Chapter 2 - The Leaders
If Natasha had still been required to breathe, she would have gasped when Clint suddenly grabbed her from behind and pinned her to the wall. She knew it was him, even from behind her. No one else smelled quite the same; of leather and cordite and fletching glue. No one else had hands that nearly burned her as his did.
His wings came down on either side of her, creating a deeper patch of shadows in the alley, closing her in and wrapping her in the darkness that was always a part of her. Then Clint started pressing feather-light kisses to the back of her neck, and Natasha's mouth dropped open in a small whine of hunger. Clint's hands, searing like branding irons, wrapped around her midriff and pulled her back against his armored front. Even through the leather, the heat of his body scorched her. She could feel him against her ass, hard and wanting, and she wanted him right back.
Just as he was sliding one of those heavy calloused hands into her pants and sucking small bruises into the lee of her neck, a throat cleared from just behind them.
Clint gripped her tighter, burying his face deeper into her shoulder. It gave Natasha enough room to turn her head and spy James standing there with Rogers in silvery wolf form beside him. Barnes had his arms crossed and was trying to look stern with one eyebrow raised, but the smirk at the corner of his mouth told her that was a battle he was losing. His mate just looked peeved.
"You guys couldn't have waited until we got back to base? What if we'd sent someone else down here looking for you, huh?"
Before Natasha could draw in enough air to make a reply, Clint did, his voice muffled against her skin.
"Like hell, Barnes. You and Rogers do this all the damn time." A low growl came from the wolf next to the assassin. "Can it, Rogers. You know it's true."
Barnes was the first to break, dissolving into a fit of loud giggles. Natasha followed shortly with a deep, full throated laugh. She could feel Clint shaking behind her with his own quiet laughter. Steve Rogers seemed to be the only one not amused. The werewolf shook his head, and Natasha had to admit that seeing a three hundred pound wolf roll its eyes was fairly amusing, leading to more laughter from all three of them. Rogers grudgingly led the way out of the alley, followed shortly by Barnes, holding his gut and laughing at his mate. Clint and Natasha exchanged smiles, then walked out hand in hand