For @deathbeforedecaf : Always wake up beside me.

[blackhourglass]

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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[blackhourglass]

"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."

[deathbeforedecaf]

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.

[blackhourglass]

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.

[deathbeforedecaf]

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."

[blackhourglass]

"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.

[deathbeforedecaf]

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.

[blackhourglass]

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."

[deathbeforedecaf]

"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."

[blackhourglass]

"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."

[deathbeforedecaf]

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.

[blackhourglass]

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.

[deathbeforedecaf]

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?"

[blackhourglass]

"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."

[deathbeforedecaf]

"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.

[blackhourglass]

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.

[deathbeforedecaf]

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.

[blackhourglass]

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.

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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."

[blackhourglass]

[[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.

[deathbeforedecaf]

[ 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.

[blackhourglass]

"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."

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"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.

[blackhourglass]

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."

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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.

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[[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. ]]