lifting his head to run his tongue thoughtfully around her navel, tickling and teasing until she gasped and squirmed, but his hands held her hips firmly against the post...

"But Tasha. My beautiful, lethal, funny gorgeous Tasha, have you considered that we have all night… all the time in the world...?" with a wicked smile, his hands left her hips to run up her stomach to her breasts, rolling her already hardened nipples firmly in his fingers, clearly intending to stretch this out as long as he could...

And Natasha broke

"No... Harry... no, please don't make me..." She was babbling now, no shame left. "Harry, you wanted me to beg and I'm begging... please Harry... please don't make me wait.. I need... I ... please."

His smile widened, knowing that she was still precariously balanced on a single high heel, her leg shaking uncontrollably as she fought to regain even a little control clinging helplessly to the bedpost behind her, under the twin onslaught of his mouth and fingers... "Shhh love. Since you ask so very nicely..." Still unhurried he nibbled and kissed his way down the taut quivering muscles of her stomach, until she finally felt cool sure fingers part her folds, felt warm breath over her agonisingly heated swollen flesh. "Hold on tight sweetheart..."

She had been right. Harry's tongue flicked feather-light over her clitoris... there, but nowhere near enough, forcing a ragged scream from her as her hips bucked desperately… seeking… wanting…. more.. just…more. No sooner had she managed to catch a ragged breath than his fingers parted her a little further, "Tasha, sweetheart, you taste delicious." ... teasing her with tiny kitten licks, careful to avoid giving her any kind of relief, until he finally took pity, looking up at her, knowing he had managed to reduce this composed, self possessed woman to shaking, babbling, incoherence...

"Come for me Tasha..."

With a final swirl of his tongue, Harry took the swollen bud very carefully between his teeth, tugging gently before sucking her firmly into his mouth.

And in that one single second, Natasha Romanoff shattered, screaming his name, into wave after wave of suffocating pleasure that ripped the breath and strength from her body...

But he wasn't done with her yet. Just as she peaked, shaking uncontrollably against his mouth; he slid two long cool fingers inside her, curling them against her walls, sucking firmly on her far too sensitive clitoris at the same time, crashing her straight through into a second, even more intense climax, wailing this time, as another wall of sensation, perfectly poised between agony and mind blowing pleasure, far too intense for her already hopelessly overstimulated body to cope with, hit her and everything went black…. Only Harry's fast reflexes caught her as Natasha's body, crumpled, boneless and barely conscious onto his bed.

ooo0ooo

Natasha came around to find that Harry had moved her to the middle of the bed. She felt amazing, her body still tingling, but weak and boneless, utterly relaxed. Harry was resting his head on her stomach, glittering green eyes watching her.

"Hey. You're back"

"Congratulations" she gasped weakly "In all my life, all of my experience, I've never ever done that. I thought it was a sexual urban myth… the idea of actually blacking out - now I know."

Harry knelt up on the bed, and she realised he must have shed the rest of his clothes while she was out of it, for he was gloriously and gorgeously naked… and clearly as desperately turned on as she had been a few minutes ago. Sitting up a little, she reached for his hand, tugging him closer, the long length of his body poised above her. Drawing his head down for a kiss, her taste on his lips was ridiculously erotic. Smiling wickedly she rubbed herself against him, making him shudder brokenly into her shoulder.

"Hey Magic Man, we're not done yet…"

Green eyes hazy with his own need looked into hers. "Are you sure Tash? You look wrung out" he pushed the damp hair off her face… "I can sort… this out… if you…"

"Harry as insanely hot as the idea of lying here watching you masturbate is, I have a much better idea..."

"Oh. Well in that case, come here, Because I have an idea too…"

ooo0ooo

"You have all the best ideas" murmured Natasha a little while later. The room was dark now, except for the fire that Harry had managed to light without even leaving the bed; and she was half sitting, half laying on her back between Harry's legs. In spite of his own evident arousal, he had taken care with her, content to lie curled up around her, long fingers teasing her breasts, playing endlessly with her nipples until desire curled warm in her belly again and she shifted restlessly against him

"Shh, love… relax." One hand abandoned its games and drifted down, stroking the softness of her belly and onward over the neat dark red curls to slide a single moistened finger into her folds, stroking her clitoris with tiny teasing delicate strokes, while the other hand played out the same pattern on a nipple. "…there's no rush. It's no fun if it isn't good for us both"

Urgency was building but differently, from a distance, her body was warm and loose and thrumming with a curious tingling energy, when Harry finally drew her around and onto his lap. "I love it like this" he murmured into her ear, voice deeper and a little rougher than usual, "it's the most intimate thing imaginable. I can see every expression on your face as you…. Oh shit… Tash… as you sink onto me. I can feel every shift in your body and every muscle clench and relax , but I still have both hands free to touch you or just to hold you… to kiss you…"

This time however it was Natasha that kissed him, her hands on his face, taking back a little of the control she had so happily ceded to him earlier as her hips found their rhythm, driving Harry slowly but surely out of his mind. He had been hard since the absence-of-underwear incident, and agonisingly hard since he had stripped her naked in one single motion and now an urgent heat was pooling low in his belly... there was no way he was going to last…

"Tash, will you do something for me love".

"Mmm"

"Touch yourself for me – please…"

Her eyes widened just for a second, then she smiled wickedly, bringing two fingers up to her mouth, sucking on them thoughtfully before slipping them into the folds where their bodies were joined, circling her clitoris. Harry's fingers alternatively stroked and pinched her nipples, watching entranced as she rode him, head thrown back, chasing her own pleasure. He didn't think he had ever seen anything so magnificent. But his body's urgency was becoming impossible to ignore now. He could feel his own climax building irresistibly, his body tightening, heart slamming against his ribs. Just as he was about to lose control, Tasha shuddered bone deep as her body tightened around him, pulling him with her over the edge, his vision whiting out as he shattered with a hoarse cry, riding out the storm wrapped tightly in her arms.

When Harry finally came to, Tasha was still curled up, half asleep in his lap and his right leg was starting to go dead. Carefully shifting her onto the bed he flicked his fingers over them both as he reached for the rumpled covers. Feeling the chilly tingle of his spell she opened her eyes, startled…

"Wha…?"

"Relax love… Cleaning charm. Not quite as good as a shower but pretty close"

She frowned adorably "oh… s'good." She gave a contented sigh as he drew the covers around them both, curling into his side "g'night Harry"

"Goodnight Tash". Harry slid an arm around her, drawing her closer, and within minutes they were both asleep…