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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

I got 2 like five times in a row.

[redinmyledger]

The words didn't quite come out the usual way. It wasn't 'I love you' but it may as well have been. They knew. He knew. He understood that it would never be those three particular words because Natasha had issues with the way 'love' got used. It was overused. It was never enough.

Her fingers slid between his as she tugged his arm tighter around her waist and continued to look out over Paris from their balcony. There was a breather in the mission for them to have a night to themselves, and so this had been her choice. Stay at the hotel. Keep it between them.

[genuinepleasure]

Clint didn't know in the conventional sense of knowing. He had a feeling though. It was deep in his gut. Buried underneath all the insecurity and paranoia he understood how Natasha felt about him. He also knew that her voicing those feelings was next to impossible with her. Getting those words out was tough between them. Clint hadn't exactly volunteered to share them with her either. He was going to sit on them until he could find the right way to say it.

He moved in closer to her and tightened his hold around her waist. He exhaled softly and squinted in the darkness. They didn't have any massive injuries yet, but there was still time for that to happen. "That German dude was dry humping you tonight."

[redinmyledger]

That was all she ever wanted. She needed him to understand without her having to say it. Of course it never stopped her worrying. Never had her taking it for granted that he did just know. Maybe one day she'd tell him. One day when she could find the words without choking on them.

Natasha turned her head slightly so that she could look up at him. The corners of her mouth lifted slightly before she huffed out a laugh. Maybe they didn't have injuries, but it didn't mean they'd come through the mission completely unscathed. Jealousy was always something that hovered between them. "You can take the kill shot tomorrow."

[genuinepleasure]

She could mock his jealousy all she wanted, but she wouldn't be laughing when that douchebag started groping the twins. Either Natasha would rip him a new one or Clint would jump across that goddamn party and take his eyes out with a soup spoon. Normally grabby marks were part of the job. He could handle them, but that guy got under his skin about it. It was like he knew it was pissing Clint off so he did it frequently and with a smile on his face. Fuck the Germans.

Clint glanced at her and nodded. "Damn right I'm taking the kill shot tomorrow. That stupid fuck won't be so smiley when he's got an arrow between his eyes." What a dick.

[redinmyledger]

The German was pushing his luck with Natasha anyway. It was all she could do not to put a fork through his hand when he decided it was fine to slide his hand up under her dress at the table. She always showered thoroughly as soon as they were back at their room. Mission or not, no one was groping her breasts. Only one man had access to those.

She twisted in his arms and pulled Clint into a deep kiss before she looked at him. "It will only ever be you. Nothing else means anything. I hate it, but it's the job. You're not. You're mine."

[genuinepleasure]

Clint had been too focused on the blinking light in the distance. He felt her moving in arms, but he didn't know what she was doing or what she had on her mind. He almost fell on her when she pulled him and bumbled his balance. He caught himself though and leaned into it. He put his hand down on her lower back and let out a slight groan. That was a very good kiss. She pulled back and then she was speaking to him. For a moment he almost didn't follow. She had caught him off guard with the kiss.

Finally he registered her words and out came a lazy smile. He liked that statement. Being claimed by a knockout redhead who could kick your ass and kill most of the people in a single room was kind of hot. He pursed his lips and nodded his head slowly. "Yes, ma'am. I do believe I like being yours. What's that title get me?"

[redinmyledger]

It was still amusing to her that she could still catch him off guard. Surely he knew what to expect by now. Surely he could see what was coming, but no. It made her smile even as she kissed him again but this time she eased into it so that he wouldn't lose his balance this time. She nipped gently at his bottom lip while her fingers pushed up into his hair.

"You mean besides all this and then some? An all access pass... Permission to grope any time outside of office hours. There is the downside of an all too possessive and jealous woman. I will take people apart if they kiss, you, touch you or look at you like they might be considering it."

[genuinepleasure]

"Outside of office hours?" Of course that's the one part that Clint is hung up on. On duty nookie is fun for Clint. A nice handjob for warmth on a particular cold surveillance op is always appreciated. Why is she cutting him off at the knees like this? That just seems cruel and unusual. Plus he needs to torture Coulson when he's being unreasonable to Clint. Sometimes you can't just tell the archer that he can't do things. He will react poorly. He will need to exact revenge against you in the form of fucking his very hot partner in the storage closet closest to Coulson's office.

He did tilt his head after a moment. "Please. Tell me more about this groping and this jealousy streak. I'm very anxious to hear more about that. What am I getting to touch here?" Was he a little bit addicted to the dirty dribble that could come from her lips? Maybe, but she didn't have to know that. As far as she was concerned he was just trying to wind her up for a good time.

[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

[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

[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