Bartoned

Chapter 16

Clint was released from the medbay that same day of his accident. You and Natasha doted on him until he started expecting it, and then Natasha smacked him on the back of the head and told him she'd see him tomorrow unless he tripped over and fell out of the window.

You had gone to bed alone but after tossing and turning for a while you crept into Clint's room. He was asleep and for a little while you considered going back to bed. You had decided to do your own thing though, and it wasn't like you and Clint hadn't shared a bed without sex being involved before. You were sure he wouldn't care.

You climbed in and he shifted a little as you tried to get comfortable. When you put your leg on his hip, he made a happy little sound in this sleep and turned toward you more.

For the first night in a long time, you slept through. It wasn't until Clint nuzzled into your neck and pulled you tightly against him just as the alarm went off that you woke again. You went to get up. If there was one thing you'd learned it was that Steve Rogers could be talked into taking time off, but he didn't like it when you showed up late.

Clint's arms closed around you and pulled you back towards him. "Stay in here. We can do grown-up things," he mumbled.

You started laughing and attempted to pull away again, though half-heartedly. "Steve will kill me."

"Hey," Clint argued. "I nearly died yesterday, that gets me a day off."

"You nearly died. I didn't. I have to go to training," you whined.

"You're my nurse," he whined back.

"Clint!"

"Just a little while. You're pregnant. Say you were puking. He won't know."

You flopped back down into the bed and leaned into him. He started to gently skim his fingers down your arm and around the curve of your breast. It was a pleasant, soft sensation that made your skin prickle and you let yourself just relax and enjoy it. FRIDAY was likely going to tattle on you, but it wasn't like you were being sent out in the field in your condition. You were essentially relegated to pulling splinters and putting bandaids on. If you were late and Steve really cared, you could make up the time.

"I didn't expect to wake up to you in my bed," Clint murmured. "It was a nice surprise."

"I sleep better with my leg on your hip. I can't explain it. The body pillow should work better but it doesn't," you said.

"Is this okay then?" he asked as he gently skimmed his fingertips over your nipples. They hardened instantly, despite the fabric between them and Clint, your body betraying how badly you did want this.

"Mmm..." you hummed. "Yes. It's nice."

"Then I'll keep going," he said. He continued the gentle teasing of your skin, his fingertips just barely touching you and his lips ghosting over your neck. It sent you into an almost trance-like state, right on the border of both sleep and high arousal.

When he finally did push his hand up under your shirt and slipped the other under you so he could pull you tightly against him, you moaned at the sudden increase in the stimulus.

Clint's erection pressed against your ass and you vaguely wondered if he'd woken up with it or if this was turning him on as much as it was you. You ground back against it as he gently massaged your breasts, earning a sharp intake of air from Clint.

He continued to massage your breasts with one hand as the other ran down over the curve of your belly and into your pajama pants. What started as a gentle cupping and squeezing soon became kneading. In their oversensitive state, it sent a wave of pleasure rippling through you and made you groan loudly and grind your ass back against his hard cock.

His fingers began to circle your clit sending a buzz spiraling out through you. The pleasure you felt from the way he was touching you, pooled in your gut and pressed down inside you. Your breathing shallowed and you leaned your head back against his shoulder and nipped at his earlobe.

"Fuck, Clint," you gasped.

He chuckled. "God, I love how sensitive you are right now. It's such a turn-on."

"I'm wet all the time," you whimpered, pushing back against his cock again.

"Poor baby," he teased and began to move his fingers faster, running them in quick patterns over your clit. You began to tremble and rock against his hand. "I can help you with that."

You rocked harder against his hand, breathing heavily as an orgasm coiled inside you.

"That's it. Let it happen," he whispered and you came. Your body shuddered and your clit twitched as the orgasm washed over you.

Clint pushed his pants down just enough to free his dick and pulled your hips back to meet him and he sunk his cock slowly into your waiting cunt. You groaned as he slowly penetrated you. You squeezed your walls around his cock, turning the soft hum he made into a low moan.

He began to slowly roll his hips, thrusting deep into you from behind. He kept rubbing your clit and massaging your tits, and you completely fell apart around him. Everything felt fuzzy at the edges and the world around you faded out. All you were, was your connection with Clint and the pleasure coursing through you. You came again, bucking against him, your cunt clenching.

Clint kept up his slow lazy pace as your body shuddered and then settled. He kissed and sucked at your throat and you tilted your head back capturing his lips. He hummed into your lips, and his fingers sped up. Another orgasm hit and as your cunt clenched around him his hips snapped up into you and he came with a grunt.

You hummed and closed your eyes for a moment, just focusing on the pulse of his cock inside you and how nice it was being wrapped in his arms still under the blankets.

He slipped from within you and pressed a soft kiss to your neck, but his arms remained tightened around you. "Mmm... Clint... I gotta go to work."

"I know," he said. "The morning sex was good though right? I haven't had that in ages."

"Well, if you don't get me killed by Steve, we can do it again sometime," you teased. He reluctantly let you go and you sat up and ruffled his hair. "It was fun. I can't remember the last time I had morning sex either."

Clint sat up and grinned at you. "Wanna have a go at shower sex too."

You started laughing and the more you laughed the more out of control it got. Clint looked at you scrunching his nose. "A no would have been fine," he sulked.

You shook your head. "No, I will. You're just hopeless is all."

He smirked and got up pulling you to your feet. "Yeah, yeah. Come on."

You let him lead you still chuckling to yourself and questioning both why you agreed to start sleeping with Clint again and why it had taken you so long to agree in the first place.