blackhourglass | 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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[ 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. ]]

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