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the SHOWER SEX meme
> Your character is in the shower with another character because they're close enough to do that together.

> You're helping each other get clean.

> You start getting freaky. Maybe this is the sequel to earlier sex or just unwinding after a bad week.
> If you're from a canon that is set in the olden days or a world without showers, you're in a bath or a hot springs or a bathhouse.

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( It's not often she tells him that, not often she speaks of love because she can't. Clint? He understands that, he understands how hard it can be to love,how scary it sounds forming the words and he wouldn't take it for granted.

He presses into her, groans at the tight, slick heat that surrounds his cock, presses his lips to hers carefully and smiles after although it's shaky and disorganised because he's breathing hard and trying to find some composure. )

I know.

( He does, he knows how much she cares even when she doesn't say it. He sees it written in her body language when they're alone. He rocks hips, slips in and out with an easy, steady glide and presses his forehead to hers, nudges his nose against her nose. )

I love you too.

[ She shudders even though it's impossibly warm here, surrounded by him and heat and the warmth of the water. The press of his body, the easy slide between their bodies and it's hard no to feel like she's drowning, hemmed in.

But it's not confinement. She knows that, lets her eyes close as her fingertips press into the meat of his back. Her mouth falling open, just a little, tasting water and steam and how much she wants to come on his cock, to feel him inside her and shatter. ]

I missed this.

[ She murmurs, soft. ]

( He's not going to last long; not after the build up, she makes him loose his mind in the best of ways. He's no fool, but for her he is. For her he's a god damn idiot because what they're doing is far more dangerous than any mission they've faced.

He hushes her, steals her words in a crash of lips and tongue, one hand pins her hip to the wall, the other slips down between them to circle the pad of his finger around her clit.

When she comes he wants it to be with him, share the same rhythm, share the loss of control. )

[ Water and slick means the press of his finger at her clit just isn't enough; it makes her gasp and shudder and clench down on him again, but the friction is lost in just how wet she is. Natasha tries to angle herself so she can press back, encourage him; moans at the next drag out and push back in, can feel the head of him just brush again that bundle of nerves inside her. ]

More.

[ It comes out quiet, on the heel of a soft keen. ]

Please.

( She asked for more and Clint indulges, growls in frustration and somehow manages to lift her up, gets enough leverage to adjust his angle. He wraps her up in his arms, buries his face in her neck and groans.

She's, she's perfect, she feels perfect and Clint does love her. Natasha is his match in every way.

He licks the water from her neck, nips at the soft skin gently and he's skirting the lines of loosing control. )

Always.

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