Chapter 16.

Jemma felt rather as though she was living in a dream. Sitting in Tony Stark's penthouse, having dinner with the Avengers, Hawkeye's arm around her shoulders as Bruce Banner asked interested questions about her work. Thor was sitting across the table talking expansively, waving his arms around and occasionally stopping to stroke Jane's hair. THOR. She shook her head in disbelief.

"You all right?" Clint murmured softly into her ear. She'd flinched away from him the first time he put his arm around her, glancing nervously across at Fitz, but Fitz only arched an eyebrow and gave her an amused grin before turning back to stare at Darcy again. She'd thought that would be the end of her embarrassment until Tony Stark made a comment about the Hawk preening his feathers to attract a mate.

Clint flicked a pea off his plate which bounced with perfect accuracy directly between Tony's eyes. Tony looked for a moment as if he was about to retaliate until Pepper grabbed his hand.

"Do you really want to start a food fight right now? You deserved that. Leave Clint alone." She smiled at Jemma who smiled back gratefully, and that was the end of Stark's sniping. For now, anyway, though she could tell by the way those dark eyes glittered that Stark was just storing ammunition for use later.

"I'm fine," she murmured back to Clint's query now. "Just got a bit of a feeling of unreality, you know?"

"I get that too a lot of the time," Clint said with a small smile.

"You, but you're Hawkeye, you're one of them!" she said in surprise. Bruce was attending to his meal, and to Tony who was talking again on his other side, so for the moment they had the illusion of privacy in their conversation.

"Seriously? I told you about my childhood. Under-privileged doesn't begin to cover it, Jemma. And here I sit, in a billionaire's penthouse, working with my childhood hero," he gestured towards Steve, "a god from Norse myth," Thor, of course, "Iron Man…"

"I take your point," Jemma said hurriedly before he said anything about Bruce and the Hulk. "Familiarity, though…"

"Does not breed contempt. Except for Tony." Clint grinned, and she laughed. "Seriously, they're all just people, and very nice for the most part. Thor's a little odd but he has a completely different frame of reference from the rest of us, and he is trying."

"Very trying," Bruce said a bit sardonically.

"Just because Hulk has some kind of grudge match going on with him," Clint snarked. "Every time Hulk and Thor get near each other Hulk tries to put Thor through a wall. I think the big green guy feels a bit threatened."

Jemma couldn't help but giggle at that, and both Bruce and Clint smiled at her.

After dinner, Bruce invited Jemma down to see his bioscience labs, and after a hesitant glance at Clint, who murmured "Go ahead. I'll catch up with you later," she accepted delightedly. Skye, Fitz and Darcy all trotted off after Tony like a row of eager little ducklings, so Jemma didn't worry about Fitz. He'd be lost in Tony's labs forever. They might have to send a search party in.

Jemma hadn't really thought that might apply to herself, but Bruce's labs were like Wonderland. Everything in there was state-of-the-art, some of the tech so new she hadn't even heard a whisper of it. Bruce admitted he and Tony had built a fair bit of it themselves, some of it after Thor had described Asgardian tech to them. Bruce agreed with Jemma's theory that sufficiently advanced technology was indistinguishable from magic, and they were animatedly discussing the ways in which Thor's tidbits of knowledge from Asgard were helping to bridge that gap when Clint found them.

"I told you he'd try to steal you," Clint's voice said in an amused tone, making Jemma jump and spin round. There he was, leaning in a doorframe, ankles casually crossed, arms folded over his chest. He'd changed back into a sleeveless T-shirt and cargo pants, which appeared to be his default method of dress.

"Oh," Jemma glanced guiltily at her watch. "I forgot the time."

"Sweetheart, it's not like we had an appointment." Clint pushed off the doorframe and came forward, bending his head to kiss her cheek, slipping his arm around her waist. "I'm glad you and Bruce are getting along. I'd like you to think of this as your home labs, now S.H.I.E.L.D.'s are gone. Bruce will be happy to have someone as smart as you to bounce ideas off. But I already warned him even Hulk wouldn't be able to save him if he tried to steal my girl."

Surprised, Jemma cast a sheepish glance at Bruce, but he was grinning. "He really did. Don't worry, Clint. I'm fairly sure Jemma is immune to my myriad personal attractions."

Jemma blushed. "Don't sell yourself short, Dr. Banner. But I think one Avenger is more than enough for me." She leaned into Clint, enjoying the heat of his body. She hadn't noticed until he touched her, but it was cool in the labs and she felt chilled.

"Sorry, Bruce," Clint said, "I'm stealing her back now."

Banner flapped a hand. "Go. Otherwise you'll only make me uncomfortable with PDA's, I can tell. Go be disgraceful in private."

Jemma blushed, but Bruce had already turned away, and Clint's arm tightened around her waist, drawing her towards the elevator.

"Clint," she reproved as the doors slid shut behind them, "that was a bit rude… grmph." She was cut off as he shoved her hard up against the wall of the elevator and brought his mouth down on hers in an absolutely filthy kiss, hot tongue plunging into her mouth even as he hoisted her off her feet and ground the extremely impressive bulge in his pants against her core.

"Camera?" Jemma retained enough presence of mind to ask when he released her lips for a moment to nip at the soft skin of her throat. Mind you, they'd already given anyone watching quite a show. She'd been unable to stop herself from wrapping her legs around his waist and grinding back against him. Her skirt had ridden up almost to her hips and he was creating an amazing friction against her clit through her thin knickers.

"Privacy protocol," Clint panted out. "Already told – JARVIS – disable it – oh God, Jemma, I need to have you…"

"Yes," she moaned frantically, and as the elevator doors slid open he moved, lifting her against him. He carried her out of the elevator, still wrapped around him like a clinging vine.

"My floor," he muttered in response to her slightly frantic look around, "elevator won't stop here for anyone else…" and he was lowering her to a couch, huge and squashy, upholstered in a rich tan leather.

Jemma was so frantic she actually popped the button off Clint's cargo pants, which made him laugh darkly, but he was just as wild to get her naked. How they managed without further damaging each other's clothes Jemma would never afterwards be sure; she only knew the desperate desire to feel his hot skin against as much of her body as possible, to have that thick, solid cock inside her as his mouth ravaged her throat. She'd managed to wrap her legs around his waist and drag him halfway in when he stopped, frantically trying to pull back.

"Jemma, stop, I need a condom!" Clint berated himself mentally. She'd damn near completely made him lose his head.

"No," Jemma moaned.

"Yes, I won't risk getting you pregnant…"

"You can't, I've got an implant. And I know you're clean. Me too. So shut up and fuck me, Clint."

He hesitated only a moment longer: she was right about them both being clean. Monthly blood tests at S.H.I.E.L.D. ensured that, not that he ever took risks. He'd have to trust her on the implant, but he was sure she wouldn't lie to him. Clint looked down into Jemma's soft brown eyes, gazing up at him, hazy with need, and gave himself over to her. "Jemma," he said thickly, and pushed deeper. Without the artificial latex barrier between them she felt even more amazing, slick and tight around his body's most sensitive part. Every nerve ending tingled as she tilted her hips up to take him fully inside her.

For a long moment Clint held utterly still, letting Jemma adapt to having him there, so deep he could feel his tip brushing the end of her passage. She was breathing in short gasps, her nails scoring at his shoulders, head tossing restlessly from side to side. Her heels dug into his ass as she shifted her legs, begging him wordlessly to move, to give her the friction she needed to come. And then she found her tongue.

"Clint! Fucking move, you bastard! Do it, bang me, do it hard!"

He almost laughed; it seemed his filthy mouth was infectious. Hearing the words spill from Jemma's lips in her crisp English accent was incongruous, but incredibly sexy. "Yeah?" he moved, but tauntingly, slowly, drawing almost all the way out and then slowly back in again, strong hands on her hips preventing her from using her leg muscles to slam them together. "You don't like it slow, like this?"

"Yes," Jemma moaned, totally incoherent now.

"You do like it, or you don't?" he teased, moving one hand to slide in between them, playing with her clit, scissoring his fingers over it lightly.

"Yes!"

Clint felt Jemma begin to clench, and pressed firmly down on her clit with one finger. "Not just yet, sweetheart. Not till I say." The tiny spasm subsided, but she began to pant.

"Oh God. Clint, please. Do you want me to beg? Please please please please…"

"Sshh," he kissed her lips gently. "Wait. It'll be better if you wait."

"But I want it now!" she pouted adorably, and he nipped her lower lip.

"You wanted it hard and fast a moment ago. Can't make your mind up, can you, sweetheart?" he was moving again, slow and gentle, keeping up the pressure on her clit. In the back of his mind he thought vaguely that he was going to need to buy himself a cock ring, because it was going to be bloody difficult to prolong Jemma's pleasure when all he wanted to do was blow his load inside her wet heat. Well, he had all night. He licked his lips hungrily at the thought.

Jemma let out a soft wail, head dropping back, her back arching helplessly because he had her hips pinned, but just the sight of her writhing under him like that sent Clint past the point of no return. "Fuck, look at you, you gorgeous woman," he groaned out, and then he shifted, angling his hips to make sure he was running over her G-spot as he started thrusting.

Jemma's eyes flew wide as Clint started doing something that felt even better. She already felt insanely good: she didn't think she'd ever hovered on the edge of orgasm like that before. Her skin was tingling all over, her nipples aching, and she could feel how wet she was by the easy way Clint was sliding in and out, all the while rubbing over that ridiculously sensitive spot with his cock and keeping up that pressure on her clit that was just on the edge of pain, just kept her from the release she craved so badly.

"Please," she sobbed incoherently, her head thrashing from side to side. "Clint! Please! PLEASE!"

"All right, sweetheart," he said through gritted teeth, and then he took his finger off her clit and Jemma exploded. An orgasm unlike anything she'd ever felt rocketed through her, sudden wetness flooded between her thighs, and Clint let out a shocked, triumphant cry. A gush of heat inside her only enhanced the sensations she was experiencing.

"What just happened?" Jemma mumbled a moment later, and Clint, lying heavily on her even though he was using his arms to partly brace his weight, chuckled slightly.

"You squirted, sweetheart."

"No, I didn't. That's an unproven theory of female orgasm…"

"Yeah?" he kissed her, smiling against her lips. "Jemma. You squirted. It happens. Not all women do it. Those who do, can't do it all the time. Just because something's not been scientifically analysed doesn't mean it doesn't happen."

"Huh," she said, slowly peeling her eyelids open and looking up at him. "Is it – okay?"

Clint grinned, leaning down to kiss her again. "Oh, a lot better than okay. I fucking love that I can do that to you. And now I know I can, believe me I'm gonna be pushing that button all the time."

Jemma felt wet and sticky, and not terribly comfortable, and Clint seemed to sense it, because a moment later he was easing off her and then swinging her easily up into his arms, cradling her to his chest. She let out a yelp of surprise, clutching at his shoulders, and he smiled at her.

"Come on, my beautiful dirty girl. Let's get cleaned up and then I'm going to take you to bed and get you dirty again."

Pretty much pure smut in this chapter! Hope you enjoyed!