Clintasha-The Start

Chapter 5

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         When I open my eyes in the morning, memories from last night come flooding back into my head.  The smile on my face doesn't drop for the rest of the morning.  When I meet Clint next to the coffee stand, his smile is just as wide as mine.  

        "Hey Clint.  Sleep well?"  I ask, edging close to him, hoping he'll take me into his arms.

        "Hey Natasha, never slept better."  As anticipated, his arms sneak around my waist and I immediatley rest my face into the crook of his neck.  After standing there for a moment, he tugs my arm toward the same room we visited yesterday.

        The candles have been put out but the flowers remain.  I notice a huge window covered with a curtain and when it's removed, my breath swooshes into my lungs.

        The view is breathtaking.  Rolling plains of white, fluffy clouds stretch into the distance, and the never ending volume of indescribable blue soars above us.  I place my hand against the glass in wonder, and Clint walks over and places his on top of mine.  I turn it over and pull him close to me so I can run my hands through his short, stiff hair.  With a small smile, he pulls me close and presses his lips against my forehead.  Soon he's trailing kisses down the side of my face and along my neck and jaw.  He even nips my earlobe a few times with his teeth, and continues for who knows how long.

        I can't help but pull my head back to give him more room.  Then his kisses intesify, and he's pushing harder, faster.  My breathing becomes hitched and my hands latch onto his back and shoulders.  When he finally slows down, my face is flushed red and my mind spinning out of control.  He pulls away to observe me and places his lips on my right cheek before pulling me into a firm, yet gentle, embrace.  "I knew you would like that."  You can practically hear him smirk.

        With a blush, I gently pull away, and glance at his face.  His intense stare has me staring at the floor in no time.  I feel a few fingertips tuck under my chin and pull my face up.  "How was that?"  Clint's eyes and tone are genuinley curious and...concerned.  Concerned if he was good enough.  With a smile, I pull him close and whisper "Perfect."

        That seems to light up his face and he pulls me so close I swear he's gonna smash his lips right onto mine when he pauses.  Then he pulls away, blushing.

        "What's wrong?"  I ask, alarmed.     

        "Nothing, nothing...I'm just waiting for the perfect moment."  He says, unsure of his words.

        "And what can be more perfect than this?"

        He looks at me and smiles.  "Nothing at all.  Your the most perfect thing there is"

        And before I can even begin to react, he's curling his fingers into my hair and pushing his lips onto mine.  The kiss is breathtaking...literally.  My eyes close and I reach behind his back to pull him close.  I want to just take him into my bedroom and do it already, but I can see how serious Clint is about relationships, and I refrain myself.  When he pulls away, I can here his ragged breathing.  I can't say anything though, because this time he pries my mouth open with his tongue and lips, and it's something I've never felt before.  His tongue probes any and every crook and cranny, intesifying the kiss so I can't tell what's up or what's down.  He's so good at this, I think, before literally becoming weak in the knees.

        He lifts and pulls me onto the couch with him, me sitting in his lap.  After a few moments of continued companionship, Clint slows down, and eventually stops.  He can't seem to keep himself off me and he continues to either peck my lips, cheeks, or neck constantly.  Finally, I pull away and look at him.  "We have to prepare for training,"  I point out.  He groans with dissapointment and I get off his lap.  But I get in one last kiss on his lips before practically running to the arena before he can capture in his arms again.