Love Is For Children ~Hawkeye & Black Widow (Part One & Two)

Let's Make Friction

THIS IS THE SECOND TO LAST CHAPTER OF BOOK ONE, SORRY ABOUT THE LACK OF UPDATES, BUT I ACTUALLY HAVE A STORY LINE NOW!

OH AND DISCLAIMER! SLIGHT SEXUAL NATURE! SEXUALNESS IN COMING!!! 

Elise xo

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Clint Barton

"Stop pacing, you're making me travel sick" Natasha sighed, tapping her fingers lightly on the edge of my bed. I grunted in response, my mind focused on packing my suitcases and pacing the room to keep my mind occupied. I heard Tasha sigh again, yet this time her sigh was laced with more frustration. "Fine, I'll see you in the morning, Agent Barton" Nat lifted herself off the bed - she only ever called me that when we were working, or when she was annoyed with me.

"Tasha, wait" I sighed stretching a hand out towards her. She turned around and crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm sorry, I'm just..." My sentence trailed off, my head was spinning and my throat suddenly felt so dry. 

"You're still getting over the compromise" Natasha let her arms fall by her sides, her eyes immediately softening. I ran a hand through my hair before meeting her concerned gaze. She was right, and I knew she was. "The slightest piece of confrontation, any form of new adjustment or even the tiniest little bump in the road can send you over the edge and break you down. Your head is...fucked up" Nat wryly smiled before taking my face in her hands. 

"How did you do it"? I let my eyes close as I placed my hands on the small of her back. She smelled like she always did, like a sweet vintage perfume. 

"How did I get over it? Well, the first time I was thirteen, and when it was over I didn't get over it, I was just numb for such a long time and I went off the rails a few times. The more times it happened, the easier it became to adjust to the feeling of never having true control over my mind or my actions... I got used to being numb or feeling lost, but I'm fine now because I have you and S.H.I.E.L.D and I have myself back. You'll be fine, because-

"I have you" I finished her sentence. I opened my eyes; she was smiling softly as her thumbs gently caressed my cheeks. We had one more night away from the mess of New York, and one more night to just be Clint and Tasha - not agents. I crashed my lips against hers, not wanting to waste our time together. Nat seemed startled at first, but our muddled lips soon moulded together.

The kiss became fervent quickly, our tongues battling for dominance while our hands roamed freely. Without breaking the kiss, Natasha un-did the buttons of my shirt before throwing it across the room. As my hands reached under her shirt she moaned into my mouth, we were about to lose control. "Wait, wait" it actually pained me to pull away so fast "Are you sure you want to do this"? I lowered my tone, nearly losing my voice amongst our heavy breathing.

"Ever since Budapest I've wanted to take you to town, Barton" Natasha purred, and that was it, I lost it. I pulled her shirt over her head, tossed her bra over the lamp shade and picked up her while reclaiming her lips. I drew my lips away from her for a moment to place them against her neck; I grazed my teeth against her light skin as I laid her down on the bed.

"I'm never gonna' leave you" I moaned against her neck before placing a line of kisses across her collar bone. Natasha moaned loudly, her back arching in response. Her hands found their way to my belt buckle, which she quickly fumbled with and slipped off, which signalled me to rid her of her shorts. All remaining clothes were then taken off and thrown to any direction in the room, our lips melting together as our hands ventured to territories they'd never been before.