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Clint grins at Nat when she opens the door, holding up the two bottles of wine that he'd brought over. "I doubt that he'll even miss them," he replies. "He had so many different ones in there." Clint is not a wine connoisseur, so he just assumes that all wine is essentially the same. He's never noticed a difference between $5 wine for the bodega down the street and whatever Tony gives them.

He follows Natasha into the apartment and goes directly to the kitchen to pull out the cork screw. He uncorks both bottles both because he's sure they'll drink them and because they need to breathe or something. Clint doesn't know what that means, but it's fine. He's just doing what Tony always says to do.

After a few seconds, he's determined that the first bottle has breathed enough, so he pours them each a glass. "So did that guy from the bar ever message you back? And if he didn't, are you sure he's not dead?"

Over the years Natasha has learned a bit or two about various alcoholic beverages. It's all a part of her gig. She has to know a lot about a lot. There's a literal filing cabinet in her head. Tony Stark did wine well, but she wouldn't have minded sharing a few brews with Clint either. It was only an excuse and she knew it. She needed to see him, to be with him again. It was time.

"That man has a wine cellar that puts most major stadiums to shame." She laughed. Maybe it was smaller than that, but she'd been through a few floors of one of them. That was only the one he happened to have at his house. She didn't bother to mention the fact that he owned a few wineries in general.

Moving closer to Clint she comes up behind him and settles her chin on his shoulder. She likes that he's the right height to rest it there. Inhaling his scent settles any nerves she had about being here again, doing this again. One hand slips around his waist and she noses against his back. "No, he didn't call, and I'll let him live one more day. I've got you here now and more important things on my mind."

Leaning back against Natasha, he just shrugs. Men are trash, and they both know it. At least she knows that he'll always be there for her. "Well, fuck him I guess," he says, "but I'm not gonna complain because it's worked out pretty well for me."

He turns in her arms to face her and cups her cheek with his hand. "Forget him." They both know where this is heading, so he leans in and presses their mouths together. Natasha needs someone to scratch an itch, and Clint is more than willing to be used for that purpose. She's his best friend, and he's more than happy to giver her anything she needs.

Every time they fall back together like this it's two-fold. There's a part of Natasha's brain that knows she'll never forget what it is to be in his arms, and then another part that wonders how she could ever forget what this was like and why she waited so long to come back to it. It's more than an itch and she knows it. Clint could never be an itch. Maybe what they are doing fills a need, but it's still more than that because of who they are to one another.

Sighing against his mouth, Nat surrenders easily and leans against him, pressing tight against Clint's body when he takes her lips. She opens readily and lets her mouth be explored by someone who knows her every flavor, and the way she moves when she kisses. Never passive, she takes as she's taken and slips her hand up under Clint's shirt, enjoying the play of muscles along his back.

When they pull apart to breathe, she smiles and keeps her lips close to his. Playfully flicking her tongue across his full bottom lip, she laughs softly. "Fuck him, I think I've got a much better partner for the night. Jesus, Clint. You always been this good at kissing?" She drags blunt nails lightly along his back, still teasing.

It's easy for Clint to fall back into this. He and Natasha had known each other a long time, and they've always had this simmering between them. Of course they've fallen into bed plenty of times too, but the ease that they have with each other is unparalleled. Clint knows that Natasha has her reasons as to why she doesn't want to make this a permanent thing, and he's got his too. Sex doesn't have to come with those complications, especially not between them.

He kisses her until they're both breathless, and then pulls back, grinning. "I've definitely always been this good at kissing."

It may not be the whole truth, but Clint isn't exactly chaste when the two of them aren't sleeping together. He's had plenty of experience kissing, and more, and Natasha knows it.

"Now, are you gonna take this off, or am I?" he asks, tugging at the bottom of her cropped shirt.

"You're always so modest too." She teases, nipping at his lower lip. She can't keep her mouth to herself and so it follows the trail from his lips along his chin to his neck so that she can suck little imprints that will last the night down to his collar.

Glancing at the edges of her top, she looks at his hands and then back. She uses the ones that had been splayed beneath his shirt to grip and pull the cloth that had been covering the taught mess of worked abs over his head and throws it on the bed and then smirks lifting her arms. "Your turn." Knowing that she was coming over there's a lovely little slip of green that attaches around the back and matches what she's wearing below.

She doesn't bother to ask and reaches around and unhooks it and lets it fall by the wayside, offering him a full view. Standing there like this in front of him alone has her body heating, and things clenching tight in her abdomen and lower. Fuck if he doesn't flat up do it for her every time. It gets harder and harder not to be turned on it feels like. She'd never admit it though.

It's not the first time that Natasha has smeared her lipstick all over his skin and he hopes that it won't be the last. He tilts his head so that she has more access to his neck and keeps undressing her as she does it. He tugs her shirt up after she gets rid of his and tosses it aside. He feels a bit bad; it's probably expensive, but right now it has no business being on her body.

Natasha does him a favour by taking her bra off and he immediately has to get his hands on her perfect perky tits. Cupping them both, Clint grins when he looks down. "Nice to see that these haven't changed."

Unfortunately Natasha still has clothes on, and they're not in the bed yet, so he needs to fix all of that. "Okay. Okay. What do you want?" he asks her as he slips her pants down over her hips.

It doesn't take long for the lipstick to be a thing of the past, mostly a blush across his mouth and a spot that matches the pink she left behind on his neck. There's a blotch that might be a little more purple on his collar, but it will be hidden by any shirt he wears. Natasha's no amateur when it comes to leaving marks on people.

Her clothes are the last thing on her mind. She wore things she knew were going to be tossed on the floor, but she also wore them just for Clint. There was a mix of expensive and informal that covered her body. Maybe she'd spent more money on the underclothes than the outer-- even if they stayed on a reasonably less amount of time. There's laughter in her voice as she glances at her breasts. "What did you expect them to suddenly grow overnight?"

Her fingers are already on his button and zipper, slowly undoing both of them. "I want you, I thought that was obvious." She knows that he wants details, but being obtuse on purpose is always fun. Reaching into his pants, she finds him already hard and waiting. She raises her brows. "Seems this hasn't changed either." She swipes her thumb over the head of his cock and wipes off a little bit of precome, which she brings up to her lips to lick off. "Always my Clint." She hums over his bitter salt, remembering the scores of times she's tasted him.

"Why would I expect such perfect things to change at all," Clint responds. He dips his head down to kiss the top of each of her breasts before leaning in closer to kiss over he neck. "I know you want me, but I offer many different options as to how you get to get off tonight," he teases, backing her toward the bed. He sucks in a breath when she gets her hand on his dick, pauses what his mouth is doing for a moment.

Dropping his forehead to her shoulder, he adds, "so what will it be? Face riding? Fingers? Doggy style, or maybe a little bit of cowgirl action?" he asks, grinning at her. "Or we can try for all of the above, if you're feeling spicy."

There have been plenty times when he and Natasha have gone for the full marathon of getting off, but sometimes she wants it fast and brief. Clint is good either way, he;s just lucky that he gets to spend time with someone like Natasha in the first place.

This time, even though it's an itch Nat feels like taking her time. It's been a while and she doesn't want to give up her time with Clint so easily tonight. He feels good under her fingertips and even better against her body. Taking a few seconds to shuffle off his pants, she turns and places a soft kiss to the side of his face. Slipping her hand up to run through his hair.

She smiles and then moves back up on the bed and continues to push his head down her stomach. "I think we start here, and you can move lower and you can use your fingers while you eat me out. Then you can come up and fuck me for a little bit and we can try out a few different positions, as you're feeling frisky. I'm up for as much as you are tonight."

Funny how Nat feels equally as lucky in getting to spend time with Clint. They come together and apart every so often, it's always strange how they work well, but never seem to stick for good, always opting instead to make sure the other has their freedom.

Clint presses a soft kiss against her stomach, totally on board with the plans for the night. "I doubt I can keep up with you," he murmurs as he travels downward. "But I can definitely get you off as many times as you want me to." He's not as young as he used to be, and now he's usually limited to one, maybe two if he's lucky, orgasms a night. The reason he's such a good lover is that he's more than willing to wait for his own pleasure, instead focusing on his partner at the time.

Licking over her abs, Clint starts to trail his mouth downward. He tickles his calloused fingers across her smooth skin, inching them up her thigh. "Now, do you want to lie back and enjoy yourself, or would you rather be on top for this?" He doesn't wait for her answer, just dips his head down for a taste, drawing his tongue over Natash's clit.

"You really do need to be scratched," he teases. "Already getting wet for me."

It's true that they aren't nearly as young as they used to be, but that's never stopped her from seeing him as less than anything other than as hot as he's ever been. Watching his body move above hers is all that it takes to make her wet for him. Hell, helping him get naked was all that it took. She was already aching with the thought of him before they saw one another.

Clint has always been a very generous lover and Nat doubts that she'd ever find anyone as good as him anywhere. Not only is he good with women, he knows her body and has for a while. It makes a difference when a man knows where to touch, and exactly which spot to kiss to make her body arch off the surface of the bed.

The second his tongue hits her clit, she moans loudly and reaches back to grab at the sheet with one hand and digs the other deep in his hair.

"Oh fuck. Clint." Shit. He knows that too, the way she likes to be licked, the pressure, the motion. How hard, how gentle... He gets her, and she brings her legs up to dig into his sides as he navigates between her legs. "You know I'm always wet for you, baby. You can scratch me however you want, and it's gonna purr..." She inhales deeply as he finds more of her, and shakes her head against the pillow. "You already more than keep up with me by the way. I don't know why you ever worry."

It seems like Nat wants it this way, so Clint is eager to comply. He flattens his tongue and draws it up over her sweet, wet folds. One of his hands comes up to splay over her thigh, and he dives right in, sucking, licking, and teasing her entrance with his fingers. "Tastes so sweet," he murmurs right as he finally presses his fingers inside. He knows that he can go fast, get her off in record time because he knows just what she likes.

But that's not what she wants.

So he curls his fingers lightly and licks her clit, nudges it with his nose when he dips his mouth further down. He works Natasha up over and over again before he pulls off a little, letting her cool down just enough to get her going again. Finally, when he thinks she's had enough, he goes to work properly, working her up so that he can get her off.

Honestly, she'd have taken it any way it was given to her, but this was by far the easiest and quickest route to her pleasure. Naturally, she's every bit as dominant in bed as her partner but she's letting go completely right now so that Clint has every advantage over her. It's one more way she shows her trust in him. With her fingers deeply embedded in his hair she rocks against his hand.

When he taps that spot inside that works her over, she begins to pant and whine, taking one hand to bite the back of to keep herself from the building scream. Then Clint hits her clit again and she knows that there's no coming back. He's got her exactly where he wants her. She's right on that edge, a pant and his name settled on her lips when suddenly he pulls back.

"Clint, fuck, baby. Oh god. Fuck, oh fuck." She tries to breathe, but it seems like everything is broken. Her lungs refuse to pull back needed oxygen, and her heart stutters in its cavity. Then there he is again, and she's screaming. There's no warning before he tips her right over that edge. Her entire body contracts, and arches off of the bed. Nat's toes curl against Clint's back and one set of nails yanks at his hair pushing him down against her. "Shit, yes, suck it. Please. suck, yeah, yea, oh yea..." Her tone is a high pitched whine as she begs him to keep her orgasm going for as long as he can. Seconds dissolve into several minutes before she drops against the sheets. "Jesus, fuck, Clint. That was brilliant. Come up here to kiss me, let me taste you."

Natasha always lets go when they're in bed together, which is something that Clint really appreciates. He knows she's done a lot of honey pot missions in the past, and that sex was part of her job, but with him she really seems like she enjoys it. She could be faking, for all he knows, but he really doesn't think that she is.

Clint doesn't let up when he feels Natasha contract around his fingers. He keeps going, lets her ride that wave until she can't any longer. It's only then that withdraws his fingers, brings them up to his mouth for a taste. "I love it when you scream my name," he admits with a smirk, moving up her body to drop a kiss onto her lips.

Settling himself between her legs, he deepens the kiss, licking into her mouth and tipping her head back to have more access. In this position, he could just press right in, but he wants to make sure that she's not too sensitive first. To find out, he breaks the kiss and says, "you okay? You good with this?" he asks softly.

How could she do anything but let go with Clint. He's a master of her body, and holds one of the few keys to other more sensitive and intimate parts of her-- like the one that beats frantically against the ribs that hold it tightly in the chest cavity it sits in. Who is she to admit to any of that when they lead such different lives and she'd never want to hold him back. It makes a difference though. It makes a difference when it's him between her legs, his tongue, his fingers dragging her through the highest ecstasy she knows. That's another thing she'd never do. She'd fake on a job, but never with Clint. If she didn't orgasm, she'd keep pushing until she did, or let him know to try something different.

Trust is part of their foundation and so when he comes up to lick inside her mouth she clings to him like he's the very oxygen she breathes. Demanding the flavor he so generously and graciously stole from her body as he bought her pleasure. Tasting herself, she moaned against his lips and as she laved against his tongue with her own.

More than ready, Nat wrapped her legs around him and pressed her hips up. He could have taken her in the middle of that orgasm and she would have loved it. Yet that touch of sweet concern is always appreciated. "I'm so ready, love. Please, I want you inside me. I want to feel you. I need to feel you." She whispers and chases his lips again, wanting to press the desperation she has for his body into his mouth. Maybe, just maybe she can offer a subtle flavor of exactly how much she cares and needs him through the way she kisses him and reacts with her hips, rolling them up and against his body, tightening her inner walls with every thrust of his cock.

They haven't been together in a while. so Clint doesn't want to take the same liberties as he would have when they were sleeping together regularly. Maybe if they keep doing this, they can get back to that same level of comfort and Clint will do what he wants because he'll know that she wants it too. For now, better to ask to make sure. With her positive response, Clint pushes into her, rolling his hips against hers until he's fully seated.

"Fuck," he breathes, pressing his face against her neck. "Feels so good."

Natasha kisses him then, and he can tell that she's doing her very best to see how fast she can get him off. Honestly, he wants to see if he can get her there again, so while he kisses her, he fucks into her slowly, like he has all the time in the world to reach his orgasm. he gets his hands on her ass so that he can better guide their movements, and tries not to let the hot wet tight feeling of her go to his head.

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.

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."

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.

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."

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..."

"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.

"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.

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.

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