The Pieces of Me

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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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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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."

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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.