It's funny. In Natasha's mind no matter how often they fall apart and come back together, it's the same. Maybe sometimes the feeling is different and they both come at it from varying directions and for a wide variety of reasons, but they really don't miss a beat. He will always know her, and she him. As soon as she gave him permission to her body, he had full access and nothing was different-- yet she will always appreciate how he cares, and is cautious after a time.
"Jesus. Clint. So fucking big." She moans and bites her lip, hard when he fills her completely. It's nice enough that he can slide himself exactly right along that spot whenever he pushes in and now and then on the way out. With her eyes closed, she rises up to meet him, and rolls against his body. It's not that she's itching to get him off as fast as possible, but she does want him to feel how amazing she's made her feel.
Still, at the same time, she's got another orgasm building and her breathing begins to sound on little moans, higher and louder until he's got her right at the edge, and then she's rolling right over again-- every muscle tightening around him, squeezing him tight within her as she's begging his name and offering it up in prayer with nails that claw down his back, and leave lines of red in their wake.
"Jesus. Clint. So fucking big." She moans and bites her lip, hard when he fills her completely. It's nice enough that he can slide himself exactly right along that spot whenever he pushes in and now and then on the way out. With her eyes closed, she rises up to meet him, and rolls against his body. It's not that she's itching to get him off as fast as possible, but she does want him to feel how amazing she's made her feel.
Still, at the same time, she's got another orgasm building and her breathing begins to sound on little moans, higher and louder until he's got her right at the edge, and then she's rolling right over again-- every muscle tightening around him, squeezing him tight within her as she's begging his name and offering it up in prayer with nails that claw down his back, and leave lines of red in their wake.
You can call it whatever you want...
[she shakes her head, and then is finally silent when he asks her to be his. It's what she's been wanting all along. It was why she never wanted to have time alone with him, and why she always wanted to be alone with him. Feelings were weird and complicated. ]
That was hard, wasn't it?
[she reaches up and runs her hand over his cheek]
Yes, Steven Rogers. I will be beyond happy to be your girlfriend. You know this means you're going to have to kiss me on a regular basis now, think you might be able to handle it?
[she teases him, laughing a little.]
[she shakes her head, and then is finally silent when he asks her to be his. It's what she's been wanting all along. It was why she never wanted to have time alone with him, and why she always wanted to be alone with him. Feelings were weird and complicated. ]
That was hard, wasn't it?
[she reaches up and runs her hand over his cheek]
Yes, Steven Rogers. I will be beyond happy to be your girlfriend. You know this means you're going to have to kiss me on a regular basis now, think you might be able to handle it?
[she teases him, laughing a little.]
I think I could probably handle that.
[ He smiles and leans into her on the street, giving her a quick kiss. ]
But now you know what we can't do?
We can't do this undercover. It'll get blown.
[ Which is an unfortunate trade-off. They won't be able to do missions together. ]
[ He smiles and leans into her on the street, giving her a quick kiss. ]
But now you know what we can't do?
We can't do this undercover. It'll get blown.
[ Which is an unfortunate trade-off. They won't be able to do missions together. ]
Natasha being so responsive always turns Clint on. She's so hot underneath him, writhing against him. Maybe next time, Clint can get her on top because he knows how good that view is. He wraps his arms around her when he feels like she's getting close, thrusts into her harder and faster, wanting to bring her over that edge.
"Come on, sweetheart," he breathes against her neck. Then he feels her contract around him, squeezing him in the most delicious way. "Oh fuck," he gasps before fucking into her one more time. His hips stutters as he spills inside of her, body taut until he goes loose on top of her.
"God, it's always so good with you."
"Come on, sweetheart," he breathes against her neck. Then he feels her contract around him, squeezing him in the most delicious way. "Oh fuck," he gasps before fucking into her one more time. His hips stutters as he spills inside of her, body taut until he goes loose on top of her.
"God, it's always so good with you."
Not unless you're squashed together in a tiny booth, and even then holding hands while eating does make things more difficult.
[He says with a smile and follows her to look at the geode.]
How old were you when you go to see the Tower?
[He says with a smile and follows her to look at the geode.]
How old were you when you go to see the Tower?
I've done it a few times, but it really is awkward and I could see myself getting cozy in a booth with someone, but I'd have to really like them and feel pretty hard up for their touch.
[That has never really been her M.O., and while she's been forced to play the girlie girl for a job-- it was always the job that had her making eyes for someone. She got to drop it and disappear later. Occasionally someone would turn out half decent and she might see them once more, but she'd never stick. She couldn't.
Glancing up from where she was, she thought for a little bit. ]
I think I was eighteen? nineteen at the most. It was one of the very rare days that I had time to myself between jobs and for once they trusted me not to do anything stupid, and I spent it sightseeing. It was one of the best days of my younger years.
[That has never really been her M.O., and while she's been forced to play the girlie girl for a job-- it was always the job that had her making eyes for someone. She got to drop it and disappear later. Occasionally someone would turn out half decent and she might see them once more, but she'd never stick. She couldn't.
Glancing up from where she was, she thought for a little bit. ]
I think I was eighteen? nineteen at the most. It was one of the very rare days that I had time to myself between jobs and for once they trusted me not to do anything stupid, and I spent it sightseeing. It was one of the best days of my younger years.
[pulling him back to her, she steals another kiss-- this one a little bit longer, enough to let him know how much he means to her and to slide her tongue into his mouth to deepen things and take them to the next level. Natasha doesn't mind taking her time with Steve, but she has a thing for kissing. He's going to have to get used to it. That and being close.
Now that she's with him, she has the need to feel close to Steve. It's nothing she's ever really give to anyone else-- always keeping them at arms length. For this, she'd give up quite a bit.]
I think I know how to do the undercover gig. I might have been doing it a few years now.
[she smirks, but doesn't move away from him an inch. ]
Good thing we're not undercover now. We've got all evening to ourselves. I wonder how in the world we'll ever deal.
Now that she's with him, she has the need to feel close to Steve. It's nothing she's ever really give to anyone else-- always keeping them at arms length. For this, she'd give up quite a bit.]
I think I know how to do the undercover gig. I might have been doing it a few years now.
[she smirks, but doesn't move away from him an inch. ]
Good thing we're not undercover now. We've got all evening to ourselves. I wonder how in the world we'll ever deal.
They've had sex in every position and Natasha loves every one of them, but this fit her mood today. The itch she had ended up turning into something personal, and there was nothing more personal than being face to face, body to body, skin to skin like this. Feeling the heat, the sweat of Clint's body as he thrust with a quickening beat into her, pushing her expertly over that final struggle until she only knew ecstasy.
His words had her there, and beyond in a heartbeat. Then feeling him coming inside her, drew out her response, digging her heels in and holding her there, moaning and panting, arched in a perfect bow against Clint's body until she too finally fell boneless against the bed.
Turning her head, she kissed the side of Clint's neck, tasting the salt from his heat. "Mmmm, you're always so perfect, how could it not be the best. You know me better than anyone and I always love sex with you." She mumbles, slowly running her fingers up and down his back.
His words had her there, and beyond in a heartbeat. Then feeling him coming inside her, drew out her response, digging her heels in and holding her there, moaning and panting, arched in a perfect bow against Clint's body until she too finally fell boneless against the bed.
Turning her head, she kissed the side of Clint's neck, tasting the salt from his heat. "Mmmm, you're always so perfect, how could it not be the best. You know me better than anyone and I always love sex with you." She mumbles, slowly running her fingers up and down his back.
I mostly remember having to hunch a lot the first time I saw the Tower, and I was also somewhat unimpressed with the torture chamber. It was very small.
[She stops and blinks and then looks up, and laughs reaching up to tap him on the head with a little smirk. ]
I never thought about that. I plodded along and around those staircases without a thought when I was younger.
[another laugh, this one more hearty.]
The torture chamber had me thinking that they were very British, and would always be British. They never held a candle to Russia. They still weep thinking of our prisons, and aren't even tortured in the ways of old. Well.. mostly.
I never thought about that. I plodded along and around those staircases without a thought when I was younger.
[another laugh, this one more hearty.]
The torture chamber had me thinking that they were very British, and would always be British. They never held a candle to Russia. They still weep thinking of our prisons, and aren't even tortured in the ways of old. Well.. mostly.
[When she tries to tap him on the head he bends down so she is able, smirking at how much smaller she is than him.]
Yes well, the short don't often think about the needs of the tall.
[He's teasing of course, he knows she's regular height. He's just abnormally tall.]
There are very few who can match the Russians in their torture, maybe it's the cold weather that makes them more creative....
Yes well, the short don't often think about the needs of the tall.
[He's teasing of course, he knows she's regular height. He's just abnormally tall.]
There are very few who can match the Russians in their torture, maybe it's the cold weather that makes them more creative....
I'll start thinking about you more often. I imagine. I had no need when I was in my teens and by myself.
[she smirks slightly, and licks over her lips unable to imagine not thinking about him on a regular basis now that she's met him, and that he's been a presence in her life.
There's a shake to her head and a little flinch of her shoulder as her mind flashes back to a memory somewhere and then back again.]
Our weather is only part of what makes us strong, but I'm not sure what can make us so bitter at times. What turns a heart into something so cold and mechanical. Maybe it's because someone long ago started training young minds to enjoy such things, and we only got more creative from there. The human mind has a capacity for wonderful things, and terrible dark things as well. Creativity in both areas flourish everywhere.
[she smirks slightly, and licks over her lips unable to imagine not thinking about him on a regular basis now that she's met him, and that he's been a presence in her life.
There's a shake to her head and a little flinch of her shoulder as her mind flashes back to a memory somewhere and then back again.]
Our weather is only part of what makes us strong, but I'm not sure what can make us so bitter at times. What turns a heart into something so cold and mechanical. Maybe it's because someone long ago started training young minds to enjoy such things, and we only got more creative from there. The human mind has a capacity for wonderful things, and terrible dark things as well. Creativity in both areas flourish everywhere.
Clint knows that they've both had sex with plenty of other people in their lives. Nat does it often for jobs, and Clint well... he's just a bit of a slut in all honesty. He's never been one to turn down sex from a beautiful person, and he doesn't think that will change anytime soon. They work so well together because they understand each other. They might be getting intimate now, but in a week or so, they might move on. The week after that she may end up in his bed again. Clint never says no, and he doesn't think he's going to start any time soon.
"Yeah?" he says, "is it because of my big dick, or because I want to get you off as many times as possible?" he teases. "Two isn't even close to our record."
He claims her lips in another kiss then, licking into her mouth and moving so that she was on top. "It's gonna be a minute before I can get it up again, babe. But you can ride my face, if you want."
"Yeah?" he says, "is it because of my big dick, or because I want to get you off as many times as possible?" he teases. "Two isn't even close to our record."
He claims her lips in another kiss then, licking into her mouth and moving so that she was on top. "It's gonna be a minute before I can get it up again, babe. But you can ride my face, if you want."
There's a lot of things that Nat does for jobs, some she can change and others she's got to stick with. Sex with others is a thing she goes with the flow on because it brings in bigger bucks. After all, sex has always been the oldest profession on the books and when mixed with espionage it pays out really well. There's no better way to get a man talking than through his dick. Though, if someone could do it, it was Nat.
Knowing that Clint is the whore that he is, she's never minded the way they've worked. She's pretty straight, and he's a rainbow of fruity flavors and she adores that about him. He's a god in the bedroom and the best friend friend outside it. Though sometimes, she wish that she might stick occasionally to one place, and still thinks about it from time to time. Feeling his hands on her makes her shiver with sensitivity.
"Your cock is great, and so is your mouth. Don't make me pick. Cause I'm gonna want to sing about them both, and let you fuck me with both." She moves up his body and kneels so that she's hovering over his mouth, hands on the back of the bed. This never failed to get her off several times, because of the way she could move and the way he could hold her as she did.
"I'm all yours baby..."
Knowing that Clint is the whore that he is, she's never minded the way they've worked. She's pretty straight, and he's a rainbow of fruity flavors and she adores that about him. He's a god in the bedroom and the best friend friend outside it. Though sometimes, she wish that she might stick occasionally to one place, and still thinks about it from time to time. Feeling his hands on her makes her shiver with sensitivity.
"Your cock is great, and so is your mouth. Don't make me pick. Cause I'm gonna want to sing about them both, and let you fuck me with both." She moves up his body and kneels so that she's hovering over his mouth, hands on the back of the bed. This never failed to get her off several times, because of the way she could move and the way he could hold her as she did.
"I'm all yours baby..."
"You don't have to pick, babe," Clint assures her as she moves up his body. "You know I'll give you whatever you want." He needs a bit more time before his dick will get hard again, but he's more than willing to fuck her again once he can. He brings his hand up and runs his fingers over her hips and ass, getting a handful and pulling her down onto his mouth.
His come is leaking out of her and Clint draws his tongue over her folds, taking in their mingled flavour. He sucks her clit into his mouth, guides her hips so that she's riding him, grinding down against him.
His come is leaking out of her and Clint draws his tongue over her folds, taking in their mingled flavour. He sucks her clit into his mouth, guides her hips so that she's riding him, grinding down against him.
"Oh, I know I didn't have to pick between the two. You merely asked if it was because of your dick or because you could get me off, and I saying I would never pick. Cause you turn me into a slut just for you every single time I see you. I'm always yours and only yours when we are together, and I love it." Natasha would never talk dirty for anyone but Clint. He was the only one that she'd tear her mouth up for, and love every second of it.
It felt good to let go and not always have to be completely in charge of every single thing, to say that she'd be a slut for someone, and only that person-- doing whatever they wanted and she knew that he loved it when she sat on his face. It may bring her to orgasm, but the noises he made as he gripped her hips and yanked her forward turned her on every bit as much as his tongue and mouth sucking against her clit.
"Fuck, baby. I'm so damn sensitive. You're going to make me crazy like this." She knows she's already super-sensitive, but Clint knows exactly the right amount of pressure, and when to let up to let her breathe, and then when to dive back in again to pull her right back up to heaving again. Nat rolls her hips down against his mouth, and moans loudly, running her hands over her breasts to pull and pluck at her nipples.
It felt good to let go and not always have to be completely in charge of every single thing, to say that she'd be a slut for someone, and only that person-- doing whatever they wanted and she knew that he loved it when she sat on his face. It may bring her to orgasm, but the noises he made as he gripped her hips and yanked her forward turned her on every bit as much as his tongue and mouth sucking against her clit.
"Fuck, baby. I'm so damn sensitive. You're going to make me crazy like this." She knows she's already super-sensitive, but Clint knows exactly the right amount of pressure, and when to let up to let her breathe, and then when to dive back in again to pull her right back up to heaving again. Nat rolls her hips down against his mouth, and moans loudly, running her hands over her breasts to pull and pluck at her nipples.
ooc: sorry for lack of tags, I was exhausted from doing a photoshoot on the weekend XP
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captain_bitterness
2023-08-08 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[Nate's eyes flicker down to her mouth when she licks over them, knowing she'll catch it but still unable to help himself from looking. She has beautiful lips and he's already thinking about kissing them again.]
I'm flattered to be in your thoughts.
[He catches the flinch and the way it snuffs out any of the playful sexual tension that was building between them again.]
I doubt very much that your heart has turned cold and mechanical, you seem to have far too much thirst and passion for life and knowledge.
I'm flattered to be in your thoughts.
[He catches the flinch and the way it snuffs out any of the playful sexual tension that was building between them again.]
I doubt very much that your heart has turned cold and mechanical, you seem to have far too much thirst and passion for life and knowledge.
You're fine. I get being exhausted. Sleep and life are always first. <3 We're not going anywhere.
blackhourglass
2023-08-09 11:00 am (UTC)(link)
[In all truth, Nat hasn't stopped thinking about kissing Nate. She's done her best to suppress the feeling while they're in the museum for now, but she keeps seeing little tiny alcoves that would be wonderful for a little bit of kissing and letting out the tension that's been slowly building between them.
His glance doesn't go without notice, and even as she speaks of other things, she can feel the heat from his gaze linger. Her light dims, but it doesn't disappear. If she lost all her desire every time she spoke of things in her past, she'd never move beyond anything.]
There are times...
[Turning into him, she runs her hand along his arm and down to his hand.]
Times when there's no choice but to be cold and calculating. If you let the job in too deep, then it takes over. When I've used my body for a tell, or to get information I can't let anything in. It's mechanical. I may have passion, but I suppress it all the time. It's here and now. It's at the surface right this second, but I can flip a switch...
[she shrugs, and bites the corner of her lip taking a deep breath. Speaking so honestly isn't natural, or normal. It's odd how easy it comes when she's with Nate, and how she feels like she could slide into his arms and have conversations like this for days.]
His glance doesn't go without notice, and even as she speaks of other things, she can feel the heat from his gaze linger. Her light dims, but it doesn't disappear. If she lost all her desire every time she spoke of things in her past, she'd never move beyond anything.]
There are times...
[Turning into him, she runs her hand along his arm and down to his hand.]
Times when there's no choice but to be cold and calculating. If you let the job in too deep, then it takes over. When I've used my body for a tell, or to get information I can't let anything in. It's mechanical. I may have passion, but I suppress it all the time. It's here and now. It's at the surface right this second, but I can flip a switch...
[she shrugs, and bites the corner of her lip taking a deep breath. Speaking so honestly isn't natural, or normal. It's odd how easy it comes when she's with Nate, and how she feels like she could slide into his arms and have conversations like this for days.]
I understand.
[Is all he says because he really does, they're both trained killers and at a certain point you learn how to switch everything off in order to get the job done. The charming man she sees before her is a much different person on the job, he's cold, emotionless and hyper focused on his task.]
And I'm grateful that you've allowed me to see your real passion.
[Is all he says because he really does, they're both trained killers and at a certain point you learn how to switch everything off in order to get the job done. The charming man she sees before her is a much different person on the job, he's cold, emotionless and hyper focused on his task.]
And I'm grateful that you've allowed me to see your real passion.
I know you do, and that's why I feel like I can trust you... I think, or at least one reason.
[glancing up, she watches his eyes and imagines them going dead. He'd be cold and calculating indeed. She can sense it in him, that danger, the deadliness. She knew it was there all along and it drew her in. She felt it and instead of flinching away, it drew her like a moth to a flame.
Now she reaches up to the back of his neck and tips his head down to face her. ]
Thank you for letting me see yours as well. There's nothing simple about either of us, and yet...
[pushing up on her toes, Natasha offers him more than a breath of a kiss this time. This time she gives herself over to the kiss, the exchange, the feeling, the passion that he incites within her and the need to give in to that which had been building between them this entire date. Maybe she should have waited until they were outside, but it doesn't matter now that her lips are open to his, giving him far more than a small taste of who she is.]
[glancing up, she watches his eyes and imagines them going dead. He'd be cold and calculating indeed. She can sense it in him, that danger, the deadliness. She knew it was there all along and it drew her in. She felt it and instead of flinching away, it drew her like a moth to a flame.
Now she reaches up to the back of his neck and tips his head down to face her. ]
Thank you for letting me see yours as well. There's nothing simple about either of us, and yet...
[pushing up on her toes, Natasha offers him more than a breath of a kiss this time. This time she gives herself over to the kiss, the exchange, the feeling, the passion that he incites within her and the need to give in to that which had been building between them this entire date. Maybe she should have waited until they were outside, but it doesn't matter now that her lips are open to his, giving him far more than a small taste of who she is.]
[He leans downs to meet her lips, his arm sliding around her slim waist in an effort to pull her closer as he kisses her back. He doesn't care that they aren't outside or at the end of their date, it's obvious that they both don't feel connections like this very often and he wants to honor that.
He kisses her tenderly but deeply, opening his mouth a little to sweep his tongue into her mouth so he can taste her.]
He kisses her tenderly but deeply, opening his mouth a little to sweep his tongue into her mouth so he can taste her.]
[The tenderness is sweet and fills her with a haunting desire to take all of this much further than anything they can finish in a museum. It's probably best they started it in the middle of a display of gemstones. This way when her tongue meets his and slides against it in exploration with a deep sigh, she doesn't press her hand beneath his shirt or take any other liberties that she might normally.
The kiss remains a kiss, but it certainly stirs all sorts of things inside Natasha that she'd held long dormant. His taste reminds her of something exotic and certainly a thing she wants to continue tasting far more times than once. ]
The kiss remains a kiss, but it certainly stirs all sorts of things inside Natasha that she'd held long dormant. His taste reminds her of something exotic and certainly a thing she wants to continue tasting far more times than once. ]
[The kiss stirs a lot of things in Nate as well, feelings and desires he hasn't felt in years and despite the two of them getting a few curious glances from other museum he doesn't pull back just yet. In fact he deepens the kiss, coiling his tongue against hers as he pulls her even more flush against his body.
Eventually though he has to break the kiss to take a breath and when he does he nuzzles the tip of her nose with his.]
Eventually though he has to break the kiss to take a breath and when he does he nuzzles the tip of her nose with his.]
[With her body pulled in so close, she can feel the beat of his heart against hers and that's not something she's allowed herself to share in ages. That feeling, the closeness and intimacy. When the kiss breaks she sighs against his lips in contentment, licking over his lips slightly playfully with a smile.]
That was everything I hoped it would be and so much more. Wow.
That was everything I hoped it would be and so much more. Wow.
[He doesn't move away, frankly it feels like he doesn't ever want to, and chuckles. The sound no doubt reverberating in his chest and thus hers.]
I could say the same thing.
Wow indeed.
I could say the same thing.
Wow indeed.
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