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The Pieces of Me

By the time they finished breakfast the food had gone cold, but Clint swore it was still better than what he had been living on the past few weeks. Afterwards, as tempting as it was to stay in bed all day, he had struggled into his clothes and met her in the kitchen while she cleaned up. A shower and a change of clothes sounded like about the best thing ever at that point, and he had been pleasantly surprised when she told him he didn’t have to go far to accomplish that.

Despite his absence Tony had made sure that Clint had his own apartment inside the tower as well, and he hadn’t taken care of just the furnishings. There would be clothes in the closet as well, and likely in the proper size. Tony had probably stolen his measurements from his SHIELD file for uniforms.

Clint had insisted that he would be back, that he wasn’t planning to stay in his new place, but Natasha had accompanied him anyway to the room. He didn’t argue.

“Have you seen the place?” he asked as he stopped outside of the door. “Should I be scared?”

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Natasha exhaled and whispered his name again as he entered her. She broke the kiss as her forehead rest on his shoulder briefly and she took in the feel of him filling her once more. It had been so long and while it seemed the world around them had changed, this hadn't. It still felt right. Still felt like they belonged together.

There was an urge once more to say everything that had been building and lingering since Barton had appeared in her apartment the night before but the words were dying on her lips and the only thing that seemed to matter was their joined bodies.

Natasha teased her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck and brought her head back up so she could look at him.

For a long moment he didn’t move, just letting her adjust to him, letting himself enjoy the feeling of her muscles tight around him. Nothing else ever mattered when they were like this; not the past, not the future, not the world around them. There was only the present, only now, and only them, their bodies, their breaths, their heartbeats.

He met her gaze when she tilted her head back and he thought he could get lost in her eyes, so dark and expressive. Bringing one hand to her face he brushed her hair back behind her ear before cupping her cheek, his thumb brushing softly over her skin. “Tasha...” he murmured, otherwise unmoving.

Natasha's mouth formed a slight smile as he said her name before her teeth caught her bottom lip and she let out a quiet hum as he caressed her. No, nothing else mattered. No time was passing. No time had passed. It was just the two of them. She smiled again, her own fingers sliding down to move over his back and spine, once more mapping the familiar muscles that moved beneath his skin.

She leaned forward and brushed her lips, not quite a kiss so that she didn't have to break the gaze. Ever since she first saw him, saw those piercing blue eyes, she knew something was going to change. She had struggled to trust anyone and then SHIELD had sent this archer after her and in the midst of fighting, she had realised she could trust him. He'd given her a second chance.

The mood was so heavy, so intense, that Clint thought the weight of it might crush him. He couldn’t think, could barely breathe, and her eyes held him in an unbreakable gaze, not that he wanted to break free.

He thought he could stay like this forever, sheathed in her warmth and lost in her eyes, but slowly he began to move in short thrusts, barely pulling out before pushing in again.

Her mouth was parted in a permanent silent moan as he moved, each stroke however short causing a near unbearable friction. The build to this moment, the wait to be with Clint again, heightened every sensation. She was just as equally lost in his eyes, her mind filled with nothing but him. His scent, his touch, his warmth, his taste.

She kissed him as much as she dared, wanting to hold his gaze as much as she could. They were joined now. So much more than partners and teammates. How did they ever think that they could keep the physical seperate the the professional? There was nowhere left for Natasha to hide now. Everything she felt was written across her face and in her eyes, in each breath she took and touch of his skin.

Being this close to her, being surrounded by her in every way, Clint couldn’t recall why he had been so resistant. How could he have thought that this would have been a bad idea in any way? How could it further confuse things, or be too fast or be the wrong choice when it felt so right? This was where he belonged; with her was where he belonged, and there was no doubt she felt the same. He could see it in her eyes, could feel it in her touch. This wasn’t just need or desire; it wasn’t just reassurance that he was okay and he was back. There was so much more to it, it was so much deeper, stronger.

He picked up the pace a little, a few pleasured noises escaping his lips. Somewhere along the line Natasha had become the most important part of his life, the one thing he never wanted to be without, and he was tired of pretending otherwise.

She could never really claim it took her by surprise. That these feelings for Clint that ran so deep had snuck up on her. Everything she had done, everything they'd had contributed to it. Natasha had only ever lied about being able to keep work separated from pleasure. With Clint, the lines were bound to blur. They opened up a path they couldn't come back from and right now, she knew she didn't want to. She didn't want to go back to how it had been. She wanted to push ahead and find out what it could be.

Natasha moaned his name quietly. There was no chance of them being overheard but the atmosphere that had been created kept them relatively muted. She drew him in for another kiss, her hands roaming over his back as she tried to touch all of him at once.

Their relationship had been a slow burn from the complicated beginning. Respect, trust, affection; it had all built over time, gradually strengthening and changing and becoming more than either of them had ever expected. That journey wasn’t over, though. They could try to stop it, try to turn back, but they had wasted enough time with that. It was time to move forward, to continue on, and see where it took them.

Clint couldn’t remember it ever being this slow and intense and honest. Their every thoughts and feelings were spoken through touch and looks and the barest whisper of a name. He kissed her, fingers tangling in her hair while the other hand rest on her hip as they moved. His breath was coming shallower, his heart rate increasing, but he didn’t want to stop kissing her even to breathe.

Natasha felt a torrent of emotion as they continued to move together, as if expressing her feelings and everything she couldn't yet verbalise was going to overwhelm her if she didn't do it right then. If she couldn't get Clint to understand on some level that it really was only ever him, that it was always going to be him. No one else could have ever burrowed themselves so deep under her armour and layers of masks.

She didn't want the kisses to stop either. She didn't want anything to stop. She tried to pull Clint even closer, and wrap herself further around him as their mouths connected in a passionate kiss that sent sparks shooting through every nerve in her body. She let him swallow a moan as her body tightened around him, holding him in place for just a moment before the kiss broke and their eyes met again.

She held him so close, so tight, that he could hardly move but it didn’t matter. Holding her body flush against his, being buried so deep inside her, was enough, especially when she kissed him like that. His heart felt fit to burst with all the emotion that was building up inside of him, all the things he wanted to say but couldn’t seem to find the words to do so.

They had been separated before on missions, many a times, but the reunions had never been like this. There had been relief and reassurance, happiness and desire, but this was all of those things and more.

Breathing heavily against her lips when they parted Clint tried to say something, anything, but her eyes were so close and and so large and emotional that he thought he might fall right into them and drown. “Tash, I...” he managed but his voice was too thick and he couldn’t finish. He hoped she knew anyway.

Her breath was ragged and her voice cracked as she moaned, the emotions brought forward by knowing what he had been about to say - or at least hoping it was what she assumed - threatening to drown Natasha. She gave a nod as her hand gripped the back of his neck tightly and she moved forward just a little as she tried to take him even further in. "Me too, Clint. Bozhe moi, me too."

Again she kissed him deeply, letting the archer swallow the moans for her as she gripped the edge of the counter with her other hand. Her hips rolled as she moved with him, each thrust bringing them closer and closer.

Natasha's body trembled and tightened in warning, her teeth scraping against his bottom lip before she broke the kiss. "Clint, I'm--" She was close. So very, very close and she needed him to dive over that edge with her.

She understood; even without him saying it she got it, knew what he had been trying to say. Better than that, she felt the same way. Clint felt his breath catch in his throat and it wasn’t entirely because of what she was doing to his body. She loved him; all this time of trying to keep feelings out of it, of thinking they would only complicate matters... nothing in the world seemed so simple than that. They were two sides of the same coin: in the field they complimented each other’s strengths and covered the weaknesses; as friends there was a sense of trust and comfort that was difficult to find; in the bedroom no one else could even compare. Love was the one piece that had been missing, and it felt just as natural as all the rest once he’d let himself accept it.

She moved again in earnest and he matched her rhythm, moving with her as one, one hand gripping her thigh, holding her tight around him. The kiss itself was almost overwhelming and he met her moans with some of his own but they were lost in the moment with the words left unspoken.

He felt her getting close, time and distance having done nothing to take away the memory of how her body reacted. He knew what she wanted, knew she wanted him to fall with her, and he wouldn’t disappoint. He pushed harder, deeper, letting every sensation wash over him; the taste of her lips, the sheer weight of the whole experience, the clench of her muscles around him. It was only fitting that this time, this first time with such naked feeling, they reached that height together.

In that moment words seemed overrated. They did need to talk. They did need to perhaps work out what this change meant, but to Natasha, nothing matched the feeling of knowing that he loved her. That she could express that same love in return. That their bodies could truly move as one and it had taken on a knew dimension now that neither of them was holding back.

Natasha didn't pull him into a kiss as she finally let herself come undone, her gaze holding his as best she could when her body started to tremble around him and drown from the delicious waves of pleasure that crashed over them both. Her hands cupped his jaw and she brushed only a faint kiss as she smiled when it felt like her body might just go falling back against the sink.

Clint tried to hold her gaze but found it impossible to keep his eyes open with her clenching and trembling around him, pushing him to his own climax. He continued to move with her, carrying them both through and prolonging the intense pleasure that was coursing through his entire body. Only when that last wave washed over them and he felt her going slack did he stop, his arms moving around her again to hold her up and keep her close.

Yes, they needed to talk, but right now he thought their bodies had said all that was needed in the moment. Slowly opening his eyes he returned her smile before lowering his head to rest on her shoulder.

Natasha rubbed her fingers over the back of his neck in a soothing gesture even as she moved her head to rest her cheek on his shoulder. For a long moment there was nothing going through her mind. It was a blank as the sheer ecstasy and relief of being able to finally show him how she felt kept her quiet. That, and the surprise that it wasn't as hard as she'd thought. It wasn't the end of the world. It wasn't the undoing of a friendship.

Natasha licked at her lips as she worked on slowing down her breathing, a smile that seemed like it wasn't going to fade still playing across her features. She hugged Clint a little tighter before turning her head to kiss his cheek. "I guess we're skipping the shower."

It felt good to just hold her as they came down off their high, to feel her skin smooth against his, her heartbeat as it gradually slowed. For a long while the only sound in the room was that of their breathing and Clint thought he could stay like this, still sheathed in her warmth, her fingers soothing his skin. Of course they couldn’t stay forever.

Smiling at her words he slowly lifted his head to meet her eyes. Along with the travel grime he was now covered in sweat, so he probably needed a shower more than ever. “How about a bath instead?” he replied, only half joking.

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