Warning – A very lemony lemon. Mild cursing. Lemon with a dash of lemon. It's a lemon tart.

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Natasha grunted as Clint slammed her up against the wall. He swallowed the noise with his lips and she sucked his tongue into her mouth, a poor imitation of what she wanted different parts of their anatomy to be doing. She reached her hands for his belt, but he grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the wall.

"Wait," he growled. "Wait a moment."

She'd never tell anyone, but giving up control like this to Clint turned her on beyond all belief.

He tried to unzip the top part of her catsuit only to have it catch on her undershirt. This time his growl was louder, more guttural. He ripped the suit and shirt down next to the zipper and shoved it over her shoulders, pinning her arms down by her sides. Natasha's eyes narrowed. As soon as she got her hands free, she was taking him down.

Then he locked his mouth on her breast and all thoughts of revenge fled.

He'd almost lost her today. She'd been up on a rooftop, fighting one of Dr. Doom's robots when it had gotten in a lucky blow.

He'd barely managed to catch her in time as she'd fallen down the side of the building.

He released her breast from his mouth, then knelt at Tasha's side and reverently kissed the burn across her ribs. She managed to free her hands and ran a gentle thumb across the cut over his eyebrow.

After he'd caught her and she'd regained her breath, she'd wrapped her arms around his neck and had kissed the air from him. She'd whispered three words that had shattered him and then run off to continue the battle. He'd stood stock still, completely poleaxed until one of the Doombots had nearly zapped him.

He worked her suit past her lusciously curved hips and down her legs. God, those legs, registered as deadly weapons in at least three countries. He kissed the inside of each knee and then stood before her. His partner gave him her politest smile and then flipped their positions, throwing him up against the wall. She ran her fingers through his hair, then gripped it firmly and yanked his mouth down to hers. He put his hands on her waist; so tiny and soft compared to his calloused fingers.

They'd fought until the last 'bot shut down, and while Tony flew off with Bruce and the Captain in tow Clint had snagged Natasha and led her into the nearest standing structure that was empty but for the remains of some of Doom's machines and some ruble. Then he'd looked her in the eye when he asked her if she'd meant what she'd said. This was not a time to let his hearing aids play tricks on him. And when she'd said yes…

Those killer legs wrapped around his hips as she jumped, rubbing her hot center against his groin. He moaned into her mouth.

"You're wearing too many clothes, Barton." She didn't even bother trying to fight with his zipper, just popped open the button at the top of his uniform and went straight to the tearing. "What do you say I fix that?"

He fumbled with his belt and pants as she shucked his vest off. He managed to get them down his hips just enough to get his cock free. Clint slid one hand down her stomach and ran his thumb over Nat's lace covered clit, and his partner purred. When he nudged her panties aside and slid two fingers into her sopping slit, she stiffened and mewled against his lips.

Then a thought hit Clint so hard that he nearly went limp. He pulled his mouth free of hers and rested his head on her shoulder.

"Shit, Tash." His breathing was heavy and labored. "I can honestly say I wasn't planning this. I don't have a condom." He placed his hands on her waist again and looked her in the eye. "Are you still okay with this?"

"You clean?" Her eyes bored into his.

"Yeah."

"Then it's a non-issue." She rolled her hips down and onto his cock. Natasha threw her head back and moaned in ecstasy. Clint groaned as she fluttered around him, stretching to fit him. He sucked on the ivory column of her neck, leaving bruises, marking her as his.

His Tasha. Clint liked the sound of that.

She pulled her head back up and began to lift and lower her hips along his shaft. He moved one arm around to her lower back and let one hand drift back down to stroke her clit.

Her breath caught, and he kissed her again as he turned one last time, bracing her back up against the wall. She raked her nails down his back as Clint took control of their pace.

"God, Tasha… I've wanted to do this since Tuscany."

She quirked an eyebrow.

"Just since Tuscany? I've wanted to do that since you gave me a choice; wipe out the red or take the easy way out. I never did thank you for that, did I?"

She squeezed down on him, and it pulled the breath from his lungs.

"You're welcome."

"Anytime, Barton."

He slowed their frantic movements and looked into her eyes, forehead to forehead.

"я тебя люблю, Natalia Romanova."

"And I love you, Clint Barton."

They crested together, Clint just a little more vocal about it than Natasha. He didn't know how long they'd been standing there, still intertwined, until Nat laughed.

"Tony's gonna know the second we step foot in the tower, won't he?"

"You can bet your pretty little ass on it." He replied, slapping the aforementioned body part. "Especially when he sees our clothes."

Nat waited a beat, still trying to catch her breath after the slap forced a squeak from her.

"You're still wearing your pants, aren't you?"

He laughed, his full laugh that she hadn't heard since before aliens had invaded New York. "Take it as a complement, babe."

"I think I will."

Still laughing, the two partners dressed as best as they could and headed back to the tower.

Headed back home.

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A/N: Please forgive me, this is my first time posting a lemon. Definitely not my first time writing one, but my first time posting. Sorry. Thanks to everyone who favorite and followed, you made the last few weeks totally awesome for me! I'll be posting the headcanon list later this week, and if you guys have any questions about which headcanons go with which story, send me a pm and let me know!

я тебя люблю – Russian for 'I love you'.