Avengers Ficlet: Everything it Its Place (Nathasha/Clint)
I think this is finally the last of the Fandom Stocking stuff. Yes, I wrote Avengers. HET Avengers. Wah??? Now I can devote myself wholeheartedly to xover-exchange, which is so. much. fun. I can't tell you about it, because it's ~secret.~ Just know that there's been a lot of maniacal laughter coming from my corner of the world lately.
Title: Everything In Its Place
Fandom: Avengers
Pairing: Natasha/Clint
Rating: PG-13
Content advisory: Consensual D/s
A/N: Written for Fandom Stocking 2013 for igrockspock. Also available on AO3
Summary: This is the last piece of the puzzle Natasha needs to reassure herself it's all over.
Clint flattens his hand and held it steady, in a modified version of the wordless signals they use in combat. Natasha goes still. Though she’s on her knees, she counts fourteen different ways should could take Clint down before he interrupts.
“I need an answer,” he says as he narrows his eyes at Natasha. He turns his hand over and motions her up. When they’re face to face, he holds up a blindfold. “Yes or no?”
Natasha ignores the blindfold and stares at Clint instead. He stares back, impassive. She knows him well enough to catch any little slip, but there’s nothing. His control is perfect.
Natasha’s body releases the last of the tension it’s been holding onto for days, since the words, “Barton’s been compromised” buried themselves inside her like an arrow. Clint is in complete control of himself again, and if she allows it, he could be in complete control of her tonight.
Natasha bows her head. “Yes,” she says. “I’m ready.”
Title: Everything In Its Place
Fandom: Avengers
Pairing: Natasha/Clint
Rating: PG-13
Content advisory: Consensual D/s
A/N: Written for Fandom Stocking 2013 for igrockspock. Also available on AO3
Summary: This is the last piece of the puzzle Natasha needs to reassure herself it's all over.
Clint flattens his hand and held it steady, in a modified version of the wordless signals they use in combat. Natasha goes still. Though she’s on her knees, she counts fourteen different ways should could take Clint down before he interrupts.
“I need an answer,” he says as he narrows his eyes at Natasha. He turns his hand over and motions her up. When they’re face to face, he holds up a blindfold. “Yes or no?”
Natasha ignores the blindfold and stares at Clint instead. He stares back, impassive. She knows him well enough to catch any little slip, but there’s nothing. His control is perfect.
Natasha’s body releases the last of the tension it’s been holding onto for days, since the words, “Barton’s been compromised” buried themselves inside her like an arrow. Clint is in complete control of himself again, and if she allows it, he could be in complete control of her tonight.
Natasha bows her head. “Yes,” she says. “I’m ready.”