Author Note: I enjoyed writing this…thoroughly. I know you all have be practically been licking the screen of your phones and computers when I put just a fraction of a 'hot scene' in the chapters. Well…here you go.

Warning: Mature Content Ahead.

You HAVE been warned.

Excuse the Mistakes- thanks.

Enjoy.

:o)

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His lips were glued to my neck, just under my ear. I could feel his hot breath as he moved his kisses up and then back down and around to my lips. His fingers were firmly on my hips kneading them hard. His thumbs dipped into the waistband of my jeans. I laced my fingers through his wet hair and tugged slightly. He moaned as he stripped me of my sweater. He smirked at me, his blue eyes sparkling mischievously at me as he used his left hand to unhook my bra and then his right to unbutton my jeans. Oh…he's a multi-tasker in stripping. I grinned and felt…very hot then.

"That's sexy," I mumbled into lips.

He chuckled, "I'm glad I can impress you." He hot lips descended onto my breasts and I gave a sharp cry. He sucked hard on the left nipple enough for my toes to curl. I shoved him away slightly and his eyes widened. I lifted the edges of his shirt and practically tore it off his body. He grinned and gave a light laugh, "Impatient thing, aren't you?"

His eyes danced over me and I unbuckled his jeans, "I think five years is enough to wait…don't you?"

He immediately became sober. His hands stilled on my wrists. I met his eyes with a question. He shook his head and my heart almost fell, "Once this starts…I'm…I'm not stopping…no interruptions. You're mine. All of you."

My lips parted slightly and I nodded blankly. His hands gave my wrists a squeeze, "Unless you tell me otherwise."

When his hands left mine, I unzipped his pants quickly and pushed my hand inside. He moaned as pulled my lips to his. His left hand wrapped up in my hair. He gently pulled out my hair tie. I shuffled out of my boots and pulled him toward the blanket that he had laid out on the dirty floor. It was sexy and crazy…having sex here…while it was raining. So many memories were in this house…shack. I wanted new ones. I wanted a new start where he didn't follow me everywhere. A fresh life where he wasn't held over my head for every single thing. I broke away from his kiss and eased myself down on the blanket. I ran my hands over the plush cotton while he removed his boots. He eased down on his hands and knees, crawling over me with a small smirk lacing his face, "You are so beautiful."

He gave me a lazy kiss before his hands moved to my jeans. He straddled my leg as he unzipped them the rest of the way, pulling them down, taking my panties with them. I laid my head back and felt his lips touch my stomach, he moved down through my torso, and down on to my thighs. I gasped as fingers dove into me. His lips were back on mine and then suddenly, I was writhing under him. I could feel him pressing against my thigh. Oh, I wanted him. I pressed down into his hand as he sucked gently on my ear. My breath coming out in pants. I hadn't done anything in so long. He mumbled against my neck, "God, you're so tight Marcy."

"Clint," I moaned softly. My fingers fumbling with his jeans. I wanted him out of these things. Now. He pulled away kicking out of them. I sat up slightly, wrapping my hand around his length and gave him a few pumps. I felt his body tighten and he relaxed against me.

He shook his head, "I...I don't…"

I silenced him with my lips and pulled him forward. The question of protection died between us. I felt him slip in and my breath caught. I cried out as he gave a long hard thrust. He kissed my lips waiting for me to give him some kind of sign it was okay. A small smile laced my lips as the uncomfortable feeling dissipated. I ran my finger over his jaw and pulled his head sideways, just enough for me to lick the base of his neck directly under his Adams apple. He bucked into me again with a growl and he didn't stop this time. His pace quickened and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He moved his left hand behind my head for support. The blanket slightly scooting back with each thrust.

I mumbled incoherent thoughts with each thrust, each touch, and now his lips were attached to my breasts. "Clint." I whispered softly. "Almo…"

Another thrust and I was crying out, blue spots in my vision, my legs tightened their grip as I let him ride me through the orgasm. He growled and picked up his pace just slightly earning another cry from me. He grunted, twice…and then his forehead tucked into my neck as his body stilled. I laced my fingers through his hair again and kissed his temple gently.

"Marcy," I met his eyes and he rubbed my cheek softly, "Your eyes…"

I smiled softly feeling the prickle of the familiar Flame climb down my hands and arms. His eyes never left mine, his hand now engulfed. I could see my reflection in his eyes, the Flame was moving gracefully through my hair. His eyes searched mine, moving over every inch of my face and the Flame. His swallowed as his eyes became shiny, "God…you are…you are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my entire life."

I let the Flame die down and slowly extinguish, "Are you sure? I mean…are you sure this is what you want?"

He kissed my nose then and I grinned as he grabbed the edge of the blanket and brought it over us as he rolled to the side. He reached over and grabbed the backpack, placing it under our heads, "I wouldn't have chased you around the world for years if I didn't."

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I almost panicked…almost. Waking up naked and alone in a shack would have been horrible especially knowing I would have to face him later. But after I told myself to remain calm about ten times- I finally noticed Clint standing in the door. His jeans hung dangerously low on his hips and I smiled at the sight. There was a small fire going in the old fire place. His arms were crossed as he stared out into the woods surrounding the shack. He seemed to be in deep thought. I grabbed my panties and slipped them on along with my sweater. I pulled my boots on and the noise caused him to turn his head. He smiled brightly and pulled me into his arms.

"Did I wake you?" He kissed the top of my head and I pressed further into his bare chest. He was so incredibly warm.

"I noticed you weren't beside me anymore." He nodded, running his fingers through my hair. He looked away quickly and swallowed. I watched him closely, "You're worried."

"Tomorrow. Yea."

I pulled away slowly and leaned on the other side of the door frame. Gnawing on my lip I gazed outside into the fine mist. I idly wondered if my mom was concerned we weren't back yet. The thought quickly was put to rest knowing she would be thrilled if she actually knew the truth, "I can take care of myself you know?"

His gaze moved down to his boots, jeans slightly dirty from the dust and dirt that was on the floor. I shivered thinking about the spiders that were in here. We had slept on the floor. My mind scolded me, but heart suddenly slapped it in the face. You love him.

"No…just have a feeling something is going to happen."

"Is this about Steve?" I crossed my arms, feeling my sweater graze a few inches higher on my backside. He shook his head and gave a short sigh. "Then what's this about? You aren't losing me. I'm here Clint. All yours."

He stepped forward and his hands were warm on my face, the pads of his thumbs caressing my cheeks. He swallowed again as he seemed to be fighting back emotion. He pressed his lips against my lips and I responded very quickly, but he pulled away just as fast. He leaned his forehead against mine, "Marcy…you know that I…"

He shifted and I met his eyes when he pulled back. Clint paused before the pulled me into a tight embrace, "I know Clint."

Was this feeling he had so terrible? Was something really going to happen? I felt him smile against my cheek, "This is actually a beautiful place. Be a great place to live."

I laughed as I pulled away in search of my jeans. We needed to get back and explain our change of plans to my mom. "Right…if you like holes in the walls, bugs, and no door…"

He chuckled deeply, his eyes never leaving me. I met his gaze for a moment, "I'm pretty handy with a hammer."

I giggled slightly, "I bet you're handy with a lot of things."

His phone gave a ding and innuendo fell away. I slipped my boots on while watching his face read through the message. Suddenly he put the phone to his ear. The lines in his face were back, Agent Barton was present, "Sir."

I kept shifting my gaze over as I dusted the blanket off and began to fold it. It was quite obvious that while I was asleep, he had been in contact with our boss. I choked down the fear that rose up in my chest knowing that we would face Crystal tomorrow. His plan that the little pipsqueak was referring to would be revealed. If we played our cards right and everyone was careful…casualties would be at a minimum.

"Yes Sir...Yes Sir...We would like to be involved Sir...And yes, I understand what this means...I'll take that Sir..." Clint's eyes connected with mine and they seemed glassy. My ears perked trying to hear whatever Fury was talking about. "I understand Sir...James and I will be in shortly...Thank you."

He slid the phone down into his pocket and he picked up his shirt silently shaking it before putting it on. I crossed my arms holding the blanket tightly to my chest, "What was that about?"

"Nothing. Just orders." He said with a short tone. I chewed on the inside of my lip waiting for him to continue. He grabbed the pan of water from outside and doused the fire. He snatched the backpack up off the floor and gave a swift nod, "We should get back to talk to your mom, yea?"

"Yea…we should." I walked past him and on out of the shack. I turned slightly toward the house as we began walking away. He slipped his hand into mine and gave it a quick squeeze. "Will you come back here with me one day?"

He looked a bit conflicted for a moment and then it disappeared. The lines were still etched in his face. He nodded, "I'll bring a few more blankets next time."

I smiled back at him as we continued to my mom's house. Something though, something was nagging at me. Something was wrong.

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Author Note:

Okay…now that I've finished with this chapter… I'm not sure that I like it or not. Everything happened that I wanted to happen…but I don't feel like it was my best writing or was it anywhere NEAR long enough for my tastes. I guess I just have such high expectations of myself.

Thank You:

(I haven't done these in a LONG time- they are overdue)

First of all….You all are super amazing. NEVER have I received such attention and been involved in such a supportive and welcoming Fandom before. You ALL rock!

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emberlies- Thank you for the constant reviews. I can always count on you…on this story and as well as my others. :o)

badwolfette21- Happy fangirl yet?

Missing A Muse- Clint IS irresistible. And I kinda think the actor is irresistible too. Seeing the New Bourne movie tonight! Yum.

Phoenixstar7- You commented back on Ch12…back in June. I STILL go to that review and read when I need a pick-me-up. Love Love Love this review. :o) Hope you are still enjoying the story!

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ChaosHasCome- Thank you! I do believe she and Clint are so much alike- in many ways.

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Disclaimer:

I do not own Avengers or the characters.

Marcy James is created by me.