[pornmas] day 11.
Summary: They remember their relationship differently, for the most part, and maybe it's wishful thinking on his part to only remember the good things that happened and not the bad.
Fandom/Pairings: Avengers; Clint/Natasha
Rating: R
Pre-Notes: I am aware that there are currently six missing days of pornmas and three missing days of podmas. Do not fret, they are coming! It just that occasionally finals happen and then you get deathly ill and you gotta prioritize, you know? You don't care about that, though, so let's get back to the porn! Today's mix is 'tis the season to be grinchy, enjoy!
Disclaimer: Not, unfortunately, officially licensed Marvel fanfiction.
he knows your body better than you do
Clint and Natasha remember Budapest differently for a lot of reasons. They remember their relationship differently, for the most part, and maybe it's wishful thinking on Clint's part to only remember the good things that happened and not the bad. He doesn't much care, because the thing he wants to remember about Budapest is not the massive battle that happened when they were trying to get out and back to S.H.I.E.L.D. and Coulson. That happened, and Clint's not going to forget it happened, but it's not what he wants to associate with Budapest.
It's not the first thing he wants to think of, although he understands why it's the first thing Natasha calls up about Budapest. She plays their relationship very close to her heart, and so the things he remembers about Budapest are locked away where no one can get them. Where no one can steal them away. Clint gets it. He wouldn't still be with Natasha without getting it, because it's not that she doesn't want to display what they have publicly. It's that she feels like it's a risk she cannot take.
The thing Clint most associates with Budapest is the nights in their hotel room, barely lit by the moonlight that filtered in through the window. When he closes his eyes and thinks of Budapest, Clint sees Natasha straddling him with her hair falling down to create a red-tinted curtain dotted with streaks of light. He thinks of the way she rode him, hands curling around his wrists to keep him in place while they fucked, and didn't pause to ask him if everything was okay, because she knew. She knew the shape of his body, the words underneath his sharp intakes and choked off moans.
When they're in the same place and together now, it's still the same. Clint knows the lines of Natasha's body like they're burned into his memory, and she knows the curves of his like they're imprinted in her very DNA.
As he shoots down Chitauri and watches for Natasha, falls into the battle patterns he knows so well, Clint thinks that after this is over they'll get some time off. He's not above demanding it from Fury if he has to, because it's happened before and it'll happen again. Natasha doesn't care, although she needs the break as much as he does, and Clint knows she won't ask for herself because she thinks she deserves an endless workload as some kind of punishment. As some small way to wipe red from her ledger.
Now that Coulson's gone (and wow does that word sound wrong - how could Coulson be gone?), Clint knows that Natasha won't rest until he makes her. Until he ties her down and brings her off again and again until she's shaking and strung out, the most relaxed she'll ever let herself be in front of anyone. He's planning it out even as he grapples with the battle, used to mulitasking in the field, and when Natasha catches his eye, she smiles.
He gives her one in return before letting another arrow fly.
(ps: if you're late to the party/just want more porn, go check out the pornmas advent calendar/masterlist.)
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Fandom/Pairings: Avengers; Clint/Natasha
Rating: R
Pre-Notes: I am aware that there are currently six missing days of pornmas and three missing days of podmas. Do not fret, they are coming! It just that occasionally finals happen and then you get deathly ill and you gotta prioritize, you know? You don't care about that, though, so let's get back to the porn! Today's mix is 'tis the season to be grinchy, enjoy!
Disclaimer: Not, unfortunately, officially licensed Marvel fanfiction.
he knows your body better than you do
Clint and Natasha remember Budapest differently for a lot of reasons. They remember their relationship differently, for the most part, and maybe it's wishful thinking on Clint's part to only remember the good things that happened and not the bad. He doesn't much care, because the thing he wants to remember about Budapest is not the massive battle that happened when they were trying to get out and back to S.H.I.E.L.D. and Coulson. That happened, and Clint's not going to forget it happened, but it's not what he wants to associate with Budapest.
It's not the first thing he wants to think of, although he understands why it's the first thing Natasha calls up about Budapest. She plays their relationship very close to her heart, and so the things he remembers about Budapest are locked away where no one can get them. Where no one can steal them away. Clint gets it. He wouldn't still be with Natasha without getting it, because it's not that she doesn't want to display what they have publicly. It's that she feels like it's a risk she cannot take.
The thing Clint most associates with Budapest is the nights in their hotel room, barely lit by the moonlight that filtered in through the window. When he closes his eyes and thinks of Budapest, Clint sees Natasha straddling him with her hair falling down to create a red-tinted curtain dotted with streaks of light. He thinks of the way she rode him, hands curling around his wrists to keep him in place while they fucked, and didn't pause to ask him if everything was okay, because she knew. She knew the shape of his body, the words underneath his sharp intakes and choked off moans.
When they're in the same place and together now, it's still the same. Clint knows the lines of Natasha's body like they're burned into his memory, and she knows the curves of his like they're imprinted in her very DNA.
As he shoots down Chitauri and watches for Natasha, falls into the battle patterns he knows so well, Clint thinks that after this is over they'll get some time off. He's not above demanding it from Fury if he has to, because it's happened before and it'll happen again. Natasha doesn't care, although she needs the break as much as he does, and Clint knows she won't ask for herself because she thinks she deserves an endless workload as some kind of punishment. As some small way to wipe red from her ledger.
Now that Coulson's gone (and wow does that word sound wrong - how could Coulson be gone?), Clint knows that Natasha won't rest until he makes her. Until he ties her down and brings her off again and again until she's shaking and strung out, the most relaxed she'll ever let herself be in front of anyone. He's planning it out even as he grapples with the battle, used to mulitasking in the field, and when Natasha catches his eye, she smiles.
He gives her one in return before letting another arrow fly.
(ps: if you're late to the party/just want more porn, go check out the pornmas advent calendar/masterlist.)
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