Under or Over: Hawkeye & Black Widow

CHAPTER #65

When Barton returned, Romanoff didn't ask the obvious.  "Go shower, you stink."

He nodded and did as she asked, having noticed bottles of booze and pizza on the table.  He also saw that she was in casual cloths and not her uniform.  In the bathroom, she had put a change of clothes for him too.  

"Alright let's get this over with," Clint sighed.

She still said nothing, instead filling two shot glasses.  One with whisky and vodka for her. They took the shot together and Natasha refilled it four more times.  "What happened?"

He looked at her, but couldn't say it.  

"Want to tell me about the Black Diamond thing?" Natasha asked.

Clint snorted, "trust me that can wait for another day."

They continued drinking, but ate the pizza in silence.  When it was gone, he tapped some buttons on his wrist device and a holographic video projected images on the wall.  It showed some of the destruction from his return to the R2 facility.

"Wow," Natasha said.  "Nice job Clint."

He stood up and went to look out the window, not sure what to say.  She pushed back her chair and followed, giving him a hug from behind.  "Thank you," Natasha's voice was husky.  She cleared her throat and added, "but you can't be like that when we take the next council member."  Still he said nothing, she hated when he retreated into himself.  She forced him to turn around, then Natasha reached up and pulled his face towards hers.  "Don't hide from me."

He kissed her, lips searching for the answer.  His hands pulled her into him.  The crush of her breast into his hard chest, made them feel the hammering of their hearts.  She didn't stop him, but put her hands under his shirt.  He unzipped her hoodie, pushing it off her shoulders and down her arms.  Slowly they removed each other's clothing.

"I'm not stopping, leave or stay, choose now," Clint said.

"Shut up and take me to your bed," Natasha replied.

He picked her up and carried her there.  Both stripped the remaining clothing quickly, then she turned the tables and pushed him onto the bed.  Letting her control the beginning was fine, but he'd take over soon enough.  This had been building between them for years and was about time.  She was demanding and took what she needed. 

"Tasha," he sighed as his lips traced their way from her neck, downwards. 

Something deep down in the recess of her being, sparked and grew.  It rose up through her, before the essence of his voice dissipated. Not giving her a moment to rest, he flipped them, so she was on her back.  He was going to take his time, extracting every ounce of pleasure for them both.  He ignited a feeling within her that had been dormant for a long time.  She groaned and moved under him, wanting to take control again, but his mouth made her loose her mind.  Her hands gripped his biceps, before he put her legs there.  Then her nails dug into his back.  It was the kind of pain he enjoyed.  The smell, sight and taste of him, was acutely stimulating.

"Damn it CLINT!" Natasha gasped, impressed with his endurance and skill.

They were equal in flexibility and technique in bed.  His hands dragged slowly over the length of her body, sending delightful shivers all over. Eventually he wrapped a hand in her hair, pulling back her head, exposing her silky neck.  A lick and kisses followed, teasing her flesh. Her nerves trembled with excitement and she finally stopped struggling for control.  Somehow because it was him, she got lost in the pleasure and found euphoria.  

"I love you," she whispered in his ear.

Barton didn't believe her.  Not until she screamed it.  Then he looked her in the eyes, as they rode the climax and said it back to her. Once their confessions were over, it opened up the loving.  They were naked for each other, more than just the physical. Even if this was the only night they ever had like this, it was enough for him.  She'd never been this free and that both frightened and inspired her.  For those hours, they were just a man and a woman, without the burdens or baggage of life.

During a moment of rest, they noticed that his sheets had blotches of blood.  Clint chuckled and stopped her apology, before she could give voice.  "Now that's passion baby!"

Natasha grinned, "why'd we wait so long to do this?"

"It's all about timing," Clint replied.

"And honesty," she added.

They lay together, completely relaxed, chatting about normal things.  Then he shared with her the story of the Black Diamond.  When she heard about the purple Hulk, her laughter didn't stop until tears ran.

"Did you seriously call him Barney?"

He nodded.  "They keep messing with it, like a bunch of little kids."

"Why all the secrecy?" Natasha asked.

"HYDRA, S.H.E.I.L.D., need I say more?"

"True enough.  Fury was annoyed, which means you three haven't heard the last about this."

"Nick doesn't scare me.  He's a lot of huff and puff, compared to the Hulk."

Natasha snorted, "he's a little more powerful than that.  But, you're right, nothing compares to Banner's rage alter ego."

"Thankfully," Clint sighed.  He shifted so that he could look her in the eyes.  "Did you get what you needed from the R2 director?"

She nodded, "location, description and name."

"Male or female?"

"Female.  She is the one with the rest of the names and locations of the remaining council members."

Clint cocked his head, "that's a lot of power for one person."

"Fury doesn't think she's human."

He sat up, "mutant or alien?"

Natasha shrugged, "not sure.  We find out tomorrow.  This is a daylight mission."

"Well then it can wait until then," Clint said with a coy wink.

She laughed and accepted his lips, opening her mouth for his tongue.  The rhythmic dance that their bodies performed, made their heart beats bang out a fast tempo.  This time it was her turn to tease him.  Her body slithered over his, just hovering out of reach, then dipping down to caress with everything except her hands. When she answered the upthrust of his hips, with vigour, it was his turn to tremble.  The electric current that travelled through him, was not from her Widow's bite.  Mouth, tongue and lips tormented him, until he yielded to her manipulations.  Muscles tightened and strained, breathing became a pant, but she wouldn't let him release just yet.  The look in his eyes devoured hers, passion oozing out.  The war over his body, was one he didn't mind loosing to her.

She finally came with him and they lay entwined, chests heaving, muscles twitching, at last released.  "That was the best workout I've ever had," Clint confessed.

"We're going to be tired tomorrow, if we don't get a few hours of sleep," Natasha mumbled in sweet exhaustion.

"Are you wanting to stop?"

"No and Yes....Ugh, I'm too weak to even stand."

He smirked. "I can carry you to the bathroom, but for your seated performance you're on your own."

"No it's not that, I need water." Natasha clarified.

Clint untangled himself from her body, giving that shapely ass a playful slap.  "Your wish is my command... just this once."

A pillow made contact with his back, before falling to the floor behind him.  She watched his glorious nakedness, stride from the bed to the fridge and back.  He used the cool bottle, to trace a path down her neck and between her breasts, before handing it over.  After drinking half of the water, she finally got up.  Picking up her panties and t-shirt, she made her way to the bathroom.  By the time she returned, he was already asleep.  For a few moments she just stood there watching him, then joined him on the bed.  Sleep came quickly and for once she had no dreams.