[Natasha's spent so much of her life disappearing under covers, playing shell games with her identity. Clint had been a breath of fresh air, undeniably and obviously himself. She can't imagine her life without him.
She lets out an appreciative hum as she feels the way his tongue moves in her, hips arching as he teases her clit. A quiet laugh escapes her mouth on the edge of a shaky breath.] If you were just aiming to get between my thighs, challenging me to spar with you would've worked too.
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She lets out an appreciative hum as she feels the way his tongue moves in her, hips arching as he teases her clit. A quiet laugh escapes her mouth on the edge of a shaky breath.] If you were just aiming to get between my thighs, challenging me to spar with you would've worked too.