Past the Mission - locked to nolongeracarny

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She couldn't help wondering how much more blood a living person could lose before they weren't so living anymore. She'd been though this before so many times she'd lost count. No, that was a lie she never forgot when someone died on her watch. She got on with her life and eventually they faded away. The job always came first. Always.

This was different. This was...him.

Natasha used every ounce of energy she had to get Barton out of the line of fire. Everything became such a clusterfuck so fast she hardly had time to think. No exit strategy. No back up. Clint may as well have been dead weight the way she had to carry him to the nearest shelter.

Natasha Romanoff stopped believing in God decades ago, but that didn't stop her from pulling Clint into the one place she knew wouldn't sell them out to get slaughtered. She looked up at the cross on the mission house door, pauses half a second before she kicked the door open and dragged them both inside.

It was a good thing she didn't care about God, because the next thought in her head would have pissed Him off. 

Fuck you, Budapest. Fuck you forever.

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[kick-ass-curls.livejournal.com]

That's all the encouragement she needs. Natasha has to remind herself of his injuries. He's still healing and she can't just attack him the way she wants to. They've been through so much together, forging a connection she doesn't really understand. Or question. He makes her better, that's all that matters. This...it can only make them better, right?

Tasha shifts to the side, easily slinking out of the rest of her clothes without much effort. "Good, because I want you, too." She presses her lips to his before she loses her nerve to go for something she thought she could never have.

[nolongeracarny]

Of course he's still healing. It might take a while for him to fully heal. Hopefully it happened before they got out of this damnable place. "Good..." It's a soft murmur even as he kisses her back, arm wrapping around her.

[kick-ass-curls.livejournal.com]

She's afraid to put her weight on him until he has his arms around her. Natasha gingerly rest her body on his, making note of any indication of pain over pleasure before she starts exploring his mouth with her tongue. She wants this, more than almost anything, but she wants to not hurt him more than that.

[nolongeracarny]

If he was in pain there was no indication of it. She wasn't putting any pressure on him so far. He gives a low moan into her mouth, pressing his body up against hers a bit, pulling her a bit closer if that was even possible.

[kick-ass-curls.livejournal.com]

There's still a thin blanket or a sheet, Natasha's not sure which, between them. As he pulls her more tightly too him her body reacts before her mind can, hips rocking against him gently at first, gaining intensity as she curls her tongue around his. They don't have to rush, she doesn't want to. Tasha's waited so long for her chance to be with him she wants it to last.

[nolongeracarny]

There's a low groan out of him and he lets his hands roam over her sides, pulling her down a bit more. Leaning up enough he kisses her deeper, tangling his tongue with hers. He has no intentions of rushing any of this. He just knows that it feels good.

[kick-ass-curls.livejournal.com]

Natasha lets out a small squeak of pleasure as she's pulled closer to him. Her body is screaming at her, burning to get to the main event and every single inch of her skin prickles with goosebumps but...no. She swallows back a frustrated cry, deepening the kiss to the point she had trouble breathing.

[nolongeracarny]

That squeak gets a slight smile out of him and he tries not to laugh. Laughing would hurt anyway. So he's going to do his damnedest not to do that. Those hands continue along her skin before he presses himself up against her.

Though he does give a whimpered groan of pleasure into that kiss. "...Fuck."

[kick-ass-curls.livejournal.com]

He may not be able to laugh but she can. Tasha pulls her lips away, looking him over slowly as she smirks. "That wasn't fucking." She pulls herself away from laying on him, gently tugging away the layer of cloth separating their bodies from being skin-to-skin. Natasha leans her exposed body against him gently, returning her lips to his after teasingly asking. "You do know how this works, don't you?"

[nolongeracarny]

"I know how this works, Tasha," he says giving a slight laugh which was really a bad idea but he didn't care. The moment her body is against his, he can't help but but give a low moan and kisses her, nipping her bottom lip.

"How can you ask such a thing?"

[kick-ass-curls.livejournal.com]

"I don't know, you hit your head pretty hard." She gazes at him, a near blissful smile on her face before he kisses her again. Natasha lets out a frenzied needy gasp, her hips pressing tighter to his without much thought on her part, silently begging though she won't say a word.

"Are you sure you want this?" She asks one last time, part of her terrified this will ruin everything they are if they take this step.

[nolongeracarny]

"I know how hard I hit my head," he says watching her before kissing her again, a bit harder. There's a soft groan out of him at the feel of those hips pressing down against him.

"I'm sure I want this, Natasha." He'd wanted this for a while now just never said anything. There was a time where he'd thought he'd ruin their friendship with something like this. However, that's the furthest thing from his mind.

[kick-ass-curls.livejournal.com]

She's afraid of that, too but suddenly the way his voice sounds saying her name and the way his lips feel against hers are the only thing that matters.

This isn't a mistake, this can not possibly be a mistake. It won't change anything.

So why is she frozen, unable to shift her body that extra inch it will take to fully connect with his? It's just sex. Tasha internally scolds herself, but she knows it isn't true. It's sex with him, the one man that changed everything she was.