Old Habits

Their lips met again and again, his taste familiar to her senses, the scent of him soothing, the feel of his strong arms around her comfortable.

“Clint,” she said breathlessly, pressing herself against him.

“Nat,” he murmured, his hands wandering down to her ass as he kissed her. He lowered his mouth, nipping lightly at her jaw and she squirmed as his four day old stubble tickled her neck.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered, closing her eyes as he kissed up and down the side of her neck, tilting her head back to give him better access to all the spots he knew would drive her crazy if he sucked with just the right amount of pressure.

He moved his hands back up to her waist and she leaned further into him, pressing her breasts into his chest. His hands slipped under her shirt, sliding over her back, groping up her sides, feeling her stomach muscles twitch under them.

He sucked her earlobe into his mouth and she moaned softly. He should not be having this effect on her. She should not be this turned on already just by him squeezing her ass and sucking on her neck, but he knows just what to do and how to angle his body to show her that she’s having the same effect on him and she’s aching just to feel him everywhere, to get lost in him until she forgets everything but how it feels to be wanted this badly and to want something this much.

By the time his tongue was dipping into her pulse point, her nipples are so hard she’s sure he can feel them on his chest through her bra and both of their shirts.

“God, Nat,” he groaned as they continued their heated kissing.

“Clint,” she nearly whimpered against his mouth.

“Hey,” he whispered. “You were totally kidding about there being a possibility of us having sex tonight, right?”

She looked up at him, her eyes wide and slightly moist, running her finger across his now swollen lower lip. “What if I wasn’t?” she whispered back, her voice slightly shaky.

He leaned his forehead against hers. “Then I guess the bedroom would be a more comfortable place for us to keep kissing like this.”

She swallowed hard. “I guess so.”

“C’mere, sweetheart,” he murmured, slipping his hand into hers.

She squeezed his fingers, letting him lead her through his small kitchen to the bedroom in the back.

“I just gotta make sure there’s sheets on the bed and a condom in the nightstand,” he said softly as he pushed the door open, sighing with obvious relief as he realized the bed was made.

“What if I just want to feel you?” She whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

“Baby,” he whispered against her mouth, his hands on either side of her face. “Anything you want,” he said, a promise unwavering in his tone as he looked into her eyes.

He kissed her softly, his hands still holding her face. “Anything,” he added. “You know that.”

“I know,” she whispered, kissing him back.

He leaned into her, backing her up until her thighs are against the bed frame and pushing the covers away with one hand while the other pressed into her back, holding her close.

“This okay?” He asked, seeing the slight hesitation in her eyes as he lowered her into the mattress.

“Clint,” she said, her hands on his chest as he leaned over her. “I just want to feel you. But I- I haven’t done anything like this since…”

“I know,” he softly replied, his hand caressing her face. “We don’t have to do this. We can just go back to the living room and watch a movie. Or I could take you out. Anywhere you want to go. Or you can go home if you want and we’ll be totally fine.”

“Or you could just kiss me until I can’t breathe,” she murmured, tugging on the neckline of his t-shirt.

“Or I could do that,” he agreed huskily, lowering his head to kiss her again.

She sighed softly as they kissed, moving her hands over his shoulders, down his arms, feeling his biceps flex as he held himself over her on his forearms.

“It’s okay you know,” he said gently, moving his thumb across her forehead as he looked down at her laying beneath him.

“What is?” she asked just as quietly, tracing idle patterns on his upper arm with her fingernails.

“It’s okay to still grieve them and want this at the same time,” he whispered softly.

She moved her hand to either side of his face, her eyes shining with unshed tears. “How do you always know?” She asked, her voice breaking.

“Because.” He turned his head to gently kiss her knuckles. “I know you.”

“Clint.” She leaned up to kiss him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer.

He eagerly adjusted his position so his torso was resting in between her legs, slowly pushing her shirt up as they kissed, his hand moving over bare skin.

She let him touch her, let him kiss her as she clutched at him. “I want you,” she breathed.

“Baby. I’ve always wanted you, and I always will.” He stopped kissing her only long enough to take off his shirt and she ran a hand down his chest, feeling him shiver slightly at the feel of her hands on his bare skin.

She placed a kiss next to his ear, moving her mouth down his neck and kissing his chest.

“Your turn,” he murmured, gently tugging at the hem of her top.

She sat up slightly, letting him pull it off, reveling in the look on his face as his eyes swept over her breasts, only pushed up slightly in her black lace bra. She will never not relish what the sight of her breasts does to men, especially a man she wants to have that effect on.

“Damn, you’re hot,” he says, running his hands down her sides.

“You’re not so bad yourself, Barton,” she says with a grin.

He didn’t stop there, gripping the waistband of her jeans for a moment before unbuttoning and unzipping them.

Her heart started to beat faster and her stomach tightened with nerves, but she didn’t stop him, lifting her hips slightly so he can slide them down her legs.

The friction she felt with nothing but her thin panties against the front of his jeans is maddening when he lowers himself over her again, his lips capturing hers between them as he moves purposefully.

Her mouth fell open and she pressed her torso into him, skin against skin.

“I gotta touch you,” he murmured, reaching his hand lower, stopping at her stomach.

“Touch me,” she breathed, her breath hitching in her throat when he moved his hand over her panties.

He kissed her, his mouth swallowing her moan when he slipped his whole hand into her underwear, feeling how turned on she is.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” he moaned, and normally she’d be irritated at him saying something so redundant like that, but the sound of his voice when he said it, almost a desperate whine, makes her even wetter and then he slipped two fingers inside her sex.

All she can do is moan in return because he really knows what to do to her, moving his fingers in and out slowly, rubbing right against her spot when he pushes them into her.
“That feels good,” she moaned as his fingers found a rhythm.

He lowered his mouth down her neck as he fingered her, nipping at the spot that drives her crazy while his fingers pleasure her sex the way he knows how, the way he’s always known how ever since she first let him learn all those years ago.

His heartbeat was steadily picking up pace beneath her mouth as she continued to kiss his chest, while her hand groped down his deliciously tight abs.

He groaned as her hand gripped over the bulge in his jeans, gently closing the fingers of one hand over her wrist to slow her down so he can concentrate on what the fingers of his other hand are doing inside her.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Tasha,” he murmured over her mouth, wildly kissing her.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmm,” she moaned. “Oh yes, Clint. Yes.”

“That’s it baby,” he coaxed, moving faster, feeling her tighten. “That’s my girl.”

“Oh!” she shouted as she spasmed around his fingers, her hands gripping his arms tightly.

“Fuck, I felt that,” he whined, slowly pulling his fingers out of her and then pushing them back in when she moaned through her aftershocks.

She breathed deeply, slowly releasing her tight grip on his arms and pulling him down to kiss her and he devoured her mouth with his roughly before kissing over her face and neck.

“I want to see how you taste after I just made you come,” he whispered into her ear.

Her eyes widened.

“Please, Nat. Please let me go down on you. Let me make you come on my tongue.”

She thought she might come just from the way he said those words, but it’s been so long since she let someone do that and she can remember what it’s like when he does it. She found herself nodding, her fingers already threading through his hair as he lifted up off of her, kissing from the tops of her breasts down her ribs, over her stomach and down, down as he slowly peeled her soaking underwear away, pulling them down her thighs and running his hands back up her thighs before gently pushing them apart.

Then her hips jerked off the bed at the first touch of his tongue on her. “Oh, God, Clint.”

He moved his tongue slowly back and forth, breathing her in, tasting her slowly before diving in and she can’t remember if it ever felt this good, but it feels this good now. He knows where to lick and where to really lick and he knows when to suck and it doesn’t take long before she’s exploding again, her grip on his hair tightening as she screams.

“Fuck,” he repeated, panting just as hard as she was.

He made a move to hold her, to pull her close, but she rolled him over, getting him on his back, her legs straddling either side of his hips, her mouth kissing him wildly as she unzipped his pants.

She reached one hand inside his boxers, feeling how much he wanted her while she kissed him almost hard enough to swallow his tongue, and feeling, rather than hearing his deep moan.

He reached around her back to undo the clasp on her bra, pulled it down her arms and pulled her naked body on top of him, chest to chest as they kissed heatedly.

She kissed his bare shoulder, nipped at his neck, sucked his collar bone and kissed down his chest, darted her tongue out to lick his abs as she kissed down his stomach.

“Oh, yes, please,” he mumbled as she kissed the soft skin below his belly.

“Please what?” she whispered.

“Please suck my cock,” he begged, like she knew he would if she got him riled up enough.

She grinned wickedly before pulling down his underwear, letting his erection brush up between her breasts for a moment before she descended on him, licking his length once.

“Fuck, you’re going to destroy me,” he moaned, moving his hands over his face dramatically, but she knew it was mostly to keep himself from holding her head.

She hummed in agreement, swirling her tongue around his tip before sucking him into her mouth and going up and down his length.

The sound that came from the back of his throat was wild, and she moved him between her lips a little faster, trying to get him to make that sound again.

“Shit, I almost forgot how good you are at this,” he groaned as his eyes rolled back into his head.

She only went up and down a few more times before she felt his hands on her shoulders.

“Nat, baby, you gotta stop if you want to do something else tonight,” he warned her.

She didn’t really want to stop once she’d really got going, knowing that she could give him the best orgasm of his life right now and she’d get to hear him make that noise again.

But she did want to feel him everywhere, wanted him to take over all her senses and know with her entire body that he was here. That he was alive, and he was hers.

She forced herself to stop, climbing back up his body and burying her face in his neck as she held him close.

“Yeah, baby,” he said, his breath warm on her face. “You wanna ride me?”

She shook her head, not moving from her space in the crook of his neck. “I need you on top of me,” she said, her voice breaking on the word ‘need.’

“Anything you want,” he reminded her in a whisper, nudging her face up to his with his hand. “Just us?”

“Just us,” she whispered shakily as he pressed his lips to hers.

He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close and she kept her arms around his neck as she held him.

He slowly rolled them over as he moved against her, gently laying her on her back and she looked up at him as he caressed a hand down her cheek bone.

“Hey pretty girl,” he whispered softly, smoothing her eyebrow with his thumb and tucking her hair behind her ear as he leaned over her.

“Hey handsome,” she said, closing her eyes as he tilted his face down to kiss her deeply.

“My Tasha,” he murmured as he leaned into her, reaching a hand down to guide himself as he pushed inside her.

“My Clint,” she gasped as he kept pushing.

“Always,” he whispered, kissing her temple. “Always yours.”

She moaned softly as he moved inside her, thrusting his hips into hers.

“Oh baby, you feel so good,” he groaned, finding an even pace as she thrust back on him.

“You too,” she breathed. “Clint…”

“Hmmmmm,” he moaned in between deep kisses.

“Don’t hold back. I- I want you to lose control,” she said against his mouth.

He breathed deeply, thrust his hips harder. “Only if I can make you lose control too.”

She nodded slowly, her body quivering beneath him.

He rolled his hips, thrusting deep inside her and she wrapped her legs around his waist, lowered her hands from the back of his shoulders to his ass, and there was that wild noise again as she followed the shape of his behind with her fingernails.

He closed his eyes, all lips, tongue, hands and body as made love to her, holding her close and kissing her deeply.

She moaned in his arms, holding him closer than she’d ever held a man that was fucking her before and this was real, this was intimate, this was home, and this was Clint. This was everything they’d ever been to each other, his mouth wet against hers, this was everything they would ever be to each other, his sex wet inside hers.

He pushed against her, over and over, pushed inside her, over and over, pushed her to her limits, over and over, pushed her over the edge, over and over.

“Oh, god,” she moaned, her mouth against his neck.

“Oh baby, he moaned, his mouth and hands on her tits.

His hair was soft between her fingers, his skin warm under her palms.

His hands were strong on her body, strong as they moved over her breasts and down her sides, holding her hips as he moved into her. His thighs were strong against her thighs, his heart was beating strong against her chest, his breath strong and warm on her face and neck.

“I love you.” She felt the whisper all over her body.

“I love you,” her body whispered back.

His kiss was deep, his hands were deep, his thrust was deep and her moan was deep as he unraveled her, and she came, uncontrollably, over and over and he grunted that wild sound right before she felt him erupt inside her.