Chapter 3
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Natasha’s mission ends up lasting about three and a half weeks and which is not the longest she has had but Clint is still relieved when she shows back up late at night, letting herself in as always, away bag in hand. The mission must have been a tiring one in some ways since she came here instead of heading to her place after her briefing. Clint doesn’t say anything, just gives her a nod, and makes room on the couch where he has been parked for a while watching late night tv because he can’t sleep. She just puts her bag down and makes her way to the couch.
“Wasn’t sure I would find you alone.”
Her voice is tired with these words and she sort of sinks down onto the couch instead of sitting. She lays her head and shoulders on the left arm rest and the rest of her sprawls out, legs and feet settling in Clint’s lap. Clint works on removing her boots as he speaks.
“Steve is doing some training with Rumlow’s strike team tomorrow, has to wake up super early for it so no sleep over tonight. Made it sort of a lonely night till now but it does mean I get to sleep in tomorrow.”
Clint has nothing tomorrow, schedule still pretty light because of Loki and he figures he might as well take advantage and at least try to sleep late while he can.
“Sleeping in sounds good, think I might join you.”
Natasha says this with a smile on her face and she pokes him with her now bare toes. Clint looks down at her feet and the polish on her toes is a tiny bit chipped, the polish she had on them from before this last mission and he runs a finger along her toes now.
“We can sleep in, , watch tv, can even redo your toes if you want.”
He trails a finger down the bottom of her left big toe now and her foot squirms just a bit but she doesn’t move it away.
“Rogers see your stash of nail polish yet or did you move it?”
Clint gives a little shrug before answering the question.
“Haven’t moved it, still where it was last time and if Steve has seen it, he hasn’t said anything about it. Besides, it isn’t mine, you just keep it here for some reason.”
This is true enough, Nat brought over the shoe box of nail polish one day and never took it back, has even added to it since then. Clint doesn’t really mind it being here, it is nice having little touches of Natasha in his apartment, the box of nail polish, one of her hair brushes, the blanket on the couch and he probably won’t ever get rid of them. Natasha just gives a shrug of her own.
“It is easier to have it here, can usually find it even in this mess you call an apartment since you keep it in the same spot.”
Her voices is a little teasing right now and it is a familiar topic. Clint’s space is sometimes a bit messy, things spread out everywhere while Natasha tends to keep hers fairly clean even if she does have blankets everywhere. He just gives his usual defense of it right now.
“I have told you before, it is organized chaos .”
“Organized chaos is just another word for mess. You should find something better to watch.”
She says this, gestures at the tv. It is a realty show, one of the competition ones that Clint sometimes enjoys but that Tasha is not very fond of. She teases him about it sometimes but he knows she watches soaps sometimes so she has no room to judge. Still he grabs the remote and changes it, finds an old movie that shouldn’t be too bad. They sit there and watch, conversation filtering in and out till Clint feels like he could probably sleep and looking over at Nat tells him that she probably could too.
“Bed sound good?’
She gives a little nod and moves her feet. They get up now and make their way to the bathroom and as they pass through the bedroom Clint is pretty sure Natasha notices the little things that are there now that weren’t before. There is a sketchpad and pencils on the nightstand, a jacket that isn’t Clint’s size hanging on the closet door knob, and in the bathroom there is an extra tooth brush that isn’t his or Nat’s. They are all little signs of Steve scattered throughout and Clint knows that she noticed them but she doesn’t say anything right now, simply goes about getting ready for bed.
She finishes in the bathroom before he does and when he walks into the bedroom, she is already under the covers, clothes on the floor. He strips off his own and climbs in right beside her. It only takes a moment for Tasha to rearrange herself so that she is close to Clint, head resting on his chest, body pressed against his, skin to skin contact. It more than likely won’t lead to anything other than snuggling together but Clint is fine with that. He thinks sometimes that they both need this and it is nice having it. It doesn’t take long before Natasha drifts off and Clint follows her just a little bit after that.
They sleep in late the next morning, Clint waking up when Natasha gets up out of bed and puts the blanket on top of him. She had stolen most of it through the night like she usually does but he smiles at her giving it back but doesn’t get up quite yet. He can hear the sound of the shower running after a few moments and he just lays there with his eyes closed till it turns off. He opens his eyes when he hears Tasha’s voice.
“You should shower, I’ll make the coffee and then we can figure out what to do after.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
He says this with a little nod and she bends down and gives him a little pat on the cheek before she leaves the room. He gets showered quickly, puts on a pair of boxers and sweat pants and makes his way to the kitchen. Natasha is already there, cups out and pouring coffee into each one. Clint comes over and brushes a kiss on her cheek as he takes his coffee.
“I can make us some breakfast if you want.”
He says this and Natasha takes her own coffee and walks over to the fridge.
“With what?”
She asks as she opens the fridge and she goes to grab the milk when she stops for just a moment and stares.
“I have food.”
He says it simply and it is the truth. He does have food right now, things he can actually make meals out of instead of his usual odds and ends.
“You have food. When did this happen?”
She turns and looks at him and he answers her question.
“When I got a super soldier boyfriend who eats a lot. Figured it would be better to make stuff sometimes than always order something.”
“You cook for him, how sweet. Guess you can cook for me today.”
She teases him just a bit right now but he doesn’t mind, just gives her a smile as she puts some milk in her coffee and then sits down at the table. He gets started on breakfast, not anything too complicated, just scrambled eggs, bacon, and some bagels toasted up. He doesn’t really bother dishing up separate plates, just has a plate of eggs and bacon, a plate with the bagels and then two forks. They eat together, sharing everything and talking a bit and then they clean up and make their way back to the bedroom.
“I believe someone said something about doing my toes today.”
She says this as she sets down on the bed, arranging some pillows to prop her up with, and stretches her legs out.
“I wonder who that was.”
Clint says this with a hint of teasing and she just gives him a glare that has no real heat to it.
“Get the polish, Barton.”
“OK, Romanoff.”
He goes and gets the polish from his closet and then brings it back, gets the remover and cotton balls from the box and hands it to Nat and settled down at the end of the bed. He starts removing the old polish off of her toe nails as she decides on a color. He has been doing her nails for her for years, a ritual of sorts almost, and he likes doing it for her, likes pampering her just a bit when he can. Soon enough her toes are clean of polish and he goes on to the next step.
The ritual has grown a little more complicated over the years, when he first started it was just painting her nails and trying to just get it on her nails and not everywhere else. He has learned since then and now it is much more like a pedicure that she could go somewhere and get but doesn’t have to because Clint will do it for her. Tasha hands him the emery board out of the box now and he gets to work smoothing the nails. When that is done, she gives him the lotion they keep in there as well. He pours a little bit in his hands, warms it up just a bit before he grabs one of Nat’s feet and starts rubbing it in. He is careful with how he touches her but her foot still squirms just a bit and he smiles up at her.
“I’m probably one of the only people to know the black widow is ticklish.”
She jabs him with her other foot as she speaks.
“You are and it will stay that way, won’t it?”
She has said something along those lines before and Clint just gives a nod and a yes ma’am before going back to his task. After a few more minutes, it is time for the polish and she hands him the dark purple she chose. He paints each nail careful, blows on them to help them dry and asks if she would like her fingers done as well and she gives a little nod. He does her fingers much the same as he did her toes but when they are painted he takes ahold of her hands and starts massaging her palms a little bit. She isn’t as ticklish there and she has told him before that she likes it and she relaxes a bit more and murmers.
“You do have the best hands. I miss them sometimes.”
“You want more of them?”
He asks and Natasha knows what he is referring to, gives a little nod and moves herself just a bit as Clint lets go of her hands.
“Nails are still wet, you’ll have to help me with my pants.”
She says this and he gives a little nod, pulls the sweats she is wearing gently down, careful of her toes that may not be completely dry. He leaves her underwear on for now, she’ll tell him when she wants it off, and Natasha settles against the pillows once again, rests her hands flat on the bed as Clint settles in near her spread legs.
“You should keep your hands there, don’t want to smudge it.”
He says this with just a hint of an order and Natasha just gives another little nod and then he brings his hands to her thighs, starts rubbing little circles on the soft skin.
This is part of the ritual too sometimes and it has been a while since they have been able to do this, Nat’s mission taking a little while and he has missed it. It has been exciting with Steve the last few weeks but this is familiar and comforting. He knows Natasha in ways he doesn’t know Steve yet and she knows him so well.
He knows Nat and he knows just how to touch her right now, slow gentle circles on her thighs and then the occasional stroke against her underwear. She likes a little bit of teasing first and Clint decides to give it to her today, rubbing her through the cloth and then moving his fingers away only to return soon enough. Her breathing is picking up a bit but she keeps her fingers still.
“Enjoying yourself yet?”
He asks with a bit of a smirk, looks at her as he just keeps rubbing her.
“It would be better with less underwear.”
This is her hint and Clint just smiles and keeps rubbing.
“How about a please?”
He asks and she just glares at him for a moment before muttering some words.
“Now, Clint.”
“That works too.”
He leans forward with those words and brushes a quick kiss against her lips. Clint leans back and reaches for her underwear, leans down and places a kiss against her skin right above them and then pulls them slowly off. She is now bare from the waist down, just wearing an old t-shirt of his, hair a little messy, and hands still laid flat against the bed and he thinks she is beautiful like this. Natasha is always beautiful, when she is on a mission, when she is dressed up, but there is something about seeing her like this, not done up, not playing a part that Clint just loves.
“I love this, love doing this for you.”
He says this instead of telling her she’s beautiful, says this instead of love you. It is easier for her to accept these words than others and she gives him a small smile.
“I am aware of that. I enjoy it too.”
This is enough for Clint and he returns her smile and gets back to his task, rubbing her clit now, slow circles. There is wetness there now and she lifts her hips up every so often to get a bit more of his touch. He isn’t unaffected either, can feel his cock growing just a bit, but he can worry about that later. This is for Natasha and he is going to make it good for her.
He pushes a finger in after a few more circles, keeps rubbing with his other hand. A rhythm starts up after a bit, Clint’s finger going in and out, a bit deeper each time, Nat’s hips thrusting just a bit. Her fingers twitch just a bit but don’t move from where they lay. He leans in sometimes and gives her kisses, along her mouth, her jaw, her throat, all the little areas he wants to. He adds a second finger after a while, keeps up a steady rhythm and he knows that she is close. Sometimes when they do this, she has her fingers in his hair and when she tightens her grip he knows it is time to speed things up a bit but her fingers are still against the bed but he still knows. The sign that she is close is there with how her head leans back just a little bit more, mouth open just slightly, breathing just a little quicker. He does what he needs to, rubs his thumb just right, twists his fingers just a bit and then she tightens, cums and he can feel it, hear her moan, and sees the way her eyes close for brief moment before opening up just a bit wider than before. He gently moves his hands away from her after a moment.
“OK, then?”
He asks with just a little bit of a smile and she looks at him.
“It worked. How about you? Need a little relief?”
She knows him well and he gives a little nod and moves off the bed.
“You going to help me or should I give you a show?”
He doesn’t break eye contact when he says this, doesn’t break it when he starts sliding his pants and then boxers off and there is a glint in her eyes that tells him just what she is going to say before she says it.
“Give me a show, haven’t seen it in a while. “
She scoots up a bit more with these words, makes more room for him on the bed. He settles on the space, kneeling almost, feet under his legs and he grabs his cock now, starts stroking.
“Remember to start slowly, don’t want to rush.”
She says this, voice low and he just gives a little nod and slows his hand down. This is something they have done before as well and he lets her give him instructions, lets her control the pace of it even though he is doing the work. He glides his hand up and down as she gives another order.
“You can touch more than just that, come on, really give me a show.”
He lets his other hand wander over his body now with her words, settling it in the juncture of his inner thigh, fondling his balls a bit. It feels good , the touch and it feels good having Nat’s eyes on him as he does it.
“Close your eyes.”
He does, closes them tightly and just continues touching himself, listening to Nat’s instructions. He can feel the bed shift a bit, feel her heat, and she is a bit closer to him now and her next set of instructions brush air across his throat.
“Move your hand like I would move mine, drag your nails lightly, I know you like that.”
He does like that, likes the tiny bit of pain it brings, not enough to hurt but enough to ache just a bit and he does it. His nails don’t feel as good as hers do along his shaft but it is still good, is still helping it all build. She tells him to pick up his pace and he does. It is getting to be a bit too much and he lets her know with one word.
“Please.”
He whispers it and he can feel her lips against his cheek for just a moment.
“Alright, open your eyes. Finnish up.”
He opens his eyes, twists his hand just a little bit more but it is the kiss that Natasha places against his jawline that really does the trick. His hand is slick with release, his breath quick, face flushed, and Nat smirks at him just a bit.
“Ok, then?”
She asks and he smiles back at her now.
“It worked. Clean up?”
“Clean up.”
She agrees and they both move off of the bed wash up a bit and before Clint can pull his sweets back on, Nat hands him a pair of jeans.
“I want some pastries and you should wear real clothes for that.”
He doesn’t argue, just pulls the jeans on over his boxers, grabs a shirt off the top of his dresser that looks clean as Natasha dresses herself. It is only after he has it all the way on that he realizes that it isn’t his, is one of Steve’s that has been left behind and he can tell by the way Nat looks at him that she knows this too.
“It is a little big but will do. Looks good.”
She says this with a shrug and leaves the room, Clint follows and after a few more moments of getting ready, they are out on the street heading to a little dessert shop Nat loves. It is a good day and Clint wouldn’t change it.
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