WARNING: This chapter gets steamy, and slightly explicit at the end! Please don't read if you are uncomfortable with love scenes of an adult nature.
It wasn't even a week later when the doorbell rang at Clint's apartment. "Dude, I was looking forward to some alone time. Can't you at least pretend that you have a life outside of me?" He said with a grin as he opened the door.
Natasha looked up at him with wide, confused eyes.
"Oh. Hey Tasha. Sorry, I thought you were Kate."
She nodded. "Hi, Clint. Can I come in?"
"Yeah, of course." He stepped aside.
"I brought you pizza and a movie as a peace offering," she said softly.
He grinned. "Real pizza? Well then, I accept. But no eating on the couch," he said with a wink.
She laughed. "So you're not still mad at me?"
He shook his head. "Nah, it's all good." He moved to the refrigerator to get some soda just as Lucky came bounding into the kitchen. The dog ran over to Natasha, placing his front paws in her lap.
"No, Lucky, get down!" Clint shouted. "I'm sorry. He just wants you to pet him."
"It's fine," she reached down to pat the dog's head. "He must have missed you while you were recovering."
Clint nodded. "Yeah, he's a good boy." He sat down across from her, handing her a glass.
"You really like it here, don't you?"
"Ah, it's alright."
She took a bite out of her slice. "I like this environment that you've set up for yourself."
He laughed. "You just like the sofa."
She shook her head. "No, no… well, yeah… but all of it. I like all of it. It's you."
He sat there for a moment, watching her.
"What are you doing?" she asked. "Why aren't you eating?"
"I did eat."
She looked to the box, realizing that he must've had three slices already. "How on earth did you do that so fast?"
He shrugged. "I was hungry. I like real pizza. The dog does too. Watch this." He handed Lucky a slice under the table.
She raised an eyebrow. "I don't think dogs are supposed to have pizza, Clint."
"Nah, it's okay," he said with a wave of his hand. He looked up to see that she'd finished her slice. "Movie time?"
She nodded. "Movie time."
"Cool." He motioned for her to follow him into the living room. When he turned around from popping the dvd into the player, he realized with amusement that she'd already settled herself on the sectional.
"Now be honest," he said, sliding down next to her. "You really came here to visit the sofa, not me."
She sidled up to him, carefully resting her head on his shoulder. "Well, I did miss the sofa," she said slyly, before adding quietly, "but it was mostly you."
He smiled, wrapping an arm around her and drawing her in close. "Oh yeah?" he murmured.
She looked up at him. "Yeah," she whispered. She drew in a shaky breath, her heart pounding.
He frowned, brushing a hand through her hair for a moment. "You alright?"
"Why does everything about you have to be so damned intoxicating?" she whispered.
He tilted his face down to look at her, his eyes widening slightly. "What?"
She leaned her head back, reaching out to place a hand on his cheek as she touched her lips to his in a soft kiss.
He eagerly kissed back, running his hands up her arms and into her hair as he slipped his tongue into her mouth.
After a moment, she pulled back. "Wait… should we be doing this?"
"Yeah…" he whispered, pressing his lips to hers.
"But… what if Kate comes back?"
He shook his head. "She won't. She has a YA thing tonight." He closed his eyes, his mouth hungrily searching for hers.
"But still… what if she does?"
"She doesn't have a key," he assured her.
She nodded. "Okay." She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer and kissing him more deeply than before.
He leaned into her, gently easing her back into the sofa cushions.
"Wait.. " she whispered again. "Shouldn't we set up some rules about this?"
"Um, sure," he said. "What are the rules?"
She thought for a moment. "Clothing stays on."
He grinned. "I'll keep it PG-13…ish," he promised.
"Just kiss me til I can't breathe," she murmured softly.
"If that's what you want…" He breathed, lightly kissing the corner of her mouth before he fiercely pressed his lips against hers again.
He pushed his tongue into her mouth again and she moaned quietly as she eagerly kissed him back, her hands fisting in his unruly blonde hair.
After a moment, he leaned into her, moving down until her back was flat against the seat of the sofa and his body was on top of hers. "Clint…" she breathed, gently placing her hands on his chest.
"Do you trust me?" he whispered, nuzzling her ear with his nose.
"Then just relax," he murmured. He kissed gently along her jaw before his lips found hers again and she leaned into his kiss, pressing her tongue against his and sliding her hands down his neck to rest on his shoulders.
They kissed passionately for awhile, eyes closed, breathing heavy. He moved his mouth to her neck, his tongue dipping into her pulse point. "Mmmm…" she moaned. "That feels good."
"Too good?" he asked, scraping his teeth lightly across her sensitive skin.
"Yeah," she breathed.
"Okay, okay. I'm stopping," he whispered as he pulled his face slowly away from her neck.
"No… don't." She tilted her head back to give him better access. "Don't stop."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes," she said, squirming under him and shifting her leg to wrap around his hip.
"Tasha… I don't think you realize.." He groaned as she pressed herself into him.
"I changed my mind," she said quietly, her fingers fumbling to undo the buttons on his shirt. "I want you."
He made a sound something like a whimper when her fingers brushed across his bare chest. "I have always wanted you."
"Then take me," she said, kissing him fiercely.
This time, he didn't hold back, his tongue tracing her earlobe as he moved his mouth down her neck, sucking on the spot he knew she liked. She shivered and he slipped his hands under her shirt, her stomach quivering as he groped his way up her body. Once he had pulled the garment off over her head, he ducked his head down, nibbling softly at her collar bone before kissing gently down her chest, following the line of her ribs and the plane of her stomach.
"Clint…" she moaned as he reached down, rubbing his hand between her legs through her jeans. "Clint, please…"
He kissed her ear as he asked once more, "You're sure this is what you want?"
"Yes," she whispered, sliding her hands down his back.
In one quick motion, he unbuttoned her pants and slid his hand into her underwear. "God, Tash. You're so ready for me."
She moaned in response as he slipped first one finger, then another into her, working her slowly at first, then getting faster. She pushed up against him and he moved his other hand to rest on her hip, gently holding her in place as his fingers continued to please her. "That feel good, baby?"
"Oh yeah," she whispered, eyes closed. "Mmmm… you've learned a few things."
He buried his face in her neck, smiling against her skin as he felt her body tense.
"Oh yes… yes," she breathed and he pushed harder and she cried out "Clint!" as she came.
"God, you are so hot," he murmured. "I need you right now."
"Wait," she whispered as she swiftly undid the buckle on his belt. "I want to feel you first."
She freed him of his jeans and his boxers, her hands gripping him tightly. He groaned as she went up and down his length. "Tasha, don't… I want… "
"Take me," she urged.
He nodded, slowly pushing into her. "So much for the rules," he quipped.
She only moaned in response, pulling his face down to hers so she could kiss him as he moved inside her. "That's so good," she whispered.
"You feel so amazing," he said, breathing heavy as they moved faster.
"Clint!" She shouted as she unraveled a second time, and it was enough to undo him.
He readjusted their positions on the couch, settling back into the cushions and pulling her tight against his chest. "Are we going to talk about this now, or later?"
She sighed. "Now."
"Alright." He gently smoothed her hair back from her face. "What made you change your mind?"
He looked at her quizzically.
"You asked me if I ever felt anything real for you."
"And the truth is… I never stopped."
He nodded. "I love you, you know."
She looked down. "I know. But I…."
He tilted her chin to look up at him. "What is it, Tash? What's so bad?"
"I don't want to hurt you," she whispered.
"So don't," he whispered back.
"I think I'm falling for you all over again," she admitted quietly.
"Is that really so bad?"
"I… I don't know. I have all these feelings for you, and it's just… "
"Ssssh, it's okay. We'll go slow."
She raised an eyebrow.
He laughed. "Slower."
"So… do you want to have dinner, or something, sometime?"
He grinned. "Dinner, yeah we could do that sometime. Or something, I'll take that whenever."
She punched him in the shoulder. "I was being serious."
"Are you asking me out on a date, Natasha?"
She grinned back. "Yeah. Yeah, I guess I am."
"Alright. I can do dinner on Wednesday." He twirled a strand of her hair between his fingers. "Sound good?"
She nodded. "Sure. I'll pick you up at seven."
"Great," he wrapped his arms around her in a tight embrace. "So, uh… what movie are we watching?"
She laughed. "I haven't the slightest idea."
"Wanna start it over? That is, if you can stay awhile."
"Yeah. Yeah, I can stay awhile," she said, snuggling back into his chest.