blackhourglass | For @deathbeforedecaf : Always wake up beside me.

Being with Natasha seems too good to be true. Things are going well, and they barely even fight. Clint's never been the jealous type, but that doesn't stop him from being happy that she's cut off contact with her exes. Clint would do the same, but many are women and men that he works with, so he can't exactly stop talking to them altogether. He has made it very clear that he's a taken man now and he's not looking to renew any relationship between them. Hopefully Natasha doesn't get too jealous.

He grabs them each a coffee on his way over to her place because he's always jonesing at least a little. Once he arrives, he knocks on the door. Honestly, it would be so much easier if they just lived together, but Clint likes his loft and his building, so Natasha will have to move in with him.

Most of Natasha's ex's are within the business as well, but she doesn't go out of her way to keep up with them, or mix with them when she doesn't have to. Plus, everyone seems to know that her and Clint are a thing now. Resting against him with her hand along his thigh at the last big meeting of the minds seemed to do the trick, not to mention the fact that they got caught making out in the elevator. Rumors always travel fast. It's the kind of rumor that makes her very happy now.

Maybe it's a little strange to feel so domesticated when Natasha never thought she deserved it, or thought this was in the cards for her, but Clint has always been her one and she knows it. Moving in together is a natural next step, but she too loves her place. It's something that she made her own after her life of always being controlled by others. Plus, it's got her large bed, and her bathtub that she adores. It also has a closet that fits all her clothes. Obviously, Clint will have to move in with her.

When the door sounds she answers it wearing one of Clint's t-shirts that he's left behind and a a little something for him under it. It's not much, but she likes buying small bits of new lingerie that will inspire and titillate both of them.

"Ooooh, Coffee. I never would have guessed. Thanks, love. No troubles on the way over?" She checks to make sure. Usually their days off are mostly uneventful, but every now and then something will surprise them when they're least expecting it.

Clint takes a moment in the doorway to look Natasha over. His mouth curls up into an appreciative grin as he takes in her. "You didn't need to get dressed up for me." He's wearing his usual: jeans and a t-shirt, this one with a bullseye in the middle of his chest. He leans for a kiss and then closes the door behind them.

Clint hands Natasha her coffee and kicks off his shoes. "So, to what do I owe the pleasure of getting to see you in this outfit?" Contrary to what the other Avengers think - with good reason, because they've been caught getting it on all over the Avengers tower at this point - they don't only have sex. A lot of the time they hang out doing other things. Sure, they eventually end up having sex, but it doesn't always start out that way.

Natasha starting the date out with no pants on certainly speaks to them getting there sooner rather than later.

Hey, Clint and Natasha have a lot of interests and they actually get out to do a variety of things together. Natasha has a growing 'dating' bucket list, and she hasn't even compared hers to Clint's yet. They've just started with the official coupley date things that they never really got around to doing before, because they were always so hit or miss when they were together. This time, Natasha knows that it's the real deal and that they are both ready to really settle down together.

"I might have gotten a few new things to play with out in the other room. It depends on how naughty you want to be today and how eager you really are to watch this movie we've been talking about. I mean, there's always after we fall asleep together, or tomorrow morning... " She laughs, knowing full well that they could go round enough to take all night and into the morning. Although lately they haven't had the need to do that since they've been pretty regular. It's been nice having a partner that she knows and doesn't have to worry about.

Hiking up the edge of "her" shirt, she shows off just a bit of what she's wearing beneath it. "I got some new lube if that gives you a hint... The really good stuff." Taking a sip of the warm coffee feels good. It's always one of the better feelings, the way it first hits and heats the inside her stomach before it has a chance to cool.

"You know, I've always loved your creativity in bed," Clint tells her. As effective as he is out in the field, confident in his abilities and able to take on even the most fierce of enemies, Clint is a little bit more submissive in the bedroom. He likes it when his partner is more in control, likes to go along for the ride.

That's not to say that he's not an active participant, he just likes a little direction in his performance.

As soon as Natasha lifts her shirt, it's game over for Clint. Honestly, he's not sure he would have even made through the movie with her next to him in almost nothing. He wraps his hands around her hips and drops a kiss to her neck. "I think the movie can wait, don't you?"

No matter how Clint is in the bedroom, Natasha loves it. She knows that he can be submissive and she has no troubles taking control the majority of the time. Every now and then she needs to be the one that curls up into his body, and allows him to be the strength between the two of them, reminding her that she doesn't always have to be strong, but on nights like this-- on nights like this, Natasha is more than happy to slide her hands along his torso and up his shirt, dislodging it from his body and pulling it over his head.

"Oh, I think the movie can wait for another day. Fuck. Your body never stops, does it. Mnn. It keeps me wanting every damn day." Taking a step into him, she slides her hands up and over his shoulders, resting them there for a second before lowering them slowly along and over his chest, fingers pausing to encircle nipples lightly, playfully on the way down to tease at abs, and the line above his waist.

"Found some nipple clamps and this other little, well, not so little thing I am pretty sure you're going to like." Natasha rolls out of his grip with a quick little turn. Practiced on the battlefield a million times over, she makes it look like a dance as she slips away and saunters into the bedroom, turning to look at him briefly with a head over the shoulder that lasts only as long as it takes her to pull his shirt up and over her head and shoulders and toss of the floor before disappearing into the room.

Considering how much work Clint puts into maintaining his body, it's nice to have it appreciated. He leans into her touches, gasps at her fingers on his nipples, and is left wanting more. There's an air of promise between them; this is going to be a good, good night. Clint is looking forward to anything and everything that Natasha wants to try, because he knows it will be good. Even if they end up not liking it, they're comfortable enough with each other to switch it up and do something else.

"Oh really? Are you gonna try your hand at fucking me this time, Tasha?" he asks, watching her walk away from him. The concept is hot as all hell. Natasha would be good at it, he thinks.

He follows after her, letting her tease him from the doorway. He's already so turned on, just thinking about what he wants to do together. Then she slips the shirt off and all she's wearing is a tiny pair of panties. Clint's mouth waters as he breaches the doorway. "Are you gonna let me get you before we focus on me?"

Standing by the bed in only her tiny little thong, Natasha smiles and licks her lips with an air of utter seduction. It's good to be wanted and to know that the person that wants her accepts her unconditionally. It offers a boost to her confidence like no other, and ups her game even more than she'd ever experienced before. Clint is the one, and Natasha enjoys being settled in that. No matter what happens tonight, she knows that she's the only one that turns him on like this now, and he's the only one for her.

Taking a hand to her own nipple, she twists and pulls it, making herself shudder and gasp. "I imagine that I could let you touch me before I have fun with you. I didn't say who we got all these toys for. You can play with them too." Turning to their little toy box, Natasha pulls out the brand new strap-on, and the clamps. The lube is already settled by the bed, it never seems to make it back to a drawer any more. "Is there anything else I should get out for tonight? Anything you want to use?"

Clint always wants the same thing when they start out for the night, and by now, Natasha knows what that one thing is. "I want you to ride my face," he says. "I want you to get yours first." As much as Clint is the type of guy that never says no when sex is on the table, he is a very giving lover. He wants to make sure that Natasha is taken care of before they go any further.

"Then we can do whatever you want. You know I'm good to try anything once." And he is. If there's something she's interested in, he's never going to say no to trying it. He just might say no to doing it again.

That. Yes, well, Natasha knows that Clint would want that above all things first. He's not completely predictable, but there are a few things that he truly enjoys in the bedroom and her grinding down onto his face is one of them. Far be it from her to say no to the man who loves her enough to want her moaning out to the heavens before he gets in his time. They could do it together, but he always has her coming before him.

It's true, whatever else he is, Clint will always be a generous lover. Slipping off the bit of lace that covers her, Natasha stands in front of her love completely naked, slowly climbing up on the bed. "You know, I've been thinking. We spend enough nights together..." Drawing her hands along the center part of her body, she slides a finger over herself, and kneels enough so that he can see it as she begins to massage her clit.

She knows that he's going to enjoy how wet she'll be for him, how crazy dripping wet he makes her. "Mmn.. fuck. I want you here. I want you here all the time, and not just between my legs, but in my life, in my bed, in my place. I don't want to be apart anymore, Clint." Waiting for him to move to where she is, gives her more time to moan for him, to stick her fingers back and wiggle them up inside herself.

Clint watches Natasha touch herself with his mouth hanging open. No matter how many times they do this, he can't get used to how hot she is when she gets herself ready for him. He's so entranced that he nearly misses what she's saying.

The thing is, Clint doesn't want to move to her place. He owns his building, and he wants to remain an onsite landlord. If they need somewhere bigger than his little loft, he can always talk to one of the other tenants and see if they want to switch for a lower rent, but he wants her to move in with him, or to find somewhere they both choose.

They'll have time to talk about that after, though. Right now, all Clint wants is to get his face in that perfect pink pussy. "Come here, Tasha," he teases with a grin, getting his hands on her hips and tugging her toward his waiting mouth. This close, she looks incredible, with her fingers dipping inside, and a sheen of wetness covering her pretty lips. Clint feels his mouth water just looking at her. "Fuck, you're gorgeous," he tells her right before leaning in for a taste.

No matter what happens with their living arrangements, it's in the near future and right now is about exactly what Clint does to Natasha. She knows how hard he works on the body she slowly begins to move towards and it never ever fails to disappoint. Every single time he looks at her like he is now, how can she not feel her mouth water and her body respond. Goosebumps litter her skin as she slowly crawls up next to him and adjusts her positioning.

Not only is his body beautiful, but his eyes always see right through her. He's the only one that has ever been able to do this. No matter how little she may love herself, he will always love her and she knows it. He sees the parts of her that she may never understand, and loves her in spite of it. all. It's a part of what makes their intimate moments, even ones like this, so fucking explosive. Licking across her lips, she knows that she'd move wherever he wanted her to in order to be with him always.

"How could I go anywhere else." She coos, straddling his face with a moan. Nat can already feel the brush of his chin against her wet pussy. Then when he leans in to taste, she grabs at the headboard to hold on, gasping for that initial breath that he demands from her body with his tongue. "Fuck, Clint. Jesus. "

Natasha is so responsive to him. He knows that it's hard for her to let go, which is why he likes warming her up before taking his own pleasure. He'd do this for her every single day if she'd let him.

Clint licks over her folds, all the way up to her clit, which he sucks into her mouth. She's so sweet and velvety, so rich against his lips and tongue. Clint holds her hip with one hand, but he uses the other to move between her legs. As he sucks on her clit, he teases her entrance with his fingers, smoothing the wetness over her sweet pussy, and then he dips them inside.

He wants to taste her everywhere, wants to bend her over and touch every secret part of her, but she has plans for him tonight. He'll save that for another time.

There's a very good chance that Clint might get his wish fulfilled if they do end up moving in together. Natasha loves this man more than she ever thought she could, and mostly it's because he loves her in return. How could she not. Letting him please her is as much about her own self-gratification as it is about allowing him the joy of it.

It's taken time to learn to let go, but every day that they are together allows her to grow more used to the feeling. She's not that person that she was. Lifting her hands up, she cords them through her hair and rolls her hips against Clint, working them down some against that tongue and face. He's hitting a spot that has her moaning increasing. When his fingers enter her, it's all she can do to keep from losing it all together.

Using her knees to steady herself, she leans back and pants to try to hold onto the edge of her orgasm, letting it build as he continues to stroke and tease her. "Just a little bit more, baby... fuck. I'm gonna come, lick it. Just like that... a little bit more.."

Clint is obsessed with having Natasha like this. She's so responsive, so happy to have him take her apart. He doesn't think about anything else while he's eating her out, just concentrates on her slickness, on her wet folds, and on the way her hips swivel. God, she's the hottest thing he's ever seen in his life, and he can't believe that she's chosen him.

Because she's so close, Clint redoubles his efforts, using his fingers inside of her to bring her to that point. They have a long night ahead of them, and he's really looking forward to it. He likes knowing that he's given something to Natasha, first. Then they can get on with the rest of it.

It's that. That effort right there that makes her body shiver and begin to quake against his mouth. Her hips stagger and then her careful control is gone. Natasha's orgasm runs across her like a freight train. Curses rain from her lips and she bucks like a horse gone mad against Clint's mouth. It's lucky he's got the strength he does, or she'd be jamming herself down on his teeth against some deeper part of him, but he never fails to see her through this wild part of her journey. Screaming his name, she finally drops and falls back, laying backwards along his body.

Turning sideways, she kisses his thigh, and then his cock. "You are so amazing. Fuck, clint that was so good, baby. God. I can barely breathe." It takes a few minutes of laying there, strewn across the man she loves before she has the energy to do much beyond kiss little parts of him and stroke this end of him softly, teasing at his sensitive spots to start the buildup to what she's got planned for the evening. Her thumb runs along the inside crease of his leg, and fingers play with the area of his taint.

It's nice when she can do this before they're too worked up. Sure, there's plenty of him being excited from merely getting her off, but it's not the same as what's about to come.

Natasha is so damn responsive with him, especially when she's got his mouth. He knows that she's not like this with many, if any, other people. This is reserved for him. He holds her as she bucks against his mouth with abandon, taking everything she gives him. When she finally calms, he helps her down onto the bed.

"Do you have any idea how hot that is?" he asks her, rubbing his hands over her back and shoulders. "You're ruined me for all others, Tasha. I just want to make you come for the rest of our lives." It's not like she doesn't already know that he loves her. He just loves this part too.

"Move in with me? I want your pussy on my mouth every fucking morning. I hate that we wake up apart."

"You ruined me a long time ago, Clint." She negotiates down his body, kissing him across his chest after he brings her back from his mouth and to the bed. There's plenty more to do, but instead of getting straight to it what he says next after making her laugh lightly with his wonderful comment about making her come for the rest of their lives, has her grinning for an equally amazing reason.

"I believe I asked you that first. Your place is smaller than mine and I have the better bathroom." She nudges him in the side, placing open mouth kisses where she can reach. "I hate waking apart too. I don't want to do it anymore." Her mouth opens around his nipple and suckles at it, hair sweeping across his chest. A free hand reaches down and inside his pants so that she can curl her fingers around his dick. "You've got such a beautiful dick." She turns to watch as she pulls it free of his pants.

"I think we need to get rid of the rest of your clothing if we're going to play with all the toys I have though."

"I'm putting that in my vows, I hope you know. In front of all our friends and family, I'm gonna say that I want to make you come for the rest of our lives." He knows they're unlikely to actually get married in any official way, but a simple ceremony to dedicate themselves to another? Yeah, Clint can see that. "Gonna make you come so much, babe. All the time, every day."

Clint, as predictable as ever, reaches down and cups her ass with his big hands. It's short lived though, because Natasha is moving down his body with her lips and hands. It's good, it feels good, and Clint is trying not to be selfish and drag her back up to eat her out again.

"Okay but hear me out. I own my building, and the family that was in the penthouse is moving out. We can take that, rent out my place. I'll show you next time you come over."

He does need less clothing though, so he shimmies out of his pants and lays back, hands behind his head.

"Okay, you say that and I'm going to say that you have the best dick ever and that we will have sex up until our parts don't work anymore, cause I'm never going to stop needing you Clint Barton. I love you so fucking much." It doesn't matter if they never have a true wedding. Natasha figures that one day they'll have their own little thing that makes sense in the world they've made together. They know that this is it and Natasha won't ever need another man in her life. Clint's perfect in every way for her.

She sighs against the feeling of his hands, even as she starts to move down his body. Tonight is about him. He's always so wonderfully giving and tonight he's letting her take this lead and give to him. She plans on giving him exactly what he needs and showing him that all he could ever want, she can still offer.

Hovering over his hip, Natasha pauses before she runs her tongue along the full stripe of protruding bone. It's one of the favorite parts about him being so perfectly fit. It sticks out and is great to wrap her lips around-- even before she reaches his pant line. "Okay, tomorrow. I don't want to wait." She moves back so he can get out of his pants, and then goes right back to where she was.

This time she slides her hand along the inside of his thigh and cups his balls gently, lowering her mouth further she takes them inside and sucks on them, licking and barely pulling at the sack. It's always a weird feeling, but she likes the textures and the way he squirms. Her free hand plays with his perineum.

Clint is really looking forward to their night together. Natasha knows that he has and likes having sex with men, and part of that is the anal sex. He's been dying to have her peg him since they decided to get back together for good.

He pets her hair gently when she starts licking him and lays back to enjoy himself. He's not sure what Natasha has planned other than pegging him, but he's looking forward to it. He's always been more submissive in bed, even with women. He'll take control when Natasha wants him to, but over all, he likes it when she makes the decisions.

He kicks off his pants and tosses them aside, then surrenders himself to Natasha's mouth.

"Fuck, Tasha, feels good."

Since she can't give him the hard masculine body, the least she can do is offer up the pleasure of stimulating his prostate and offering a decent hardcore fucking, however he wants it. Natasha is happy to take the mantle of control the majority of the time, as long as she knows that she can give it up when she needs to. Clint does that for her. The days that she needs to let go, he lets her.

Actually, the day that he held her and nothing else was the day that she knew she wanted this for the rest of their lives, and that she'd do anything in her power to keep Clint. This is an easy thing to do for him, enjoyable in every way. She loves going down on him, and has feeling that she's going to have fun with the rest of this too. Flipping the tables can be fun.

Pulling off for a second, she flicks her tongue over the tip of his cock, letting a bit of saliva mix with his precome and lift as she looks up. "You taste amazing, baby." She smears it across her lips and then drops her head back down. Swiping her hand over his cock, she covers it in the mix of saliva and precome to get it slightly lubricated. It's not enough for much, but it's enough to play with.

Pushing open Clint's legs, Natasha nudges his thigh wide and to the side giving her access to his entrance. She slides her fingers around that tiny dark ring of muscles, playing with it as she had before with her tongue. This time she pushes in gently with her finger, feeling the slightly dry resistance before it gives and lets her digit in. She hums around his cock when it does.

Natasha is working wonders on him with her mouth. She's so good at making him feel good that he almost forgets to expect the finger when it comes. Luckily, she teases him a little first, and then slides it in. It's been a while since Clint has done this, on account of being in a committed monogamous relationship with a woman, so he's a little tighter than he might be normally. "Mm, Tasha, feels good," he murmurs.

Her mouth on his cock and her finger in his ass makes him feel incredible, and he's looking forward to the rest of their night. "Want me to get the lube?"

Granted Nat hadn't pegged a guy before, but she'd fingered more than her fair share and used plenty of toys in that area. Plenty of men enjoyed prostate play and she was never shy about giving anyone the pleasure they desired as Clint well knows. Lubricant was a very big part of it all, and so she had it within her grasp already. It was as easy to reach as the strap-on that she was going to put on in a little bit.

"I'll get it in a second. I promise, I won't hurt you baby. I know how to do this right." Licking the tip of his cock, she moved downward and licked around his balls and then lower. It had been fun surprising him when she went down on him that first time. Curling her finger inside of him, she felt around for that soft little bit of flesh that would send him jolts of pleasure. For now she only wanted to tease at it a little bit before she wet him with her mouth.

As soon as she found that precious gland and gave it the attention it deserved; she removed her finger and replaced that with her tongue. Maybe her tongue couldn't reach where her finger could, but she knew all the nerves right around his entrance were incredibly sensitive to the heat of her wet mouth. She lapped and twisted that red muscle to play with him, enjoying all the pleasure she was able to offer him, since he was always so generous in his loving. This time it was her turn.

"Oh, I trust you, babe." Clint will trust Nat until the day he dies, no matter what she's doing. In this, his trust will never waver. He rolls his hips in time with Natasha's movements, takes everything she's giving, and says, "I feel so good Tasha. You're making me feel so good."

If Clint feels good now, it's nothing in comparison to how he feels when she uses her tongue on him. Clint cries out at the first pass, then just pants as she continues to lick him. He'd been surprised the first time she'd done this, even though he shouldn't have been. Natasha is a wild woman in bed, maybe more wild than he is. Now, it's a regular part of their sex. Still feels incredible, though.

"Fuckkkkk Tasha. Oh fuck-"

It's pretty true. Natasha would most likely enjoy all of this in reverse, not that she'd ever really ask for it, but if he ever decided to do anything like it for the experience, she'd love it. There was very little in the realm of sexuality that she didn't like. It didn't matter much to her, Clint was open to a lot of things, and those he wasn't open to Natasha could easily live without if she got to spend her forever with a man who loved her like this. He was everything she always wanted. This was everything she ever needed.

Listening to every little sound Clint made as she licked against his muscles always made her feel more powerful than she knew she was. It was amazing how much pleasure this simple action delivered. It was like when she sat over Clint's face. Her tongue was sloppy now, digging and lapping up every which way as she reached for the lube.

Nat coated a finger with it and pressed it in right behind her tongue, going for that one spot she'd hit previously. He was already open enough for a single finger, so it was easy to pull and push, to angle the finger different ways as she opened him up. When she added a second finger, it was tight and his body fought the intrusion before pulling it in and holding onto it. His body was a wonder back here. It was obvious why he'd like being fucked. "Damn, this is so sexy. You are so sexy. I love all those sounds. I love the way you feel inside. I can't wait until I can do this with another finger, and finally with my cock."

It feels so good, and then it somehow feels even better. Natasha is really taking care of him, getting him ready for her cock. "Babe, you're incredible." Clint had known that being in a monogamous relationship with a woman might mean that he would miss this, but now he knows that he won't. She really is the best thing that's ever happened to him.

He does wonder though, "Would you want this? Me to fuck your ass? Have a vibe in your pussy?" Clint will, if that's what she wants. It actually sounds pretty hot. Another idea, "You should come up here, let me eat you out while you get me ready. I wanna make you feel good too, sweetheart."

Lifting up her head, she looks at Clint over the span of his body. He's so fucking amazing and she's enjoying herself so much with this that she doesn't want to stop what she's doing, not even to change positions and she certainly doesn't want the distraction of a budding orgasm while focusing on his pleasure right now. Plus, there's a secret to the strap on she's got, that she doubts Clint even noticed.

Licking over her lips, she places a kiss to his hip while her fingers continue to work him open, fingering him slowly for now. A part of her wants to work him open more quickly, and fuck him harder, but she's going to wait for that, wait for the real thing when she can feel what it's like to do it with something more than her fingers.

"Yeah, hell yeah I'd want you to do this to me. There are plenty of plenty of women that can orgasm from anal sex, maybe I'm one of them. Who knows. I've never tried anything back there, but I'd love to. I'm always open to trying anything. You know that babe, especially with you. Except I'm going to keep going down here, and I'll get off when I peg you, cause I got the strap and a dildo that's for both of us. One end for you, and one side for me." She says as she pauses for a minute to lift up the dildo. I did my research.

"Yeah?" Clint repeats. He thinks it would be fun, really hot even. "Or like, you can wear a plug while I fuck you, or... there's lots of things that we can try, babe." His voice is not steady at this point, more breathless than anything, but if Natasha isn't going to come up her and let him keep it busy, he's going to use it.

"Feels good, Tasha. Fuck, you're good with your hands. I can't wait for you to fuck me. It's gonna be fucking amazing. I just know it." They're incredibly sexually compatible after all. "Oh fuck, you get it at the same time as me? That's so fucking hot."

"I'll be happy to try both, lover. You know we have time to try it all. There's nothing I wouldn't do with you." She says, adding a third finger to make sure he's completely opened up so that he won't be uncomfortable when she puts in the strap-on vibrator. It's a pretty intense experience, she imagines and she wants to make sure that he's going to feel good the whole way through. Plus, she won't actually be able to feel his skin like she does now and so she's savoring the inside of his body like this while she can.

"You know, I fucking love feeling inside you. I don't get to do that usually. It feels so good to have my fingers in you, filling you, if even a little bit, like you fill me up and make me feel so fucking whole all the time." She doesn't know if it's the same for him, but there's nothing more intimate than when he's inside her sharing that part of himself with her. Maybe it's because she loves him, but it's completely different with him, letting him inside her makes her feel more complete, more connected to him in a way she doesn't feel to anyone else. "Almost there, lover."

"Babe, sweetheart, love of my life, you can do this any time you want. I can fuck you after too." Clint's been openly bi for years now, dating and sleeping with people of all genders, and living his best life as a bottom. It's really nice that Natasha wants to do this with him, that she likes doing it. "This is so fucking hot, you know?"

He starts to roll his hips, just a little, just to get a little bit more from her. He loves the way she's filling him, and he can't wait for more. "Please, fuck Tasha, I need more." He's sure she could get him off with just her fingers, but he really wants her to fuck him. "Will you give it to me hard?" he asks. "I wanna feel it tomorrow."

"Tonight is all about me pleasuring you. I'm going to get off and be filled all at the same time you are. Don't you worry." She leaned over and sucked up another small mark on his thigh when he began to wave his hips. It was amazing to see him come apart like this in a way she'd never seen him. Then to hear him begin to say things she's never heard, she nodded and licked over her lips. "Don't worry. I don't plan on taking it easy on you."

Pulling her fingers out of him, she circled his hole a few times with the tip of one, delicately teasing that outer rim of nerves before releasing him completely so that she could get set up. It took a few minutes to situate the harness properly around her hips and then to adjust the vibrator in it. She fingered herself some to make sure that all that wetness that she'd felt while fucking him moved to the outer walls of her vagina. Then in went her part. When she turned it on, it hit her hard and she bowed over Clint's legs for a second. "Fuck me, that feels so damn good. You're gonna love this."

The entire thing was moving when she lined up with Clint's tight entrance. Pressing his legs up, she rocked him back and leaned over to kiss him deeply. After covering him and the dildo with plenty of lube, she slowly began to slip the tip inside him. "Tell me how it feels. I'm gonna go slow, but I can't feel your natural resistance, so I don't know when to stop or not." She pulled back a little, and pushed in more, trying to mimic what he did for her, and what she'd seen on porn.

Clint watches Natasha with rapt attention as she puts the harness on. It's way hotter than he'd expected it to be, but that's probably because it's Natasha. He's positive that she'd be hot in anything. "I know I'm gonna love it. I love you." And he does, so, so much. Not only is she happily doing this for him, he knows that she would do a whole lot more to make him happy.

Even the feeling of the toy against his entrance is amazing. Clint feels his breath caught in his throat. Natasha kisses him, and he kisses her right back, so grateful that they're sharing this with each other. "Fuck," he breathes. "Keep going, please. It feels so good."

This whole new step that they've taken between them has only grown by leaps and bounds, and quickly. It's like there was never a time when they really were apart. It's only brought all those little moments they had and muscled them altogether into this wonderful relationship, laced together on the deep chords of their love. Every time Clint took Nat into his arms, or she touched her lips to his, she was reminded of how impossibly insane her love for him was.

"I know you're going to love this. I'm already loving it." Her hand moved over his thigh. It was such a difference in viewpoints. His cock was large and sat glistening against that beautiful trail that lead to it. Taking another breath, she pushed into him further, paused, and then deeper still. Each time she paused, she watched his reaction, making sure that nothing felt off about what she was doing. By the time she felt near the end of the vibrator, she had to pause and moan herself. "Fuck me, this feels so good. Like I'm in you, and you're in me."

Slipping back from him all the way, she pushed back in again, and watched him closely. "How does it feel?" Her own body wanted to fall over him with as quick as the vibration was working along her inner walls. She had forgotten what it was like to have one constantly pulsing inside her. Instead, she steadied her resolve and began to move within him like she'd been doing so for years.

It's so fucking hot, watching Natasha slowly press the vibrator into him. And the more he takes, the better it feels. The buzz of the vibrator is different than taking a cock, but that doesn't mean he doesn't feel incredible. He can tell that she does too, simply by the look on her face. "Feels good," he tells her, sitting up on his elbows so that he can catch her lips in a kiss.

He falls back quickly so that she can start fucking him, and glues his eyes to her tits. They're so gorgeous, the way they bounce with her every movement as she thrusts into him. "Tasha, your fucking tits, oh my god," he moans, reaching up to cup one of them. "So gorgeous, babe, sweetheart, light of my goddamn life."

It may not feel the same as a man, using a rubber vibrator. She'd gotten the one online that had cost half a god-damn fortune, but it promised that he'd love it and she would too. Nat was obviously most concerned about Clint. She'd gotten a few other varieties, and some other fun things to fuck him with while she was playing around. The idea had really grown on her. Plus, she'd found a few things to play with the other way around. Figuring that he deserved to have equally as much fun.

He told her not to take it easy on him, so once she gets a set rhythm going, she keeps one knee on the bed and unfolds the other so that she's got her foot resting next to her, giving her further traction against him. It also gives her a slight sideways angle, which a book had suggested to further his pleasure-- said it was better for reaching that spot inside him.

Biting her lip, she glanced down at the way her tits bounced everytime she stuck her cock into him. "Yeah? You like my big cock baby? I bet you love how I can fuck you and you can watch my tits bounce. I bet that's gotta get you hard for me." She reached between his legs and began to stroke him slowly. She didn't want it to end too soon. This was pretty fucking fun.

"Fuck, you've got a great ass, so tight around me. Let me fuck this beautiful ass of yours. Just like this." There was a trick to feeling dirty talk, and this tiny bit of control was about right. She could hear their bodies smacking now. Sweat began to glisten across her body and roll down her back.

Clint hasn't taken his eyes away from those absolutely perfect tits for a moment since Natasha really started to fuck him. "I love your big cock," he says, reaching up to pinch her nipples. "And I love this perky titties of yours. Literally, everything about you is perfect. You're incredible, babe."

Natasha starts to stroke him, and it's all Clint can do to stop himself from reaching down to rub her clit. He's sure she's getting enough pleasure from the vibrator, but he just loves making her feel good. He's pretty sure that's a great quality in a boyfriend, but he also knows that she wants to [do this her way.

Either way, he can just go down on her again after if she wants him to. Clint will never tell her no when it comes to that.

"God, this feels so good, Tasha," he murmurs, "so fucking good."

Part of why she loves the strap-on is that it covers all her most intimate parts, even if Clint tried to reach down and rub at her clit, he would have to dislodge the entire strap-on to do it-- and Nat is pretty damn sure that he doesn't want to do that. Besides she's already moaning now and then from the rubbing that she gets from rubbing against the leather and his body every time she fucks into him.

Fucking him is an amazing situation. It sends her body wild, from the vibrator to the way it rubs at her own clit. Then there's the power of feeling her man like this and watching him take a whole new type of pleasure. She can barely stand it. Licking over her lips she shivers and tosses her hair back to get it out of her face.

"Fuck you look so good like this." She started to work him harder. He said he didn't want to stand, so she began to use the strength in her hips and back muscles. She had immense power there and used it now. "Yeah, you feel that, like that. Harder? I'm deep now. I can feel how your body keeps holding on so fucking tight. Perfect little ass." She reached down and smacked it, then rubbed her hand around the area she smacked. "God, you feel so good. I'm getting close to coming myself."

"Tasha, I can't believe that you're doing this for me. You're so fucking amazing." He can't take it much longer. The vibration and the combination of her fucking him like this is about to send him over the edge. "You need to come too. I won't be able to fuck you for a bit after this," he warns.

He closes his eyes and lets himself really feel what Natasha is doing, brings his hand down to his cock to stroke it, and looks directly at Natasha's tits. "Fuuuuuck," he breathes, spurting across his stomach and somehow even landing some on her tits.

"Come, please come," he begs her. "Or get up here and I'll make you come."

Watching him stretched out beneath her is more than a small turn on. It's nothing like anything Natasha's ever experienced before. She feels immense pleasure, and is barely holding on by a tiny thread to the orgasm that is waiting, clinging to her every little nerve to explode the second Clint does. Never did she think she could do this, make Clint feel like this. This had been a pleasure only men could give him before and now she has that ability. It pushes her closer and closer.

It's not even all the vibrations and the constant rubbing, although that is a thin edge that's peeling away each and every thought with how she fucks into the love of her life. It's the way he reacts. "Fuck is right. Oh god, Clint. You feel so damn good, I'm going to come too. Jesus, baby. Look at you."

Leaning over she locks her lips with his as he jerks forward into his hand, hers wrapping around his to make sure that he's not alone in that moment of making himself come. She follows him over the edge, everything in her body screaming, right through her orgasm, including her lungs. She cries out his name, and keeps pushing into him as she bites at his shoulder to keep from being any louder. Her orgasm lasts and lasts, rolling her over time and again. Panting, she finally comes to a stop, her body finishing and she has to turn the vibrator off-- everything in her is far too sensitive. She imagines it feels the same for Clint too.

"That was remarkable baby. You are so beautiful, so gorgeous. I love you so fucking much. Oh god."

"That was so fucking good," Clint says. Gently, he pulls the vibrator out of himself, and then out of Natasha too. Considering how hard she came, he's sure that she's sensitive. Once it's out of both of them, he takes the harness off and pulls Natasha into his arms. "Tasha, I can't believe you did that for me." It's not that he thought she'd be opposed to it, he just never thought to ask.

"I'll do anything for you, you know? Literally anything." He'd become a criminal for her when they'd first met, after all. "There's nothing you could ask for that I wouldn't try my damndest to give you." Of that, he's absolutely sure. He'd kill for her, or die for her, or any number of things. He just loves her that much.

Natasha was going to be the one that did all the rest of the hardwork, but given that Clint quickly took action and slipped off the harness and slid out the vibrators-- all Nat was left with was his sweaty body to press against hers. She was breathing heavy from her orgasm. It was new and different, both all at once. Not to mention getting to watch Clint come undone the way he did. She'd do it all again in a heartbeat.

"I love you Clint, and I always want to be everything for you, and meet every one of your needs, sexually and otherwise. I know you enjoyed men, and I can't be one, but I'll give you all that I can to help you enjoy what you had." She would do the same. Kill, die, break any law. He was the love of her life, and the other half to her soul--there was not another person in this world who understood her like he did. She was his first and forever love.

Stretching out across him, she kisses his neck and then takes time to mark over his chest, keeping one of her marks there for now. "You know, I think that we should get matching tattoos, or ones that go together. I want to wear your mark. I need to wear your mark. I know I'll always belong to you, but I want more."

Shaking his head, Clint gives Natasha a little squeeze. "You don't have to be one, babe. I love you the way you are." And he does. Even if she didn't want to ever do that again, he'd be fine being with her for the rest of their lives. The fact that she does though, makes him know that they're perfect for each other. He presses a kiss to her lips, dirty and full of tongue. "God, I fuckin' love you, Tasha."

He grins at her, rolling them so that she's on top and he can see her face properly. "You could get a little arrow, and I can get a spider," he suggests. "Or we could just go full out and get portraits of each other on our backs," he teases. He would, if that's what she wants, but he doubts it is. "Or we could just fuckin' get married."

There's a small shudder that runs through her when he offers that kind of love, the kind she only dreamed about growing up. So many years she didn't think herself worthy and now that she's with Clint, she knows that as long as he sees it in her, there's nothing anywhere that will ever matter otherwise. He is her north star, and shining light. They can be imperfectly perfect together. "I fucking love you too, Clint. I've loved you from the beginning. I'm sorry I was such a screw up and took this long to come back."

She knows that both their hearts went through so much, but now they are finally back together. She smiles at the thought of them each wearing a tattoo. "I'd do it tomorrow. I want to wear your arrow, even if you don't get my spider." There's a laugh, and her fingers dance up and down his side. "You're an idiot. I love you, but I'm not going to let your face melt down my back when I get old." She can only imagine that happening when they get all old and crusty together.

"Wait, did you say what I thought you did. I thought you never wanted to get married. You are insane. We can't get married."

He doesn't need her to apologize for that. He doesn't want her to. Clint and Natasha have a long, complicated past but she's here now, and so is he. If things are meant to be, they work out, and they're proof of that. "Stop saying sorry. I don't want you to feel bad. Who knows if we could have made it work all those years ago. I'd rather have this now, after waiting for you, than back then and have us hate each other now."

He presses a kiss to her temple and shrugs. "Why can't we? And I've been married, babe. I'd do it right now, if it was to you." And he would. He'd get a little hourglass on his ring finger, and take her on a little trip where he could show her how much he loves her.

"What do you think? We can even use fake names if that makes you feel better."

"I know. It's going to take me a little bit for working through the life I did to get to where I want. I know that we have the best life ever now. I am so glad that we have this now, now when we are older and wiser and more creative with everything. I'm glad that we can talk about everything, even this. You make my heart stop every day I'm with you. I feel like spouting greeting cards at you."

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she nuzzles against his nose and brushes her lips to his. Her face flushes bright red, and her eyes go do that leaking thing. The one that they aren't supposed to do, and don't do under most every circumstance. She figures that the first time she's been proposed to by her best friend and truest lover, she's allowed.

"No, I don't think that I'll be taking a fake name. We might go to Vegas, but I want a real fucking gown and you in a damn suit. Then I want to say I do, and suck your face right off in front of whatever chapel person we get. I also want a ring. I might not wear it on my finger all the time, but I'll find a place. "

"A ring, hm?" Clint replies, brushing her hair from her face. "Well. I do have one for you. It's not your engagement ring, mostly because I didn't actually think you'd say yes, even though I know you want to be with me." He kisses her again, sucking on her bottom lip gently, then reaches into his bedside drawer. He gives her a small ring box containing a ring that he'd bought for her even before they'd reconnected intimately.

"I'm good with Vegas. We can make a trip of it. Get married, get a fancy penthouse, and maybe one of those little blue pills so that I can fuck you as many times as I want to that night. Or you could just let me eat you out between rounds." He's making sex jokes, but really, the thougt of Natasha in a pristine white dress, walking toward him, ready to declare herself to be his forever? He's pretty obsessed with that idea.

"We can get tattoos the next day. And then you can be mine."

"Wait. What?" She blinks at him several times. He's had a ring this whole time. This wasn't some out of the blue proposal? Now she really starts to cry, and there's no other word for it. "Why on earth wouldn't I say yes to you Clint. You're the one I was always meant to be with. None of the others were real like this. Not even Murdock. You outshine him in a million ways. You're the key, or the arrow to my heart." Kissing him back a few million times over, she lets him slip it on her left ring finger. It doesn't matter if it's not her engagement ring. It's going there.

Let all the fucking Avengers and everyone else know where her heart belongs. She is one hundred and ten percent Clint Barton's. She'll even draw up papers to change her name officially, Natalia Barton-Romanova. She could still go by Natasha Romanoff everywhere important, but the world would know her true name, and in circles that really mattered, like home -- she only had to be Tasha Barton. Those would be gifts she'd give to him in the coming days as she did a world of shopping.

"You on a blue pill might end up in the hospital. I don't think they're supposed to be taken by men who have great libidos, and working dicks. Yours works beautifully. I am pretty sure what tattoo I'm getting. I might change it up a little now that we're getting married. I'm already yours by the way." She kisses him again, and can't believe that her little girl fairy tale is coming true. A part of her wants the fairy tale wedding, but Vegas will work. The dress won't be fairy tale either, but she will still make her dreams come true, true, true. "We will take more than one night. At least two for the honeymoon. I need two days in bed and in a bath with you making love. I need every inch of your body, and you get every inch of mine to use in every way you ever dreamed."

"Tasha, baby, don't cry," Clint says, gathering her up in his arms. "I just. It's not that I thought you wouldn't want to stay with me, I just didn't know if you wanted to actually sign some paperwork." He wouldn't have been upset if she said no. He knows who Natasha is. Just because she doesn't want to make something official doesn't mean she's not in.

He kisses all over her face, wipes those tears away as he holds her gently, kissing her back. All he wants in this life is Natasha, and now he's finally going to get it.

"But how else am I supposed to fuck you all night? I'm an old man now, I can't keep up." He knows that there are other ways to get her off, but he really just wants to fuck her, over and over and over again. "I think a week for the honeymoon. I wanna go to Disney."

She can't help but cry, and when Clint starts to bumble through why he thinks she's cry, she begins to laugh too. Holding him as tight as possible she shakes her head until the words begin to form. "No, no, no..." She mumbles against his lips in the middle of the tears. Lifting up her hand, she looks at the ring and her lips do this odd smile frown, that only happens when a woman is so happy all she can do is cry.

"You dork, I'm only crying because I'm so happy, because you're such a wonderful idiot that you already had this for me, and I had no clue that you'd ever ask me to marry you when it's all I've ever wanted. I was so scared to tell you and mess up your future dreams... but I've always wanted this. I want you, your name, everything about you Clint Barton" She licks over his lips, tasting all the salt from her tears along with the rich wonderful flavor that belongs to her now fiancee.

Fuck. She's got a fiancee. This brings on another wave of her kissing him, this time harder and deeper than before. She rolls her body around onto his and squeezes him even tighter if that was ever possible. Laughing even more she nods. "Fine get yourself blue pills, but make sure you find out where the stupid hospital is just in case you don't ever go back down.. and you're not old. I don't marry old men. I marry young, wonderful, sexy men."

Kissing down his neck, she sucks at the base, and leaves a rather noticeable hickey there and then another down along his shoulder. She's staking her claim over his body, and it's only going to get worse before it gets better she thinks with a smirk. "Disney? Let's go to Disney World. I want to go to Epcot and Animal Kingdom too, and MGM and ride that Tower of Terror!!!" She's giggling wildly by this point. "Wait, can we get married at Disney? Oh, Clint. It would be like a storybook. I've seen pictures...Florida doesn't have a waiting period for a license like Vegas either. We could go whenever."

"I kinda assumed that you would never want to get married," Clint replies. "I thought that this was the longest of long shots, honestly." Clint's been married. He was married to Bobbi after Nat broke up with him and went for Matt Murdock of all people. They hadn't been together long and it was a huge disaster. Clint vows to be better at marriage this time around.

"Too old to go more than twice in one day," Clint complains. "Three times at the most." But then he might not be able to go the next day, so it's a toss up. He'd rather get some help to make sure that he can keep her satisfied all night long.

"We can get married wherever you want. And whenever you want. You want Mickey Mouse to officiate? I'll figure out how to make it happen." He will too. He would give this woman anything she wanted, including kidnapping a fictional character to officiate them getting married.

"I didn't want to get married to anyone because I never thought anyone would really and truly love or understand me. I never thought I would find forever with someone. It was a binding, and I couldn't handle that, not with anyone..." Then she pauses and kisses him gently. "...except you. You're the only one that sees me and understands me completely. You take me as I am, every part of me and love me still. Oh Clint." She kisses him again, and runs her hands over his body, falling more in love with him each and every second. It's one of those things that she never thought would happen to her.

"Then take what you wish, my love. I don't mind how many times you want to go, I'm there with you. You know you don't have to please me all day, but if that's what you want, then I will happily supply you with my body and a closet full of lingerie for you to enjoy me in."

"Then I dare say I want to do it in Disney world. I can ride in the Pumpkin Carriage of lights, and stand with my grand ballgown dress on the Staircase in the Great Floridian. We can stay at the Polynesian Hotel, or even the one that's right in the middle of Animal Kingdom Safari. You can look out your room window and see Giraffe and all sorts of African animals. It's wild. If that's what you want, I'll start booking it now. When do you want to get married? I need to set a date..."

"Book whatever you want," Clint says, "I wanna give you the wedding of your dreams. All that matters to me is marrying you." Clint doesn't care where they do it or how. All that matters is that at the end of it all, Natasha becomes his wife. It's all he wants, and if she wants Disney where she can wake up to a giraffe's face in the window. "And we can spend all day in the park, with those fast passes and everything. We can invite all the Avengers. I gotta have a best man afterall, and it can't be you. I'm thinkin' maybe Cap. Or Bruce. They're both great options."

He grins over at her and tugs her in for a warmer hug. "And you can pick the date too. I'll pay for whatever you want, I just wanna make sure that you're mine. sweetheart."

"Not Bruce." Before she says another word, the first thing that comes out of her mouth is that. Bruce is the one man that she put down her walls for and offered herself to in a bathrobe and he rejected her. She never felt worse about herself than she did right then. A lot of the damage that Clint spent working on repairing was done by him. They could be friends and Avengers, but she didn't want him at their wedding standing up next to the man she was going to marry. She'd rather Steve, a man she admired and cared for like a brother be there.

"All that matters to me is being with you, and I will love doing Disney with you. We'll have the best time. I'm going to give you head in the haunted mansion, just wait. That or on Space Mountain. I hear that you ride down backwards and they're always stopping to let handicapped people on and off..." She smirks and licks over his neck. "Steve can stand up for us both, or he can officiate, even. That would be great."

She wiggles against him and lays her head on his heart to listen to the beat of it. The steady rhythm that makes her so proud to be his fiance now. "April? We'll have a spring wedding. I think they have a flower thing at Disney in the spring. I can't wait to be your wife."

Clint frowns for a moment before remembering the thing with Bruce. He'd still been wrapped up with Bobbi at the time since Natasha had clearly set her sights on someone else. "Steve then. I'm sure he'd wanna be there. Maybe he'll bring that person he's been seeing. You know anything about that?" Steve's disclosed that he's seeing someone, but no one knows who. He's been very secretive about it.

"Maybe we can convince Tony to buy it out for us, then it's just me and you, alone in the park." It sounds amazing, being able to ride all the rides without having to wait? But then he'd probably want to come too."

"Babe, in my mind, you're already my wife," he tells her. "Ain't no one else but you, you know?"

"Steve for sure, he's one of my closest friends and yeah. He about nearly drowned his face in hers one day before a mission. He's with the girl I thought he should date in his building, come to find out she's some ex-shield agent now. Sharon Carter. Yep, great-niece. It's all a little crazy to me, but when you find your girl, you've got to grab her and never let her go." She grins wide at this, and wraps herself tighter around him if it's even freaking possible. The feeling of his naked body all warm and pressed tight against hers is perfect.

One of her favorite things is being able to snuggle like this, and knowing that it's never going to stop-- that they'll be able to come home, strip down and come to bed like this every night, even on nights they don't have sex, they can lay like this and sleep. It's too much of a dream.

"I don't mind the people. I don't need Tony on my honeymoon, but it's whatever you want. The lines give us time to be sneaky and see how much we can get away with in public. I know, I'm terrible, but it's a little fun, you have to agree."

Kissing him soundly, she sighs. "I know love. There's no one else but you either, but a ceremony. It's... I don't know. It's a thing I never thought I'd want, but you let me have all the things I dreamed of when I was sitting there stripping away all the rest of me in that red room, and now that I have you, I feel more like a person again, a real person, a woman with an identity. I want this, I really want this. April 2nd. I don't want it on April fools day."

"Oh, I thought he was finally dating Barnes. I'm actually really surprised that he's with Sharon since she was flirting with me right before we got together, but I'm pretty sure it would have been hate sex. She's always told me she has no idea why all of SHIELD's talented intelligent women are into a guy like me," honestly, if Clint didn't know it was mostly about his big dick, he would wonder too. He kind of still does with Natasha, since he knows it can't be all about his dick.

"It's not whatever I want, Tasha, it's whatever you want. All I care about is you being my wife at the end of the day. I just wanna make your dreams come true, babe." Even if all they do is grab two random passerbys to sign the paperwork, that's fine with him. "But I think maybe you shouldn't wear any underwear. and maybe a nice short skirt, so that I can get my hand under it while we ride the tunnel of love."

He presses a soft, sweet kiss to her lips and nods, "You are a person. Ever since I first laid eyes on you, I knew that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. And I know it's been up and down, but I've always known your heart, even when you didn't."

"Damn. You have all those women wanting you, don't you." She shakes her head. She knows her dating record is bad too, but sometimes she allows herself the jealousy she feels. It's something she can't help. Sure, Clint is hers now, but they had time off where they both went different ways and into different arms for various reasons-- all along Nat knew that Clint would always be the one she wanted to come back to. He got her in ways that no one else did, accepted her utterly and completely. Sure, his dick was great, but plenty of men had dicks. He was so many other things that she loved. It was impossible to list them all. "She's just jealous because someone else has you and now, we're locking this down."

There's that huge smile again. The one that's never coming off her face again. Looking at her ring finger, Natasha sighs in perfect happiness. She doesn't know what she did to deserve this, but she's pretty damn happy about it. "I didn't know that they had a tunnel of love there. When did they get that?" She tips her head and laughs. "My wedding dress is going to be fairytale perfect, and my smaller dress after will have very small underwear that will be perfect for your fingers to manipulate on each and every ride. You can finger me in most any ride you want. I already told you that you're getting a blow job on the big Planet Earth ride in Epcot.

"You're so perfect, and I'm so happy that you knew even when I didn't. You saved me and brought me back here so that I could end up in your arms in our very own happily ever after."

Clint's not sure if Sharon is actually jealous or not, because he's always assumed that she doesn't really like him all that much. She just wanted to figure out the appeal. Now she'll never get the chance though, because he's totally locked down. Clint's not even interested in anyone but Natasha, hasn't been for a long time now. And honestly never would have been, if they hadn't parted ways. The only person that he'd cared about near as much was Bobbi, and they'd been terrible together from the beginning.

"How many times do you think I can make you come while we're there?" he asks, grin wide enough to match hers. "And I dunno if there's a tunnel of love. I've never been to an amusement park." Circuses, yes. County fairs? Of course. He's never been anywhere like Disney though.

It doesn't matter how she feels, or what the appeal is, because she's never going to have the chance-- neither will any other woman. He's really the first man she's ever loved in a way that's been lasting. There might have been others that's she's been with but they meant so very little in comparison and if there were ever a thing she could do to make up for the time in between, she hopes this is it.

She knows that Clint will ever be the only one that knows her heart the way she needs, and she knows that she loves him without borders or any sort of hesitations. All her love is complete, radically so.

"I'm sure that with you on that little pill and working up your libido. You're going to be a monster, and I'm probably not going to stop coming our entire honeymoon. Just don't take it until after our wedding ceremony. The last thing I need is you in your gorgeous suit with a hard on. " She laughs and bites at his chin, playfully. "No, there isn't. There's a ride that's like this bear movie, that's all floaty and has a huge watery drop at the end. It's almost a tunnel of love. Oooor, you can make out with me, and have fun during Pirates of the Caribbean? We'll go on the website, and look over brochures before we go. You should have an idea of the fun we're gonna have before you go." She laughs and is so full of delight.

"I can't believe I'm going to wear a fairy princess gown and get married at disney, and be on that grand staircase. I only saw it once, and I was carrying a gun, but it's so beautiful."

"Babe, you know I'm gonna fuck you so hard and so much that you'll forget that any one else ever fucked you before," Clint responds. Natasha wants to explore the theme park, but Clint would be happy not to leave the hotel room for the entire trip. Maybe they'll just have to make it an extended vacation. It's not e very day someone gets to marry the love of their life.

"Tasha, whatever you want. We can spend all day on the staircase. I'm gonna make out with you on the Pirates of the Carribean ride though. And win you so many prizes at the accuracy shooting. And I'm gonna get you a real ring, too. That was just like, a little present." He hadn't meant for the arrow ring to be her engagement ring, but the moment had been too perfect.

"We should look at the park together though, I don't know anything about it, so I should know."

"Honey, I don't ever think of anyone else as it is. You're the only one I ever think of, ever dream of, ever fantisize about. I know that you're the one that's always going to be fucking me, making love to me, and everything else. You're it, and I know it. There is no more past. No one can measure up, so I don't even remember what anything else felt like before you." They can stay or go. She's happy to do a little bit of both. She's going to love their room, and love the park, they're going to be there a while, and while the parks can take a few days, they certainly don't take a whole week to explore, unless they do the whole of Disney, but they've got a lifetime for that.

"I only one a picture, sweetie. The boardwalk might have stuff like that. I don't know, we can check it out. I love my ring, and I'm always going to wear it no matter what you get me, this will always be my first engagement ring. It's so perfect and beautiful." Leaning in she kisses Clint hard, and runs her hand over his side. He deserves a little more touch now that their bodies are as sensitive since they've been talking for so long. Her mouth sinks into his and she eases up on the kiss so that she can lazily lick against his tongue, loving him for all he is and wants to give her. She slides her body against his a little, sighing.

Pulling up, her arm reaches out for her phone and she types up something, then pushes a few buttons. There I sent you a link to your email. Take your time, and look through it. I'll send you more about where the wedding will be later. She kisses his neck and licks at it. "I'm so happy you asked me. I can't believe we're getting married."

"Tasha, you know you're my favourite," he tells her. He would have married her way back when, when they were trying to go after Iron Man. He would have welcomed her back into his arms. Hell, he'd married Bobbi, and still, half his heart belonged to Natasha. He'd loved Bobbi, of course, but still. There was still so much feeling inside of him, all for Natasha.

"I'm just glad you said yes," Clint replies, grinning at her. He presses a kiss to her temple and pulls his phone up so that he can look through the park options. "You gonna let me fuck you in one of these mouse hats?" He's actually not all that familiar with Disney, but he at least knows who Mickey Mouse is.

He sets his phone aside after a few moments of looking and then rolls Natasha on top of him. They've still got some celebrating to do, after all. "How would you feel if I spent the next hour or two with my face in your pussy, working you up over and over?" he asks. Sometimes, Natasha needs him to take control, for him to tell her what to do in bed. He's not good at it, considering he generally just loves pleasing his partners. But he'd do anything for her, including taking control every once in a while.

"You're my favorite too, baby. No matter what you may have thought. There's always been you in my heart." She's been back and forth and she knows it, but he's her one and only and that's all that matters now. It feels good to know that it's mutual. It was hard when he got married. That one stung, but now that they're together -- she's a little frightened that something will happen and they'll end up like his first marriage, but the other part of her knows that they were always meant to be.

"I'll always say yes. I am happy you asked, and stunned, and I'll keep pinching myself for a while, but I'll get used to it and then some day soon it'll happen and we will be actual husband and wife." She laughs at his question, and kisses his chest. "You know you can. You gotta wear the mickey one too. I'll have minnie on, and you can put mickey on and that's all we'll wear. You know they have have bride and groom ears at the park.

Laying on him is nice, she loves kissing over his body and sliding against him. When he asks her what she wants, she laughs. She knows that it's hard for him to figure out how to do anything close to taking control. If he'd really been any good at it, he would have rolled her over and merely starting doing what he wanted. Pushing her places, and doing things to her. That's what she craved during those times-- but Clint tried. He certainly did want to take care of her. Although, right now, she's pretty content to be kissed, and have her body slowly kissed over, to be built up that way. She doesn't want to ask for it though. Instead she smiles and slides her body further over his, pinning him down.

This way he doesn't have to make any decisions. She can go slow and enjoy the thoughts she has right now as she kisses her affection across his torso. He's going to be a marked up mess in the morning.

"Yeah, of course I'll wear one too, we gotta match," besides, if people know that they just got married, they might score some free drinks.

He holds onto her hips when she rolls on top of him, leaning up to kiss her thoroughly. He knows that she might like it if he were a little more dominant in bed, but he knows her history, knows it better than anyone else does other than she, herself. He doesn't want to do anything that might ever make her feel coerced. Maybe once they've been back together for a while he'll feel more comfortable with it, but he doesn't want to make Natasha feel unsafe.

He arches against her, grinning against her lips. "How about I tell you what I want, and you say if you want it too," he suggests, nipping at her bottom lip. "I want to flip you over and spend some time kissing every inch of you. I want to mark you, where no one else can see it, I want to fuck you. I want to work you up, set your body on fire. I want you to beg for my cock, and that's when I'll give it to you."

He kisses her again, and says, "I will never get enough of your body. You're so fucking gorgeous, and now you're gonna be all mine."

"You'll look adorable, and super sexy in those ears. I can't wait. I wish we could wake up and make it all happen tomorrow." She laughs and knows that there's a little bit more planning that has to go into it. Still, she's pretty certain she can pull together a wedding for the ages in not too long of a time period. It's all about the right time and phone calls. She'll make it happen.

Clint could never make her feel unsafe. They've reached a point between them where he could do most anything, and she'd allow him. He could tie her up, pin her, gag her, take away any sense he wanted and she'd still trust him. She knew he was hardly as kinky as she was, but there was always the option if he ever wanted, she'd let him hurt her for pleasure, and she'd be the perfect pain slut for him. Natasha knew it-- no where in this relationship would there ever, ever be room for him to make her feel uncomfortable.

Kissing him short and then deep, she nods. There's a quirk against his lips as she agrees with him. "I think you're reading my mind, my fiance. Yes, please, all that. Take me and make me yours in every single way you want. Use me Clint. I'm yours, all yours. Take every part of me you want, pull me apart, and put me together with your body alone. That's all I want is you, only you."

Clint is so unused to taking control in this sort of way, but he's more than happy to try it, especially with Natasha. He's always been a little bit afraid of tapping into that side of him, thinking he might take it too far. But there's trust between them, trust so deep that he knows she'll stop him if she needs him to, that she won't let him get carried away. He's more than happy to experiment with her.

Natasha is the love of his life, and as much as he knows that their sex life is good, he doesn't want her to only have a good sex life for the rest of their lives. He wants it to be amazing.

Clint smirks at her as she comes in for the kiss, gradually deepens it. When the kiss reaches its peak, Clint flips them so that Natasha is spread out beneath him, looking like the hottest thing he's ever seen in his life. "What the fuck did I do to deserve you?" He murmurs before kissing her again and taking both wrists in his large hand. He lifts her hands above her head and holds them there ad he bites his way down her neck.

Always so used to being in control of everything in her life. It's not easy to allow anyone else an ounce of it. There are so many things precariously balanced right on the edges that to lose a plate means her whole world might come crashing down-- even in bed, Natasha has always been fine being the one in control, but it's an entire new level of trust, connection and fucking sexy feeling Clint turn the tables. He is the only person in her life that she'd ever allow to pull a thread of control from her.

When he flips them, she moans softly, sliding under his body to mold against him perfectly as always. What's new is the strength that he uses to grip at her wrists. She tugs at the feeling because she knows that she can and that he will pull back. Knowing that he has the power to hold her there is thrilling, and has her biting back into their kiss until he breaks it to kiss down her neck.

"Fucking hell, Clint." She rolls her body under his, writhing at the bites to her neck. "Harder, please." She begs. She knows that he's not used to doing things like this, but it feels so fucking good that she can't help herself. She wants this so bad, and to have his mouth on her overly-sensitive neck is driving her through the roof.

Clint knows that if she wants to, Natasha can break free of the grip he has around her wrists. She doesn't want to though. She wants him to be in control of her. "I'm going to get a tie," he says, voice low in her ear, "and then I'm going to tie your hands to the bedframe. I would hold them myself, but I have better things to do with my hands."

He kisses her once more before pulling away and walking over to the dresser to get one of his loathed ties. Maybe now he'll start liking them more since he's [found a better use for them. Climbing back onto the bed, Clint takes her wrists in his hands again. He stretches them up and then fastens them to the headboard. It's nothing that she can't escape from, but Clint is pretty sure she doesn't want to.

Leaning down, he sucks a mark into her collarbone, draws his hands down her body. "You look so fucking good, babe."

"You do what you must.." She smirks, and lays with her hands perfectly still where he put them. She wants to show that she wants this, every single bit of this as much as he does, probably even more. They've never played like this in the bedroom before and Natasha is thrilled to have a slightly more willing Clint, she'll tug when he ties her up, but only enough to tighten the knots that he puts around her wrists.

Natasha likes to tempt fate, she wants to see ligature marks on her wrists tomorrow to remind her of this. It may look like he's hurt her, but like his bite marks they are all done in the name of pleasure and will be gifts of their time. The pull on her arm muscles is nice too, that slight burn that makes her know they are at an awkward angle up only a little from the bed and not a natural alignment will remind her of what they're doing. It won't be anything she can't keep up. She's toned and could hold this pose naturally for hours if she needed to, but it's still a good thing to have.

"You look fucking hot too. I like this angle." She sighs with a shiver as his hands work over her body.

Clint fully intends to do what he wants to her. He knows that she wants this, knows how badly she needs to give up control every once in a while. Natasha is so good to him that he wants to give her what she needs. Over time, he'll get better at this, but until then, they can certainly practice.

"I want you like this in front of everyone," he tells her, sucking marks all the way down to one of her tits. "I want them to see how much you love looking like this for me, looking so hot," he tells her. He's always had a thing for doing it in public, and Natasha knows it. "You look so sexy like that that it's a shame that I'm going to push you to the edge over and over again before I finally let you come. How does that sound, Tasha?"

He'll do a few more things, too, but those can be a surprise.

This is certainly a gift that she'll take and she will always return it in abundance giving Clint all he desires and more in the bedroom the next time they are together. She'll ride him all sorts of ways and be his dream master in the bedroom. If there was one thing that Natasha knew how to do, it was take control. She was excellent at it. Giving it up wasn't easy, but she was eager to do it now, for Clint. He was her master in the bedroom, and he could happily collar her and she'd wear it for him.

"We can find a discreet public place to play around in. Put me behind a building, in a park, or maybe even let me crawl between your legs at a restaurant. Hell, if it's not populated, I'd even ride you somewhere. Wear a skirt, no panties and slide right over you, let you fuck me really hot and dirty, quiet like.. Fuck that would be hot." Natasha wasn't the queen of exhibitionism, but she'd do it for Clint. She'd do anything for him. It did sound sexy too.

She moaned at the marks he made, arching into him and rolling her hips to find any sort of contact she could. it sounded like he was going to torture her for a while, but she wouldn't complain. Being tied up and sexually tortured wasn't too bad. "Bite me, and mark me. Make me feel every bit of this, and I won't mind a single bit. I want anything you want to give me, baby."

"You know I love you with no panties on," Clint replies, moving down her body and marking her on the way. He brings a hand up to give one breast a rough squeeze, pinching her nipple roughly enough that any other person would cry out. Clint won't judge her if she does, but he also knows Natasha.

Teasingly, he pushes between her legs to give her pussy a quick lick, but he doesn't stay, that would be rewarding her too quickly. Instead, he moves to make a mark on her thigh, biting her hard enough to leave indentations as he keeps moving down. Finally, Clint gets all the way down. He kisses her ankles, then the soles of her feet because there is absolutely nothing about Natasha that he doesn't love.

Bringing her knees up, he grabs another few ties from the bedside table and tugs her arms back down. "You know what I'm gonna do to you? I'm gonna fucking use you for my pleasure. I'm going to tie your arms to your legs and make you spread out. Then I'm gonna use your holes however I want to."

"Then I guess it's a done deal. I'll keep an eye out for the perfect place, and we'll have a drink somewhere with a little fun." She arched into him, and sighed as he kissed over her body. Normally, her hands would be moving along his body, but without the ability to move them, she could only arch her body and make noises as he went. It was difficult for her not to be able to touch as she wanted.

Her fingers curled in on themselves and unfurled, nails pressing into her palms when he licks across her wet center. "Fuck baby. I hate that I can't touch you." It was far harder than she anticipated, but it was incredible. All the sensations piled high and ran in torturous lines threaded from head to toe.

Watching him grab tie after tie, she wanted to laugh. At least he was getting some use out of all the ties he had. It was better than them not being used at all. Her next thought was that they needed to get some real Shibari rope. It was easier to thread around limbs and not as likely to hurt if bound tightly. "You are a devious bastard, and I love it. Next time I'll teach you how to tie me up proper, and really spread me out so that you can fuck me with out a squirm. I think we could have fun with ropes, if you get into this. My holes are all yours, babe."

Making plans to fuck is really hot, especially when they're already fucking. Natasha's ideas are really getting Clint going, and if it were any other day, he'd already be sliding between her gorgeous legs to fuck her. Clint has a plan though. He is well aware that Natasha is a lot more kinky than he is, and he wants to give her this, see if it's something that they can experiment with. He can't lie, seeing her tied up like this, ready to take anything he wants to give her is very sexy.

He looks at her all tied up and spread out once he finishes and can't help but tease her pussy briefly, sliding the tips of two fingers in and then teasing them over her slick folds. She looks so good right now, absolutely delicious, but Clint won't be tempted. Instead of dropping between her legs and feasting, he reaches for the bottle of lube beside their bed. Natasha said that her holes were his, and he intends to use them both.

Finally, Clint does give in, at least a little. He leans in to kiss Natasha and presses a slick finger against her ass. He's got a plug ready for her, and he hopes that she likes wearing it just as much as he likes wearing them. Besides, he wants to fuck her with it inside, see if he can feel the vibrations through her walls.

Now that they're tied together in a way that Natasha thought she'd never have, she's open to giving every ounce of control over to Clint. It's not like she wasn't open to it before, while they were merely dating. She loved him and had for such a long time, but there had always been the chance, the slim one that some one might slide in and rip them apart somehow. With this ring on her finger, she knew that was no longer a possibility. There was no turning back. Natasha didn't believe in breaking a marriage.

This was it, and she was loving every minute of how he worked to please her -- to stretch his comfort zone to enjoy her slightly twisted sides. No one else in the world would ever be able to strip her of control like this, tying her up so that she was at their whim. Natasha gave her soul over to clint in this moment, even if he didn't realize how significant it was. After the abuse she'd suffered, this was the ultimate for her, and she loved it, loved the way he touched her. His name was a whispered prayer on her lips.

Her body quivered in anticipation, waiting to see what he had prepared. When his finger touches her, she inhales deeply and blows out a shiver of air. "Fuck, Clint." She's never worn anything in her ass, but for him she'll do it. It might even feel good.

It's not a surprise that Clint's enjoying himself. He's with Natasha, and no matter what they do, it's always going to be hot. But looking at her, all tied up and spread out... well... it's probably the hottest thing he's ever seen. "Have I ever mentioned how much I love your tits? They're so gorgeous, all perky, little pink nipples." He leans down to suck one into his mouth while adding a second finger into her ass. He doesn't need to stretch her more than this since the plug is small. The point of it is that it vibrates, and Clint wants to use it while he fucks her.

As he pulls off her nipple, he gives it a sharp bite, then moves over to do the same to the other one. "You like nipple clamps, babe?" That's something he has tried, and something he owns. Natasha's nipples would look incredible in them.

"I want you to be dripping for me," he tells her. "Dripping and begging. Until then, I'm going to pinch and suck, and bite, and do whatever I feel like to you." He withdraws his fingers and slips the plug in, bypassing that tight ring of muscles and fucking her with it a few times before settling it inside of her. "You ready, babe?"

"You might have tossed around the idea a few times." Maybe he's brought it up every single time they are together, but she could hear it several times while they're together each session and never grow tired of it. Nat needs Clint to think that her body is everything to him. She needs absolutely everything about him.

Feeling the way he consummates her, the way he sucks at her tits and dips into her ass has her moaning and wanting to writhe beneath him, but she can't move. Instead she shivers and her body grows wetter. There's very little that she can do beyond whimper and flex the muscles that reside inside her body, making them quiver and tighten her pleasure as she waits for his cock to fill her.

"I think I'd love them. I don't let other people put things like restraints or bondage gear on me, but I know I love it." When the plug slides into her ass, she bites her lip through the skin and sucks at it. What else can she do. It's a whole new sensation that sets her on fire. Sensitive nerve endings go flying open and tingle the ones right near her g-spot an area over. "Holy fuck, I'm already dripping my love. You don't have to wait for that, you never do."

"Well, you deserve to hear it every single moment of the day," Clint replies, giving her nipples another pinch. "You would? Maybe we should get some for the next time we do this." And by maybe, he means that he's definitely going to get some. This is what Natasha enjoys in bed, not that Clint thinks that she doesn't enjoy it every time, but this is what she craves, and he's going to do his very best to give it to her.

He flips the switch on the plug, watches her as he turns it up to a higher level. While he watches, her drags his thumb over her folds, gathering up the moisture and then smearing it back all over her pussy. Natasha is so gorgeous, especially like this. Clint still can't believe that he's so lucky.

Clint moves between her legs and leans in to bite her tit, leaving a mark behind as he smoothly enters her.

Natasha likes a lot of things. There are days she longs to make simple love to Clint, with only his body over hers, the weight of him pressing in over and over-- there are days where she loves to ride on top and look down at the gorgeous man that she's so totally in love with, and then there are the days she needs to feel alive, to remind herself that she's a survivor of the holy wars she's fought so far in her life, and pain does that for her, sensory deprevation, bondage, letting go in various ways with this man she's learned to trust does that for her.

Feeling the ache that starts low and deep and begins to circulate through her inner walls is different and new -- she doesn't have a word for how it feels, but she knows that she likes it. It's going to be a thing that she will certainly consider for the future when they're having sex again. When he touches her clit again she cries out and starts to go quiet until he clamps down around her breast.

"Oh fuck, Clint-- " It turns into a louder moan, on a whine buried at the back of her throat when he enters her. Her fingers scramble for purchase at his back. She treks her nails in long lines down his muscles and across the beautiful examples of shoulders. Drawing them around to his chest, she grips his shoulders and begins to rock up into him immediately, needing him deeper. The vibrations from her ass already making her crave more than she would with a slow normal build up. It's like he's already there inside her somehow, but she desperately craves so much more of him.

Clint's been relatively set in his ways when it comes to sex, been pretty vanilla over all, but Natasha makes him want to explore more. She pushes his boundaries in the best way and they've never done something that he didn't like. Sometimes it's like Natasha knows him better than he knows himself, because she opens him up to vastly different experiences, and it's always been incredible. She knows what he wants and what he'll like before he does.

This time though, Clint knows exactly what he wants.

He lets her touch him for a moment, but only for that. When she's had her fill, he uses one hand to grab both her delicate wrists and lifts them above her head. Natasha could easily break out of his grip, but he knows that she won't. She wants this too. He brings the other hand up to her tits, teasing them while he fucks into her quickly. The rhythm would be punishing for someone weaker, but he knows that his girl can take it.

All Nat knows is that she's wanted him for so long and so now that they're together she's willing to do whatever it takes for them. It's been hard on him to watch her sort her way through things with Bucky and Matt-- especially when they clashed over and over against his views on killing. It never really did work until finally they fell together like this, and Nat couldn't be happier. She's falling more in love with him every second. It had been so long in coming. The fact that he's even willing to take her like this is amazing.

He sees her now, and sees that she's changed over time, and now that she's his there's never anything going to be between them again. When he takes her hands, she groans and rolls her body up under his, complaining at the fact that she can't touch him with her higher pitched moans. They aren't actual complaints, but simply moans about being caught up in the moment.

Instead of using her hands, she wraps her legs around him and begins to use them to increase the way she moves, using dancer's hips and a myriad of motion and strength to force him deeper and further with each and every individual thrust. "Clint.." She whispers, and leans up to kiss him, searching for his mouth, needing more contact in every way.

Clint kisses her back, continuing to fuck her as she pulls him in with her legs. He must not have tied her up tightly enough, but that's not really a surprise. Today was for experimentation, not for serious scenes with ropes. That's something for the future, because Clint is finding that he actually likes having Natasha bound like this, ripe for his taking.

"You know what I was thinking when you were all tied up, plug in your ass, open for me? I was thinking about how pretty your pussy looked, all shiny and wet. I was thinking that you were really getting off on this, and it made me get off on it too." He thrusts in a few times, roughly but still very pleasurable, getting in as deeply as he can. "I fucking love your pussy."

He leans in to kiss her, rolling his hips in time with her. He turns the dial up on the plug, finally, and then settles in for their end goal. "Always so happy to do what I want. But I want to do what you want too. Tell me what you want, babe."

[[ooc: sorry, forgot she was tied up because he moved her hands in the last thread. she was tied arms to legs. hands moving wouldn't have made sense either unless she'd escaped. lol. whoops.]]

By the time they got this far, Natasha couldn't take it anymore and her more basic needs and instincts to spread out and take Clint the way she normally does, spread out and full of him completely kicked in. Wrapping her arms around him finally, Natasha runs her hands down his back and digs her nails in. "I needed to do that. I could go for so long, but not touching you was killing me. I thought I was going to die of it."

Crying out with the next plunge of his body into hers, she jerked her hips up and rolled along with him. "I love it when you're deep inside me, baby. I love you so fucking much." She could feel her body getting ready to climax. He was so good at everything he did, and when he flipped the switch that vibrated her further she cried out almost immediately.

"Fuck. Clint." Arching up into him, her body clamped down hard and her hips began to roll over and over, legs quivering against his back. Nat cried out loudly, and didn't stop until her orgasm abated moments later.

[ ooc: no problem! I doubt Clint did a good job with the knots anyway ahah ]

"Next time, I'll make sure the knots are tighter," Clint teases, breathless. He's so close right now, with the feeling of Natasha so wet and tight around his cock, but also the reverberations of the vibrating plug he'd put in her ass. He adjusts the quickly now that she's no longer bound, shifting so that he's driving down into her, so that he can stimulate her clit at the same time as he fucks her for all he's worth.

"You're fucking perfect," he manages to grit out just as she starts to clamp around him. "Fucking phenomenal." He holds on for as long as he can through her orgasm before he's coming too, choking out her name, and fucking her until he's too soft to keep it up. It's only then that he turns off the vibrator, but he doesn't take it out of her just yet.

"Better position. That was difficult." The ropes were good, that was an awkward position to be fucked in. He could eat her out to his heart's content, and even stick things in her holes, but once he started actually fucking her it got difficult to maintain the position and Natasha was a master at getting out of things. She had always been great at that sort of thing. It might have brought about some of their differences, but she was doing her best to be a better person now than she had before.

Life with Clint was pushing her to be the type of Avenger he'd be proud of, and not only the world's greatest spy. Feeling him inside her like this and knowing how much she loved him, had her wanting to be all that she could for this man. He made her body come apart at the seams. She knew he couldn't be a violent man, but he was pushing his limits for her. She'd push hers for him.

Crying his name aloud, she came and came, arching back and dragging her fingers along his back-- most bets were off during an orgasm. There were things she knew she'd never be able to control when he had her at the peak of existence. When he comes up into her she cries out again, getting off on the knowledge that he's losing himself-- the freedom he has when he's inside her. Breathing deep she relaxes eventually, feeling so fully of everything still.

"I love you. You're the most perfect, wonderful man there ever was, and will be. I hope you know that."

"Just tell me what you like, I'll do anything." He'll learn how to tie better knots, figure out the positions that they both like the best. Seeing Natasha spread out like that will be a vision that lives in his mind forever. She's so gorgeous, he loves her body so much, loves her pussy so fucking much. Clint has been with plenty of women, and men, but no one has ever gotten him like she does. They make each other better, and that's what's important in a partner.

Slowly, Clint withdraws from from her, making sure his movements aren't too sudden to make her feel bereft. He eases himself out and then gently tugs the plug from inside of her.

Once he's made sure that she's okay, he gathers Natasha up in his arms and cuddles her closely. "I love you too, Tasha. Definitely." He murmurs. "How are you feeling? You need anything?" He wants to make sure that she's okay after all of that.

They do make one another better and that's the best part of it all. It's all that matters to her. The fact that he's offered to do most anything for her fills her heart completely. She leans into him once he's pulled her against him, completely worn from their loving. "I'm sure we can go through some designs together and pick out things that will work for both of us. I know there are some that might appeal to you, and others that I might like better. We can work on what's appealing to us both." She kisses at a sweat drop that runs down his neck.

Sliding her leg along his, she enjoys this part of intimacy as much as she does the sex. It brings them just as close. Running her fingers through his hair, she lays her head down to listen to his heart beating. "I might want something to drink in a little bit, but not yet. I don't want you to move yet. I like feeling the steadiness of you beneath me. I love the beat of your heart and the throb you leave behind right after you've pulled out."

It's a solid weight that she can still feel as her muscles slowly relax back into their original shape, a place he'd carved out inside her. She can feel his seed as it trickles down her thigh. She knows that she should have asked for something to clean it up, but the experience was an intense one and she's still high and buzzing from it all. Having him steady and solid beneath her is perfect. "You're the best part of me right now. I love feeling you when you make love to me, and after. The ache, and the knowledge of where you've been, knowing that you left parts of you inside me. It's like nothing else, and knowing that no one else will ever touch me but you again, is incredible."

Clint hums happily as he holds her closely. He's always kind of like this after sex, languid, clingy, and affectionate. He gives Natasha a quick squeeze and nods. "I'll get us some food too," he says. He's happy to wait until she's ready too, since this is nice all in and of itself. "You know how much I love fucking you," he murmurs, "and I'm really glad that you love it too." He can't imagine being in a relationship where they don't like to have sex with each other, but with Natasha it feels like so much more than just like. It's them coming together to share something precious.

"And you know, I'm happy to service you any time. Any where even. Just say the word, and I will drop my pants for you," he chuckles, effectively ruining the sweet but serious mood. That's why she loves him though, because he's ridiculous and doesn't really have a serious bone in his body.

[[ooc: I was thinking we could end this here, and maybe get ready for one of the wedding threads if you wanted? Since this has been going on a while, and I think we lost track of it somewhere in the middle. I know things are blurring together because of time. ]]

For @deathbeforedecaf : Always wake up beside me.

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AHHH THE ICON

I love it so much. I need more.

this is the best i can do

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