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For @deathbeforedecaf : Always wake up beside me.

Things had been good for Clint and Natasha since they'd started dating. They hadn't killed one another ... yet, and the fights had been fairly minimal with only a few jealous flareups-- at least on Natasha's part. She didn't really know how Clint had been fairing, but it seemed to be alright. Natasha had stopped sleeping with clients and had cut off all ties with her ex's. They both would always be natural flirts, but that was fine with her. She knew that in the end, he belonged to her, and it was her body he came home to.

Speaking of which, she had fun planned for them tonight. "Movies" had been the spoken agenda, but Natasha had pulled out her toy chest and gotten out a few things that they'd both like in the bedroom. These were things they hadn't done together and Natasha was looking forward to it. She had even made some glow in the dark jello shots to start the night off with. Eating jello'ed alcohol off of one another was never, ever a bad way to start off a night.

Now all she needed was Clint.

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"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.

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