Chapter 3 - The Dawn
Clint was just waking up when Natasha walked into the dark room. "Hey," His voice was sleep roughened and lazy. "How was the meeting?" He felt the bed bounce as Natasha flopped down next to him.
"How do you think? Get that much testosterone in a room; wolf or undead, and sparks start flying. I spent the entire meeting trying to keep Bruce from hulking out and trying to make sure nobody bit anybody."
Clint gave a lazy laugh as he rolled over to face her, even though it was so dark in the safe room that even with his excellent eyesight he couldn't see her. He knew she could see him, though.
Natasha stopped moving completely as she saw him, and then made a small sound at the back of her throat. He'd been slightly tumescent when she'd walked in, but now he was gently stroking himself to full attention. He was under the sheet, but there was no mistaking the gestures he was making.
She rolled fully onto her side to face him, running her hands over his shoulders and down into the small feathers where his wings met his back. "I think I'm wearing too many clothes for what you're planning." Even if he couldn't see her, she knew he'd hear the humor in her voice. "I think maybe you should do something a little more useful with those hands of yours."
"Oh, what, you mean like this?" He answered her in a teasing tone. Clint put his hands on her waist and kissed her deeply as he rolled her back, Natasha's strong legs wrapping around his waist. He bent over her, wings slightly spread for balance, and gently nipped her chin as he began working the small buttons of her blouse open by touch alone.
It was only here, with her, that the absolute blackness of the vampire safe rooms didn't terrify him. He normally hated being unable to see, so used to his sharp Avid vision, but here, with Natasha, that fear had no hold on him.
Clint kissed his way down her neck, following in the wake of his hands, slowly revealing her cool flesh to his lips. She moaned quietly and arched upward as he cupped his hands over her lace-clad breasts. "So hot, Clint. Nearly burns me." She said between gasps of air. "More. Mine. More." She ran her hands through the tops of his wings, smoothing the feathers down as he gently laved her pebbled nipples through her bra. He bit down gently, and a hiss that was nearly a scream passed her lips.
"Sensitive, huh?" Clint smirked against her breasts as he reached around behind her to unclasp the sheer lace.
"Barton, you ass, just hurry before someone else walks in on us." He chuckled, and was in the middle of unbuttoning her pants and kissing her slightly rounded stomach when her gasp changed tone.
"Clint, wait-" he paused, hand halfway into the skimpy panties that matched her bra.
"What? What is it? Am I hurting you?"
"No!" She wheezed. "It's the-" she stiffened slightly, then went completely limp, even her legs falling from around his waist.
"Tasha? Tasha you ok?" Clint wasn't afraid to admit to himself that he was a little frantic when she didn't respond. "Nat? Natasha?" Nothing. He couldn't even check for a pulse because-
Because she was a vampire. It hit him then. "JARVIS?" He asked, looking up towards the ceiling. "What time is sunrise today?"
"Six thirty-seven, Master Barton."
"And what time is it now?"
"Six thirty-nine, sir."
Clint sighed. "Thanks."
"My pleasure, Master Barton." Replied Tony's AI. Clint ran his hands up and down his face as he grumbled.
"Sure as hell ain't mine. Fuckin' cock-blocked by the sunrise." Sighing, he eased Natasha out of her clothes and into a more comfortable position, then covered her modestly with a sheet as he headed into the en suite shower. He turned it on, leaving the water icy to help his dick go soft again.
Hey, it was weird masturbating with the corpse of his girlfriend in the next room, so sue him.
He leaned his head against the cool tiles and hoped to hell that there wasn't another meeting scheduled all night tonight.