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]

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."

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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."

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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.

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"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."

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"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."

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"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."

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"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.

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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."

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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.

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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."

[blackhourglass]

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.

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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."

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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."

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"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."

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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."

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"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.

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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."

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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."

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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."

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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."

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"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. "

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"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."

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"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."

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"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."

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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."