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Heartless

Clarke was in one of her moods again. That was why she was acting the way she was acting, in response to Natasha's affection.

At Natasha's warm, tender smile, all Clarke could offer in response was, "I haveno heart, Nat."

"You don't?" Natasha asked the godlike being, "You really don't? Then what are you doing here with me?"

Natasha leaned down and laid herself over Clarke's body, as the two of them laid together under the dark sky, splashed with endless, gleaming stars.

The light from those stars and the crescent moon provided them light, though Natasha knew that Clarke could see everything perfectly.

Clarke Griffin, abandoned by her adoptive mother, Abby Griffin, isolated for six years in the skybox till she had been eleven and snapped and had drained many prisoners in the other skyboxes, had been told to leave the people of the Ark and she had fled into the woods, only to end up being captured by the Mountain Men and wiping the Mountain Men out. Then being abducted by the Azgeda and turned further into a killer and a torturer.

And here she was now, receiving love that Clarke knew she didn't deserve, but was more than happy to receive.

Natasha took Clarke's hands by the wrists and pinned them up on the ground, above Clarke's head. Clarke watched the movement, curious and she looked up into her romantic partner soulmate's face.

Natasha smiled down at Clarke as she leaned in, grinding her clothed lower torso against Clarke's as she pressed her forehead to Clarke's.

"Don't worry about the kids. They're all back at the house. Most of them are asleep." She said, referring to the Barton children.

Clarke chuckled.

Clint and his wife, Laura and their children had been more than happy to have Natasha and Clarke here. In fact, they'd have preferred it if Natasha and Clarke stayed permanently, but Clarke was always unnerved at that, as she hadn't had an actual stable home for years, since she had been five, right before she had seen her adoptive father, Jake get executed and then everything had turned to shit.

Clint, Laura and their children, all of them adored both Natasha and Clarke, and had more or less adopted them both, though Clarke didn't know why they adopted her, but never spoke a word against it, they were giving Clarke and Natasha time alone and Jillian, the oldest of the biological children, was off at her the apartment of her romantic partner soulmate, Mary. Cooper, the second oldest, had been studying all night and was probably tired. Clint and Laura had finally gotten Lila and Zachary to sleep. Jessie, the second youngest had gone to bed early. The youngest of the children, Nathaniel was off in bed. That had been almost hours ago.

And Clint and Laura had headed off to bed together.

So Clarke and Natasha had their time alone now.

"And you want one of our times having sex to be outside, in the grass?" Clarke asked, unable to help the humor in her voice.

Natasha smiled and teased, "Well, I'd hardly think it's the first time we did it outdoors. Or have you already forgotten Melina's home?"

Clarke chuckled, feeling even more heat run down to between her legs at the reminder. Ah, right. No, she hadn't forgotten. How the hell could she forget that? But she'd rather put it in the back of her mind. Not because anything bad had happened, but because she still couldn't accept that someone really, really loved her. Anymore than she could wrap her brain around the fact that Natasha and the Barton family loved her.

"How could I forget?" Clarke offered, recalling how Yelena and Natasha both had held Clarke down and had devoured her cunt, licking the blonde's clit relentlessly, all on the backyard lawn just behind Melina's house, then thinking on how Melina had fucked her against a tree with a strap-on in that same backyard.

Just thinking about it made Clarke even wetter than before.

Natasha smirked, recognizing Clarke's desire, even in the dark.

"I think someone's ready, aren't you?" Natasha said, tongue sliding out and licking her lower lip in a filthily suggestive manner.

Clarke groaned and nodded. More than ready.

"You remember your safe word, love?" Natasha asked, voice soft, but low in that commanding alto tone that Clarke loved so much.

Clarke nodded. "I do," She assured Natasha, then, wanting to push Natasha further, said, "Natasha."

Clarke almost grinned when she watched Natasha's beautiful green eyes narrow. "That's not what you call me, malyshka,and you know it." Natasha said.

Clarke smiled before she could help herself.

She loved it when Natasha spoke to her in Russian. It did things to her that was better left not said in front of more prudish company.

"I'm sorry," Clarke said, though they both knew she wasn't, especially if it made Natasha more commanding, "I mean that I'm ready, mommy."

Natasha smiled then, satisfied.

"Good girl," Natasha said, and Clarke fought back a whine as a shiver went down her spine. "Now, hold still."

Clarke wasn't sure how that was possible, when Natasha lowered her head, kissing Clarke deeply, thrusting her tongue into the younger woman's mouth and Clarke moaned. When Natasha pulled away, the redhead lowered her head some more and laid kisses and bites to Clarke's throat gently.

Clarke moaned with each of Natasha's bites and sucks and licks and kisses.

Soon, Natasha released Clarke's hands, and Clarke knew to keep them above her head as Natasha lowered her arms to undo Clarke's clothing.

As Natasha peeled Clarke's jacket and shirt off, getting the younger woman's bra off, she squeezed, sucked and licked at Clarke's nipples, causing Clarke to writhe and moan on the ground, head tilting back against the grass, eyes closing.

They had no need to worry about insects in this situation.

All wildlife knew to stay away from Clarke, given what she was. She commanded instant submission from all animals, including insects. She'd end up sleeping in the woods for days, yet never getting any fleas, ticks, spiders, or any other breed of insect or other on her. They all knew to stay away.

She commanded all. Except for her dominants.

And that? Clarke sure wasn't gonna fucking complain about.

Natasha got Clarke's pants off, tossing Clarke's belt away and unzipping her own pants and grinding her now naked sex against Clarke's, holding Clarke as she rode along the younger woman, bringing gasps and moans as Clarke's eyes squeezed tightly closed, bright stars that had nothing to do with the ones above, flashing in front of the blonde's eyes.

"Mommy…," Clarke moaned as Natasha held her, feeling her need building with each of Natasha's thrust against her sex.

Clarke cried out when her first orgasm hit, being dragged out of her with each of Natasha's thrusts and she shook under Natasha.

Natasha snickered in the dark. "Hush, moya lyubov. Mommy's here." With that, she moved her way down Clarke's body, down till her face was inches from Clarke's sex and she dove her head down.

All Clarke could do, was arch her back, and moan, eyes clenching shut as her body was ravaged by new blasts of pleasure.

Clarke could claim that she was heartless all she wanted. Natasha was happy to combat that belief. One night of passion after another.