Tumblr Prompt: Clint discovers Natasha reading 50 Shades of Grey and sexy time ensures. The Avengers.
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Strolling into their shared room, the first thing Clint could sense was Natasha's arousal. Eyes flicking around the room, he eventually connected with the body of Natasha, reading from her tablet on the windowsill. He cast his eyes over her irregular breathing, the way her hips subconsciously rubbed against the windowsill, grinding as her nipples clearly stood out through her skin tight suit.
"Good book Nat?" Clint asked, leaning against the door frame. Natasha's red hair covered her blushing face as she snapped her head to face him, quickly shutting down the tablet.
"...wha? Huh? Oh yeah, good book. When did you get here?' Nat stuttered, holding the tablet to her chest, jumping off the windowsill. Crossing the room, she pecked Clint on the cheek as he grabbed her waist.
"Now this must be a really good book, if it made you stutter Nat. I must read it after you." Clint teased as he breathed into her ear, feeling the shudder going down her spine.
"Over my lifeless body love. I believe Fury wanted to see me." Natasha replied with the fake excuse, kissing Clint softly before departing, her blush creeping down her face and neck.
This game continued for several weeks. Clint would walk in on Nat reading from her tablet, finding her extremely aroused and almost pining for something, and as soon as he would enquire she would run off. Eventually she accidentally left her tablet one day.
Clint noticed the tablet laying on the table, and curiosity got the better of him. He didn't need a password to get in, because he knew that everyone else was too scared of Nat to touch her stuff, so she didn't need one and located the book easily.
"50 Shades of Grey?" Clint whispered, reading the page that was open. It was quickly apparent that it was basically porn, and wow, it was hot. He had heard about the book series and what it contained but he didn't believe how...how steamy it was. Placing the tablet on the table, Clint developed an excellent plan, that could go horrendously wrong, or wonderfully. And he loved living on that edge.
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Plopping down in front of her desk in her study, Natasha was still heavily breathing from her intense workout. She hadn't been bothered showering as she knew nobody was going to see her as she was in her room, and she knew Clint would be in a meeting for while more. Sliding in her noise-reduction headphones, she started her classical playlist (mostly containing Tchaikovsky) and started to work on the mountain of paperwork that was piling on her desk.
An hour and a half later, Natasha noticed some movement in the corner of her eye. Trusting her deeply implanted training, she pulled the gun that was hidden under the desk, aiming it at the intruder as she pulled her headphones out.
"Good Evening Nat." Clint growled leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed, still dressed in the grey flannel pants that just hung off his hips and the tight-fitting white linen shirt he wore to the meeting. The sleeves were rolled up over his elbows, showing his toned forearms.
"I figured out that book you were trying so hard to keep from me." Clint continued to growl as he walked over, while Nat put the gun away, stiffing at his words. "And I must say, I like your taste." Suddenly Clint's mouth was on Nat's, his tongue claiming and possessing her as he grabbed her slender wrists, tying them swiftly together with the silver-grey tie that was in his pocket.
