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[need_a_pen]

fluffernutters meme

what to do:
☆ post a comment
★ others use the magic RNG 1-10 to pick their fluffiness
☆ then fluff it out!

fluffy choices:
① Tiny kisses For some reason or another, the person in front of you? Needs all of the kisses. All of them.
② Love confession You feel the butterflies in your stomach, but there's no way you're going to back out

Comments

[redinmyledger]

She still had her reservations about the sex and touching at work. Especially when it was Clint trying to torment Coulson. She had all the respect in the world for the other agent and she did want the man to be able to look her in the eye. To be able to converse with her and respect her. She could stand to indulge Clint from time to time but sometimes she just wanted to save it for later. To be able to have moments to themselves to savor. Keep it special. It was something that always gave her a feeling of discontent. What if Clint decided he was bored of it all one day because it was all they did?

Natasha looked at him, her eyebrow creeping up slightly before she gave a disbelieving shake of her head. Mostly she did tend to lean towards him just making fun of her. "The jealous streak is a mile wide at least. I don't like sharing you with anyone. Haven't you worked that out yet? Especially that French waitress tonight. I'm still planning on tracking her down and suffocating her in moose. As for the touching, it's everything. My hips... My ass... My breasts. I know you like the twins." And god help her even she was calling her chest that.

[genuinepleasure]

Clint was very good at appearing detached. It wasn't that he was trying to confuse Natasha. It was more like he didn't feel like facing the conversation that came with figuring things out. The awkward one full of pauses and soft sighs. The one where they stumbled over the appropriate way to talk about it. He wasn't good with talking about feelings and he wasn't sure he was suddenly going to get better any time soon. Natasha was just as bad about that. He had lucked out with her. She wasn't pushing him to say it and just admit his feelings. She made it easy on him. In turn he did the same thing for her.

"I'm well aware of that jealous streak." He knew that she got pissed. He could see her eyes light up with a waitress made a pass or a bartender moved in closer to him. He just liked to hear her admit it. It was incredibly sexy. "I am very fond of them." His eyes went downward for a moment before coming back up. "Is it just touching and groping?"

[redinmyledger]

Luckily she wasn't in the habit of deconstructing their relationship that much. She knew what she felt for him. She knew that he did care about her. However it worked was enough for her. The only issue would come when it looked like someone or something would come between them. She wasn't sure she was ever going to be ready to lose him. Even when the debt she owed him was repaid. There would always be a safety in never having to say the words. She couldn't help that she was actually worried that it would jinx it.

"Then why did you ask? I think you just enjoy watching me scream. You're a pussy teaser." But she was grinning, highly amused at the fact that he did find it a turn on. She pushed her chest forward a little before tilting her head. "It's whatever you want it to be. You have carte blanche."

[genuinepleasure]

"Every once in a while I do like hearing about your jealous streak. Makes a guy feel special, babe." Clint just seemed to get such amusement from how jealous she got when other women intentionally flirted with him. Sometimes on missions when the target was female then Clint got to go in to seduce them. He got a kick out of the attention, but sometimes the groping was a little much for him as well. It was starting to become a pattern that people with money were the most handsy individuals. Though sometimes he could sucker a good back massage or two out of the target. He would never share that information with Natasha though.

This was true. Clint got a sort of sick pleasure out of messing with her. It took him an extra moment to recall what carte blanche was. Clint was a lot more simple than Natasha. He lost his parents young and then went into a boys home at a young age. Eventually he left and made his way to the circus. Once Clint was nineteen he made his way to the military. The only culture he ever got was when he came to work for SHIELD. He was still learning here and there. "I do? That's good to know. So--" He took her by the hips and spun her around to face the balcony. "--this is acceptable?"

[redinmyledger]

"You really need that to make you feel special? I have to wonder about both our sanit." Whatever happened on those missions, Natasha didn't want to know. Just like she didn't tell Clint anything that happened when he wasn't monitoring surveillance. Not that she did let anything happen. She had made a career out of being a tease so that she could still be as faithful as a spy was capable of being.

Cultured or not, he did okay. She never even thought about his education levels. It didn't come into it. The only reason she knew as much as she did was because of her programming. And some of it was her own interest. She was never going to be a genius like Stark, but she wasn't an idiot. She just had a talent for languages and killing. She put her hands out, letting her fingers curl against the railing. "Yes, this is acceptable."

[genuinepleasure]

What? A girl having a jealousy streak over him is a cool thing. Why didn't she understand that this was kind of really cool? She probably got a kick out of him when the grunts tried to look twice at Natasha Romanoff. He tended to get a little territorial and shove them around when she was gone. He didn't have the best control over that jealousy most of the time. "You get so very territorial. It's pretty goddamn sexy, Natasha." If she didn't understand then he would be sure to let her know.

"Very good call." He dropped his hands to dip underneath the dress she was still wearing. He slid his palms along her thighs slowly. His fingers danced over her ass until they wrapped around her hips. "I think Paris should be seen like this all the time." With a beautiful woman and no mission hanging over his head currently.

[redinmyledger]

She got more than a kick of that she had to admit. It was nice to know he cared. Nice to know he did get jealous. It made her feel like she wasn't the only one because there were times when she got territorial and wondered if it was all in vain. She turned her head to look at him again and let go of the railing with one hand to slide it around the back of his neck and pull him in for a kiss. "You realise that sometimes I'm pretty damn close to just getting 'property of Natasha Romanoff' tattooed on your ass, right? I'm serious. Some nights I watch you sleep and wonder if I could keep you knocked out long enough to make it happen." But then her lips twitched and she was smiling again before she turned back to look out over the city. "I'm not that bad. Maybe just a bite mark here and there."

She shivered slightly with his touch and let out a soft moan of agreement. Definitely a good call. "Depends who you're seeing it with."

[genuinepleasure]

For a split second Clint thought she was actually serious. The look on his face was just filled with confusion. At first it started out kind of cute and funny, but then she took it straight to creepy town when she spoke of how she wanted to keep him asleep to tattoo it on. The kiss no longer smoothed over the problems because he was genuinely concerned he'd wake up one morning and find her looming over him trying to tattoo his ass. He shook it off though after she smiled and told him she was kidding. Thank god! He really was scared he was gonna have to bring in Coulson to chaperone her ass tattooing ways at night.

"You're seeing it with me. Of course it's a good way." One hand slid away to undo the belt on the slacks he was wearing. He undid the button and pushed down the zipper. He slipped a condom from his back pocket before he let them drop to his ankles. "My jealousy knows no bounds, Nat." He leaned forward to kiss the back of her neck. He lifted the condom to his mouth and tore the foil with his teeth. He went commando tonight which left him pretty bare down there.

[redinmyledger]

"Had you fooled, didn't I?" Natasha asked in a quiet purr. She found his expression all too amusing but she was well trained. She kept a straight face until the last second. He could tease her all he liked, but she was always going to find a way to get him back. She just tended to pick the most unlikely moment. "You should know me better by now."

Natasha shuddered and pushed back against him as soon as she heard his zipper get pushed down. After she felt the kiss she took her hands away from the railing to push down her panties and save him the trouble. She reached back and gave his ass a squeeze before taking a hold of the railing again and arching her back slightly as she waited. "So long as I'm the only woman you see it this way with we'll be fine."

[genuinepleasure]

"It's really not nice to mess with me." He was ready to call in Coulson, Natasha. You got dangerously close to having the moment ruined by their boss. He would probably never be able to look her in the eyes again and tsk tsk at Clint all night. Luckily no hasty decisions were made and they were still alone on the balcony of their hotel room. The smile on his face was growing wider by the moment. He was aware of how she had lent a hand by pushing the troublesome panties down. Thankfully he just had to roll the condom on and he would be in business. He was just going to wait a few moments though. Torture? Maybe. He wasn't exactly sure yet.

He grunted when she squeezed his ass. "Territorial. I love it." He rolled the condom over his erection and leaned forward over her. His lips latched onto the lobe or her ear and he pushed inside of her quickly. He didn't move for a good minute or two. He was still until out of the blue his hips pulled back quickly before slamming forward against her. "Messing with me has repercussions."

[redinmyledger]

"What are you talking about? It's so much fun messing with you. You think you have the patent on messing with people? Don't think I don't know who switches on that music in my quarters after every mission." If Coulson had crashed then Barton never would have been alone with her again. She would have held the mood killer and the babysitter card against him for a long time. Clearly he was forgetting how long she could hold a grudge. She pushed out a breath as she tried not to wiggle with impatience, eyes becoming hooded.

"We both do. Again, we're back to questioning our sanity but I don't think either of us could ever be any other way." She turned her head slightly to watch him out of the corner of her eye and her lips parted in a low moan. "I'm trying to feel bad about it, but I really don't."

[genuinepleasure]

Clint likes to dish it, but it's when he has to take it that's the problem. He's always been very good with practical jokes and just messing with people. To him it's hilarious, but he's not goo when they come at him with crap of their own. He's always caught off guard and not really sure how to react. "Apparently that music is a goddamn Russian treasure, Nat." He only did that when he wanted to get out of something. If he wanted a guys night and the freedom to go out and get drink then he put that on in her quarters. Sometimes he just did it for a laugh.

The moan was very encouraging. Enough to let Clint know that he was doing something right. He didn't even bother to respond. He couldn't find it in him to. His hand came around to palm one of her breasts through the dress. His hips were now moving at a fairly even pace. Another minute passed and he shut his eyes. "The Russian, Nat. Do the Russian." A little extra encouragement can't hurt.

[redinmyledger]

"Did you forget the part where I'm a former Russian citizen?" She would have rolled her eyes, would have maybe even laughed or continued to tease him if he wasn't so good with distracting her in other ways. Besides, she knew what it meant. She knew why he played the music. She wasn't exactly going to begrudge him a time out or two.

The silk of the dress slid over her breast as he cupped it in his hand, her nipple hardening in response and pressing into his palm. She moaned again and smiled slightly at the whispered request. She fell into her native tongue, murmuring pleas and requests of her own as she started to tell him just how good he felt. What she wanted to do once they were back inside the hotel room, and just how she felt about him.

[genuinepleasure]

"Nope." She gave him a very brutal reminder most nights when she drank Clint under the table. Clint had been drinking since his youth, but he wasn't even close to her level of drinking. He could match Tony's liver drink for drink and numerous others, but she was the only other human to have him beat. Cap and Thor didn't much count. They were revved up by Godly bullshit or super serum. Not fair, but just part of life. Mean Green didn't drink much so that was a shot in his favor. Natasha was like a goddamn fish. It was insane how much she could down. Clint was severely worried about that liver of hers. How was it even still fully functional? It seemed like it would have given out ages ago.

The Russian always gave Clint just a little bit more umpf. He wasn't sure what it was, but hearing her go into her native tongue was probably the sexiest thing he had ever encountered. It was kind of pathetic how much he turned to goo when she got insanely Russian on him. He only understand the dirty words and a few choice phrases, but none of that mattered. He knew the intent behind the message. That was all Clint needed.

One hand dipped into the hem of her dress and to her breast. His fingers brushed over her nipple and after a moment there was a twist. His hip thrusts had become a little more erratic. Less timed and even.

[redinmyledger]

Natasha was in perfect health for the most part. It wasn't as if she drank nearly as often as Tony. She just happened to hold her drink better when she did. She was Russian. Challenging her to a drinking contest was a losing battle no matter which way you looked at it. Some stereotypes she was happy to live up to.

Her fingers curled even more tightly around the balustrade and she was glad that it was thin enough for her to hold onto. Her knuckles had turned white with the effort but she wasn't stopping with the Russian. Even when she moaned she picked right back up with the murmurs. With anything to get him to stay that turned on. Anything to get under his skin as much as he got under hers.

She arched at that touch and her muscles clamped down around him briefly before she released them with a shudder.