Written to: Tiptoe - Imagine Dragons, crosspost from AO3
Quaintrelle: A woman who emphasizes a life of passion, expressed through personal style, leisurely pastimes, charm, and cultivation of life's pleasures.
"What do you think about it?" Natasha asks, tossing a slew of cherry curls over her shoulder and leaning forward to allow Clint to finish lacing up the corset, slipping the silky ribbons through tiny holes and tugging tight. "It's a nice colour, don't you think?"
And because playtime has not started yet, because they aren't in character yet, Clint smiles, leans forward to press a kiss to a creamy shoulder.
"I like it a lot," he says, finishing the lacing with a neat little bow that ends right between her shoulder blades. "It looks very good on you. Although everything does."
"You sure know how to talk to a woman, don't you, Mr. Barton?" she teases, throwing him a glance over her shoulder. He smiles back at her.
"Maybe," he teases her right back, curling a tangle of red hair around his index finger and tugging gently. She watches him thread the strands through his fingers. "But maybe it's just because you're the only one who ever listens in."
She grins, gives him a little shove to the shoulder, pushes him back onto the bed, and just like that she goes from being just Natasha Romanov to something much more. Clint watches the transformation appreciatively, propping himself up on his elbows and admiring the way the corset hugs her slender curves, how the red lacings around the edges are the exact same shade as her hair, lets his eyes linger on the tiny garters that hold up her sheer silk stockings.
"And now?" she asks, her voice a dangerous, seductive purr as she slides herself up his body and splays her hands out over his chest. "Do I listen to you now?"
Clint swallows, his eyes caught by the way her tongue traces the swell of her lower lip.
"No, Mistress," he says, his voice barely more than a whisper. "I listen to you."
Natasha smiles, her teeth gleaming in the low light of the bedroom.
"Yes, love, that is exactly right," she whispers as she sits up and reaches out to unbutton his pants.