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[With her fingers at his hemline, she drags them to a wall so that they don't immediately have to move, but so that other museum goers don't have to move in circles around them like a display. They are still very much in public, and that doesn't bother her a bit.
Nothing bothers her as she tightens him against her again and drags her fingers up into his hair, bringing her mouth back to his. This time it's little tiny kisses of soft intention, sharing and tasting-- all bringing up her heartrate.]
Mmm, this is the best date I've ever been on. You are so magnificent.
Nothing bothers her as she tightens him against her again and drags her fingers up into his hair, bringing her mouth back to his. This time it's little tiny kisses of soft intention, sharing and tasting-- all bringing up her heartrate.]
Mmm, this is the best date I've ever been on. You are so magnificent.
[He moves smoothly with her over to the wall, pressing his body against hers in a comfortable easy way instead of anything domineering. Tilting his head down to match all the small kisses she gives him.]
As are you. It's not often I meet a woman who is intelligent, stunningly beautiful and open to making out in museums.
As are you. It's not often I meet a woman who is intelligent, stunningly beautiful and open to making out in museums.
[She gives a little shrug, and combs her finger over the side of his face, as if they had all the time in the world right here.]
Are we in a museum. Funny, I didn't even remember. All I recall is kissing this wonderful man. The rest is really blurry.
Are we in a museum. Funny, I didn't even remember. All I recall is kissing this wonderful man. The rest is really blurry.
[He chuckles and leans into the feeling of her hand against his cheek.]
You're lucky we aren't still in the Egyptian wing or I'd be very tempted to say to hell with the mummy's curse and crawl into a sarcophagus with you so we could get more horizontal.
You're lucky we aren't still in the Egyptian wing or I'd be very tempted to say to hell with the mummy's curse and crawl into a sarcophagus with you so we could get more horizontal.
That might cause a beautiful scandal. I'd be down for it.
[she has to laugh at the thought of it, letting the light feeling she has run over her skin and turn it into a small giggle that crinkles her nose. Her hand moves forward, and she thumbs in a whisper soft motion across his lips while she gazes up at him with quiet adoration.]
[she has to laugh at the thought of it, letting the light feeling she has run over her skin and turn it into a small giggle that crinkles her nose. Her hand moves forward, and she thumbs in a whisper soft motion across his lips while she gazes up at him with quiet adoration.]
Mmn. I can just picture the headlines now, 'Avenger's Black Widow caught having Sexy Sarcophagus Fun with Mystery Man.'
[more laughter on her part, which is dampened by the fact that she leans into him and covers her face with his chest, a comfortable place now. Leaning back, she eventually looks up.]
I love the thought that you're my mystery man. So scandalous and enigmatic. What do you say we get out of here and do something like play in the gardens, go to a pub, ride a train, I don't know anything you want to do. We're in London. I'm sure we could find a little bit more time together if you want.
I love the thought that you're my mystery man. So scandalous and enigmatic. What do you say we get out of here and do something like play in the gardens, go to a pub, ride a train, I don't know anything you want to do. We're in London. I'm sure we could find a little bit more time together if you want.
[The temptation to stay out all night with her is there but Nate knows better than to rush things and he smiles, leaning down to kiss her cheek softly.]
How about we get a drink together at the museum court restaurant?
How about we get a drink together at the museum court restaurant?
[Once more she places her hand in his and with a deep breath, she relinquishes the closeness between them for the space needed to walk.]
Sounds perfect, and this time I'll let you lead the way.
Sounds perfect, and this time I'll let you lead the way.
[He gives her hand a gentle squeeze once he's holding it and leads them towards the museum's restaurant, when they arrive he asks the host to place them far away from everyone else and slips him some cash to ensure it.
They are seated in a corner, a good distance from any of the other patrons and the waiter arrives promptly with a drinks menu.]
Ladies first.
[Nate says and motions for her to order first.]
They are seated in a corner, a good distance from any of the other patrons and the waiter arrives promptly with a drinks menu.]
Ladies first.
[Nate says and motions for her to order first.]
[Noticing the slight transaction, Nat smiles and tips a glance of appreciation up at Nate. She's so glad for his company, and for everything else that has transpired here today. It's like someone slipped inside and offered little tiny steps towards things she never thought she deserved at any stage in her life.
Even a day like this, if nothing ever came of it was more than enough. Glancing over the menu she nodded.]
I'll have a glass of the Marlborough Sauvignon Blanc.
Even a day like this, if nothing ever came of it was more than enough. Glancing over the menu she nodded.]
I'll have a glass of the Marlborough Sauvignon Blanc.
I'll have a glass of the Angel's Envy whiskey, on the rocks.
[He tells the waiter who nods and then disappears, Nate then turns to Natasha and gives her a wry smile.]
An 'old man drink' for an old man.
[He tells the waiter who nods and then disappears, Nate then turns to Natasha and gives her a wry smile.]
An 'old man drink' for an old man.
[she laughs, and shakes her head. ]
If that's what old men drink, then you're going to have to get me a bald cap and a new liquor cabinet. I happen to have a few nice whiskies in my collection. I love my wine, but that doesn't mean I don't step out. I know how to drink when I need to.
[She tosses him a little wink, because she's sure that he can believe that much of her given her heritage.]
If that's what old men drink, then you're going to have to get me a bald cap and a new liquor cabinet. I happen to have a few nice whiskies in my collection. I love my wine, but that doesn't mean I don't step out. I know how to drink when I need to.
[She tosses him a little wink, because she's sure that he can believe that much of her given her heritage.]
[He laughs.]
I'm sure you can out drink 95% of the people you meet although you'd have a hard time besting me considering my genetics.
I'm sure you can out drink 95% of the people you meet although you'd have a hard time besting me considering my genetics.
Did they alter your basic metabolism too, or are you talking about you being Korean.
[She can't help but wonder a little. She knows plenty of people who have been altered with and without their permission. There are a few things about her that have been altered as well, but not enough for most people to notice. She's a little harder to kill than most, and has faster reflexes. It's not something she ever actually mentions to many.
Most take her as completely human, because that's as she appears to be and is.. mostly. ]
[She can't help but wonder a little. She knows plenty of people who have been altered with and without their permission. There are a few things about her that have been altered as well, but not enough for most people to notice. She's a little harder to kill than most, and has faster reflexes. It's not something she ever actually mentions to many.
Most take her as completely human, because that's as she appears to be and is.. mostly. ]
[He chuckles again and waits for the server to bring them their drinks before giving his reply.]
For once they, as in the government, didn't do anything. It's a side effect of my powers, having super strength and super density means that I have to drink copious amounts of alcohol to feel anything. It also means I eat a lot.
For once they, as in the government, didn't do anything. It's a side effect of my powers, having super strength and super density means that I have to drink copious amounts of alcohol to feel anything. It also means I eat a lot.
You can kick me under the table if I'm being too nosy. I know that most people don't know about my basic genetic alterations, but I never started with powers. I'm pretty boring.
[She takes her drink and swirls it around to release the aroma, and then sips it enjoying the flavor and nods for the gentleman to pour the rest of the glass. It's a local blend and it's not too bad for being such. It's got a citrus taste to it, a bit of a tang that it leaves on the palate and Natasha has always enjoyed a bit of citrus. ]
[She takes her drink and swirls it around to release the aroma, and then sips it enjoying the flavor and nods for the gentleman to pour the rest of the glass. It's a local blend and it's not too bad for being such. It's got a citrus taste to it, a bit of a tang that it leaves on the palate and Natasha has always enjoyed a bit of citrus. ]
You're hardly being nosy, just curious. Which is something I am at times so I don't mind the questions.
[He says and has a sip of his drink.]
For most my life I assumed I was human as well, there was no indication that I had the gen-factor. The government knew before I did and decided to, pardon the bad joke, give me a hand in making my powers manifest.
[He says and has a sip of his drink.]
For most my life I assumed I was human as well, there was no indication that I had the gen-factor. The government knew before I did and decided to, pardon the bad joke, give me a hand in making my powers manifest.
I do love this country, but I don't understand its government very much.
[There's a heavy sigh, where she reaches over and holds a hand out palm up. She misses his touch already. It's been a lovely day, one she's going to keep tight in her memories now that she gets to keep them. They've been stolen off and on so many times. ]
Not that governments were made for the people. They were made for idiots who like to think position makes them powerful, but you and I both know that's not true at all.
[There's a heavy sigh, where she reaches over and holds a hand out palm up. She misses his touch already. It's been a lovely day, one she's going to keep tight in her memories now that she gets to keep them. They've been stolen off and on so many times. ]
Not that governments were made for the people. They were made for idiots who like to think position makes them powerful, but you and I both know that's not true at all.
Clint can't exactly respond with his mouth otherwise occupied, so he tries his best to convey how he feels with his mouth alone. Nat is so wet for him. He feels like he should be impressed at that, but instead, he just keeps moving his mouth. He's determined to get her off as many times as she needs him to, and if she wants his fingers after he uses his mouth, she's got them.
Clint fucks his tongue into Natasha, over and over again. He brings his hand up so that he can thumb her clit now. He wants her to move, wants her to use him to get herself off. Clint doesn't mind being a means to an end, in fact, he relishes it.
Clint fucks his tongue into Natasha, over and over again. He brings his hand up so that he can thumb her clit now. He wants her to move, wants her to use him to get herself off. Clint doesn't mind being a means to an end, in fact, he relishes it.
When it comes to knowing how to please a woman, Clint is a damn expert. There's literally no one that Natasha knows who is so very willing to do so much to get her off as often as she needs or wants when they have sex. He may not be able to say a word with his mouth tied up in her pussy, but she can feel the way he moves it and the vibrations from his enjoyment.
Grinding down against his face, Nat rolls her hips so that he can suck at her clit and pull the orgasm from her. She's literally right on the edge with his tongue fucking her. She begins to breathe heavy, little tiny moans dripping quicker and quicker from her lips, and then suddenly his thumb rubs against her and she's gone again.
"Jesus, Clint. Oh fuck, I'm coming, fuck, fuck, fuck. oh. oh. oh. yeaaaah....baby." The words are loud and some slurred through the pleasure, she presses down hard to keep the orgasm going for as long as possible, extending the life of the clitoral orgasm for at least a minute before she drops back off his face and lays back against him to catch her breath. "Dear Saints alive, that was so fucking good, you are so good at that." She pants, feeling boneless from how hard she came.
Grinding down against his face, Nat rolls her hips so that he can suck at her clit and pull the orgasm from her. She's literally right on the edge with his tongue fucking her. She begins to breathe heavy, little tiny moans dripping quicker and quicker from her lips, and then suddenly his thumb rubs against her and she's gone again.
"Jesus, Clint. Oh fuck, I'm coming, fuck, fuck, fuck. oh. oh. oh. yeaaaah....baby." The words are loud and some slurred through the pleasure, she presses down hard to keep the orgasm going for as long as possible, extending the life of the clitoral orgasm for at least a minute before she drops back off his face and lays back against him to catch her breath. "Dear Saints alive, that was so fucking good, you are so good at that." She pants, feeling boneless from how hard she came.
Clint lets Natasha ride out her orgasm against his mouth. She's always so responsive when she's with him, so he knows without a doubt that she's enjoying herself. He holds her there, against his face so that she can keep coming as long as possible, using his tongue to pleasure her at the same time. Finally, she moves off of him, and he gathers her up into his arms. "Feel good?" he asks with a chuckle. It's pretty clear that she does.
Clint leans over her and presses his lips to hers, fitting a hand around her hip. He lets her set the pace of the kiss, because it will determine if she wants more, or if they're done for now. This is the one case where he can't predict what he wants, and it will dictate whether or not they're in for a night of marathon sex, or if they're getting some dinner.
Clint leans over her and presses his lips to hers, fitting a hand around her hip. He lets her set the pace of the kiss, because it will determine if she wants more, or if they're done for now. This is the one case where he can't predict what he wants, and it will dictate whether or not they're in for a night of marathon sex, or if they're getting some dinner.
[When she offers her hand he extends his and laces his fingers through hers, giving them a little squeeze to indicate his appreciation at her support and understanding.]
I'm happy to have found someone who mistrusts the government as much as I do, but we're dipping into morose topics and I'd rather not end our date with such things.
So please, let us backtrack a bit about our discussion on age.
If you don't mind me ask, how old are you Miss Romanoff?
I'm happy to have found someone who mistrusts the government as much as I do, but we're dipping into morose topics and I'd rather not end our date with such things.
So please, let us backtrack a bit about our discussion on age.
If you don't mind me ask, how old are you Miss Romanoff?
[it's mostly said because of the revelation of his powers at the government's hands, but she knows ills because of it as well. Luckily, she's had her time and space to turncoat now and then and has used SHIELD even to over power the governments ideals. His fingers within the spaces of hers feel warm and comforting. She smiles softly.]
Speaking of, I'd like to thank you for a wonderful date. I have really enjoyed it. It's been a long time since I've had this much fun, and have been able to really relax into any experience this much. You're something special, Nate. Oh, me? I'm an ancient thirty-two years old. You?
Speaking of, I'd like to thank you for a wonderful date. I have really enjoyed it. It's been a long time since I've had this much fun, and have been able to really relax into any experience this much. You're something special, Nate. Oh, me? I'm an ancient thirty-two years old. You?
It takes a few more seconds to orient herself, even when he rolls around on top of her. His weight is so perfect. There's nothing better than feeling him laying there against her like this. She leans into the kiss and happily deepens it, tasting herself on his tongue that sweet musky flavor. Her legs draw him in tight and close, trying to feel what he desires.
It's not only her pleasure she seeks, it's his. Natasha wants Clint to be more than satisfied with their night. "I feel fantastic, what about you. What are you feeling, babe?" She rolls her hips against him and slides her hand along his chest, flicking her finger tip over his nipple. She pulls and tugs at it gently, testing to see if he's sensitive or feeling done for the evening. She can always go for him, but she would never push.
It's not only her pleasure she seeks, it's his. Natasha wants Clint to be more than satisfied with their night. "I feel fantastic, what about you. What are you feeling, babe?" She rolls her hips against him and slides her hand along his chest, flicking her finger tip over his nipple. She pulls and tugs at it gently, testing to see if he's sensitive or feeling done for the evening. She can always go for him, but she would never push.
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