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The Domestic Meme

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THE LIST!
01] baby
Suddenly, there's a new addition to your family! Are you expecting? Adopting? Struggling to find the perfect name for your child? Or maybe you're up at a ridiculous hour in the morning because they're crying like crazy.

02] just married
Congratulations! You and your loved (?) one are about to start a whole new life together! It's time for the honeymoon...

03] house hunting
Are you seeking out an apartment? A dream house? Or just any old place, as long as you're with your other? Make sure to weigh your options very carefully...

04] household chores
It's time to clean/cook/garden/take care of something! Do you work together, or does one of you hide until everything is done?

05] shopping
Whether it's for furniture, groceries, or something in between, shopping is something that everybody must do at some point in time! What varies is if they like it or not.

06] family vacation
WE'RE OFF TO DIDNEY WOOOOOOOOORL or wherever
... well, as long as the kids are happy, right...? You may not be happy (or maybe you are), but it's mainly about ~family bonding~.

07] romantic retreat
It's you and your loved one's anniversary, and you decide it's time to take some time off and take them somewhere nice, where you only have each other.

08] comfort
Is somebody sick in bed? Or perhaps they just had a bad day? Sometimes, a good breakfast in bed or a home-cooked meal can really lift the spirits! Or perhaps you want to try medicine, or laughter, or something else?

09] pet
Suddenly, you have another addition to the family! Is it a puppy? A kitty? A fierce dragon? Whatever it is, make sure to give it a name and to take good care of it!

10] holiday
Happy birthday/New Years/Christmas/Valentine's Day/whatever! It's a very special day that only comes once a year, so make it count!

11] argument
Oh, no, who left the stove on... Or maybe it's about why they were out late last night? Either way, there is a lot of tension today, and one of you may or may not be sleeping on the couch tonight.

12] making up
It's time to make amends for that fight/divorce/whatever you had before! After all, you love each other... right?

13] surprise, surprise
You are feeling rather loving tonight, so you want to remind the other person how much you cherish and appreciate them... if it's by something cute and adorable or hot and sexy is completely up to you.

14] proposal
~~SHUT UP THIS TOTALLY FITS~~ You've been with your other for what feels like forever, and finally you want to tie the knot with them. Will you go down on one knee before them, or get a little creative?

15] other
I know I'm forgetting like a bajillion and one different things here, so this is the option for that!

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Natasha noted Clint’s reaction and while it was always satisfying she felt now probably wasn’t the best time to get him worked up. At least it seemed like the awkwardness had finally passed.

“Yes, but only if it is because the dessert is too sweet. I don’t want anyone getting sick off the dinner itself,” she said, lowering her hand and turning to retrieve her wine. Taking another sip, she paused with the glass still at her lips when he apologised again. Apparently the awkwardness had not passed.

Part of her wanted to ask just what he had thought, wanted to know what he wanted, but she wasn’t sure she was ready to know. “Not tonight,” she said quietly, lowering the glass. “Let’s not talk about it now.”

"Nobody will get sick, the dinner will be fine." Why did he sound so distant? Oh right because of this point they'd somehow got to because of him putting his foot in everything as usual.

He got the message, loud and clear as she completely blew him off and he nodded, squared his shoulders and turned to look away from her. He couldn't do it, he wanted to tell her everything, wanted to tell her what she meant to him, how much he loved her, how much he wanted her all the time like an addiction he couldn't cure himself of.

"Okay." That hurt, that one simple word showed how submissive he really was but he was determined to play it off, he even faked a smile as he cocked his head over his shoulder.

Clint was not good at playing subtle in situations like these, no. But he tried, he busied his hands with preparing the cake mix, he made sure to keep himself to himself and to sip his wine slowly in between measuring mix and carefully mixing it together. It was fine, he'd get over it, he always did even if this time felt different.

"The wine's good." Idle small talk never suited him.

He tried to brush it off as nothing, but Natasha knew him too well and she could see how much she had hurt him. Turning away as well, while he took care of the cake she busied herself by retrieving the eggplant out of the freezer and working on the vegetable dish. It may have busied her hands but not her mind.

How had she gone from making him smile the way he had to making him miserable in the span of only a few minutes? What was wrong with her? Well, that was a loaded question, as there was so much wrong with her she didn’t even know where to start, but Clint was the one right thing in her life so why couldn’t she fully give in to him?

Dumping all the ingredients together in a bowl, Natasha placed it in the fridge and washed her hands. “Yes, it’s very good,” she said, wincing at the awkward conversation. Turning to face him she watched his back for a moment, convinced she could see the tension in his shoulders even as he tried to push past it. It was too much.

Crossing the distance she hesitated a moment before laying a hand gently on his back. “I’m sorry...”

He heard her moving around behind him, a torrent of noise that shouldn't have been that loud but it was. Until he felt the hand on his back and what, her apologizing?

No, something wasn't right with this picture.

He took a breath, turned slowly and caught her hand in his before she could pull away. "It's not you, don't apologize" He shrugged, the age old line of 'it's not you it's me' sounded pathetic but really, it wasn't her.

There was no flaws Clint could find, nothing he would recoil from. They both had a history, both had issues and problems and both as broken as each other but the fact that they were in this together made everything easy. Clint could forget the bad upbringing, all of his flaws because she was by his side.

It was him and his ridiculous ideas of a normal life.

"I don't want to push you, y'know." He managed a meak smile, stroking a thumb along the back of her hand softly, catching her eyes. "I just want the fantasy of us being normal to last a bit longer, just a stupid ideal I need to get over."

When he turned and took her hand she didn’t pull away. She wanted to protest, but what could she say? That it was her? That she was too afraid to be open about their relationship, too afraid of losing what they had, too afraid of admitting to herself how important he was to her? She couldn’t admit it, couldn’t admit any of it because she was still figuring it out in her head and in her heart. So she let him hold her hand and meet her eyes and she let him take the blame for all the awkwardness between them.

“It’s not stupid,” she said softly. “It just... isn’t us. We don’t get to be normal.” To her credit it was said with a hint of sadness and regret. “But what we have...” her brow furrowed slightly as she tried to make her words work. “It’s more than that. We don’t need what everyone else has.”

Even if there were days that she wanted it.

Well, that was harsh, even if deep down he understood it he couldn't help but feel like she'd just punched him on the nose.

He sighed, nodded, smiled. Everything to try and fix this, raised her fingers to his lips and pressed a kiss to them softly. "Then I guess I'm sorry it isn't for us." He did understand, he really did, he just couldn't help feeling like his fantasy world came crashing down around him and couldn't be repaired.

"I know, I just wish we had what everyone else had, but I'm content" No he wasn't content, not truely, but he could be for her, because everything was for her.

He let her hand drop, turned slowly with a smile and continued working on his baking. Fool, idiot, yeah he was all of the above and so much more. Maybe his fantasy world really needed a reality check before he did something stupid like telling her something she wouldn't be able to deal with. It wasn't them. "Do you think sprinkles are over the top?" Back to business, when in doubt, retreat.

She’d done it again, she could see it in his eyes; it seemed all she was doing tonight was hurting him and ruining everything. What good was it keeping their relationship secret if she managed to destroy it beyond repair?

She watched him raise her hand to his lips, her heart beating a little faster when he kissed her fingers. It was the little things like that that got her, the sweet things that most men didn’t bother with. It was also those things that made her wish that they could have what everyone else had.

“Clint...” she said his name quietly but didn’t know how to follow up. What could she say to that? That maybe they could be normal some day? That she knew he was lying? He wasn’t content, because if he was they wouldn’t be having this conversation in the first place. He wanted more, and she wasn’t sure she could give him more.

She let him drop his hand, let him turn away, unsure what else could be said right now. She wanted to reach out to him again, to somehow make it all better, but she knew it would take more than she could offer him tonight. “Sprinkles are never over the top,” she said instead and moved to check on the chicken. Maybe she couldn’t make it better tonight, but later she was sure going to try.

He spent the rest of the time making small talk, laughing along with certain things she retorted with but it didn't feel the same. The easiness had gone and he put it down to himself and his stupidity.

Clint took his time making sure everyone had food on their plates before he finally sat down to eat, making small talk with Bruce, listening to Tony talk about some new contraption. He'd kept his hands to himself like a good boy even though for the majority of the dinner he felt Natasha's leg nudging his and only once dropped a hand to squeeze her knee gently. Two bottles of wine later and Clint was starting to feel pretty happy although it was all illusion and he knew that after washing up and cleaning the kitchen they were going to have to talk, or maybe this awkward patch would continue all night.

Either way he still went with her, carting their wine glasses and the spare bottle with him. It was in the elevator up where he finally broke their stoic silence under the weight of alcohol. "Dinner went well, you were right, those dishes were good."

A lame talking point, but the elevator was no place to have a meaningful discussion.

For her part Natasha hadn’t let on even the slightest that anything was off. She traded the usual banter with Tony and spoke easily with Steve, but only when she felt Clint’s gentle touch did she let herself inwardly relax as well. She knew everything wasn’t fixed, that there were still issues they needed to discuss, but it made her feel that they were at least okay, at least for now.

She was grateful when he broke the silence, even if it was just to speak about dinner. She hadn’t had nearly as much to drink as Clint but it was enough that she could at least feel it, if only a little. “You sound surprised. I am often right,” she tried for a easy, joking reply. It still felt strained.

When the lift stopped on her floor she stepped out, grateful to be in her own space again yet unsure whether to anticipate or dread what was to come.

He was still sober, still held it together to be able to have an intelligent conversation. He just felt a little more relaxed than before. Though that could have also been down to the fact that dinner went without any problems and in their true secretive fashion he still managed to have contact with her.

"Not surprised, I know you're right, it's why I don't argue unless I'm positive." He smiled, nudging her softly. Okay so they were currently in semi-crisis mode, didn't mean he couldn't still have a sense of humour.

That almost changed as he followed her slowly, placing the glasses and the wine bottle down, sliding hands into the pockets of his jeans. "Earlier I meant what I said, it's okay, I'm okay with whatever." Lies. This time he was far more confident that his voice or body language wouldn't betray him. "I mean it would be nice to have more but I get it Tasha, just having you like this is enough." For now, but what happened when it wasn't enough? What happened when he really grew tired of this and needed more? Would that time ever come? He wasn't sure he could answer any of those questions.

He did reach out for her hand, curling fingers around hers, pulling her into him softly. This was supposed to be a nice relaxing evening just the two of them, this wasn't meant to dissolve into an argument over Clint's damn dreams and aspirations. "What we have is good, it works.." He pressed lips softly to her forehead, unsure whether the contact would be welcomed, if she was angry at him for spoiling what should have been an easy day.

His joke made her relax slightly. Maybe they could just let it be as is, maybe they didn’t have to discuss it right now. They could just go back to how things had been, just enjoying their time together exactly how it was.

Of course she was only lying to herself, just as she was sure Clint was lying when he broached the subject again. He played it off well, she had to give him that, and had she not seen how much it had affected him him the kitchen then she might have believed him now.

Deep down she knew it wasn’t true, though. He was obviously willing to put up with her faults and her need for secrecy, but now that he had that wish for normalcy in his heart she knew it wouldn’t just go away. A time would come when what they had just wasn’t enough any more.

She didn’t want to think about that now, though, not when the future seemed so far off and all they had for a long time was tonight. So she let him draw her close, smiled a little when he kissed her forehead, and without a word on the subject, or any subject, she crushed her lips to his and kissed him for all she was worth.

It was hard to distinguish if she was kissing him like that because of what he said or if it was a distraction away from a sore topic point, either way he'd always be willing no matter what the cause.

She tasted heavily of wine and lingering chocolate and his hand blindly sought out her other, now clasping them both in his and walking her backwards, counting his paces like movements on a mission until he turned them and perched on the edge of her bed, pulling her softly into his lap.

He broke the kiss, trailed lips to the colume of her throat, dropped her hands to run fingers up her sides, tracing her ribs. "Well, that was one way to give me an answer." He smirked, that typical wolfish grin lost in the skin of her neck until his expression turned slightly more serious. "I want you so much right now." Yeah way to state the obvious Clint.

She didn’t have to worry about whether he would give in or not, whether he would insist they talk this through and she was grateful for that. She followed his urgings, stepping backwards as he guided her, trusting him to guide her safely as he always did; never once did her lips leave his.

When he sat on the bed she settled easily on his lap, one hand moving to his shoulder and the other threading through his hair as his lips travelled down her neck. She swore she could feel him smile against her skin and it caused her to smile in return, though he couldn’t see it. “Best way to answer,” she said, running the hand from his shoulder down over his back. She shifted against him, the material of their jeans rubbing together harshly. “You’ve been very patient.”

She was speaking of today, of all her teasing in the store and the car, but in light of more recent conversation it could also be applied to their relationship as a whole from the very day they met. She hadn’t been easy to get to know nor to grow to care about, she wouldn’t think, but he had put up with her through thick and thin. Patient didn’t seem a strong enough word.

He wanted to talk about it, wanted to go through the motions but he couldn't bring himself to dredge it back up, not now he'd finally got her balanced in his lap and with her full attention.

It would ruin the mood.

"Patient for you" He made it sound non-chalent but it was true, he had been there through everything, had watched her become something new and all of that had to do with his patience. So why was he trying to change their dynamic when he'd been patient all this time? He couldn't answer that one so he didn't try, simply pressed lips back to hers and pushed the material of her shirt up so his fingers could rest on bare skin.

Maybe this was fine, this was them, sneaking off to be alone, playing pretend. They didn't need to change, he didn't need to tell her how much he cared about her, didn't need to scare her away with talk of love or a real spoken relationship.

He stopped thinking, cut it off and slowly rolled her hips into his. No time for woes.

She knew it was true. Yes, he was a patient person, he had to be considering his job, but sitting around watching a mark for hours was completely different than being patient with someone personally. He had been patient with her, though, and it was because of that that she was the woman she was today. She wouldn’t be alive if not for him, but he had done more than just spare her life. He had molded her, changed her, helped her become more than just a weapon, more than her programing had ever let her believe she could be. He saw past all her masks and her lies and helped her become someone... human, someone who could think for her self and care for others. She wasn’t sure if he ever understood the gravity of the debt she owed him, but it was about so much more than her life.

“Mmm, I think that...” she spoke between kisses, “deserves a reward...”

Catching the hem of his shirt with her fingers, she broke the kiss and pulled his shirt up over his head before pushing him down onto his back on the bed. Dipping her head she trailed kisses down his chest, her red tresses following the path her lips made.

Rewards. He generally liked her rewards more than anyone elses. Especially in situations like this, Fury offering him a weeks vacation as a reward came no where close. No chance. He'd swap all his vacation time for one reward from Natasha.

He was blind for a moment, struggling to catch his breath through his soft laughter and smiles as he lay back, reaching down to brush her hair back from her face so he could watch, follow her lips along his skin and jesus he thought if he died now he'd die a very happy man, once again that much was obvious by the bulge in his jeans and the way his breath hitched.

"Oh jesus, I'm so damn happy I'm a patient person right now." He laughed, low in the back of his throat until he had to sit back on his elbows as the position was putting strain on his eyes and no, he didn't want to miss this for the world.

She felt his hands in her hair but she didn’t let it distract her, though her lips did curl up into a smile at his words and his laughter. She hated hurting him, she hated that she had the ability to upset him so easily, so hearing him laugh and say he was happy dispelled any lingering bad feelings she had from earlier. The discussion wasn’t over, she knew that, but for now it could be forgotten and she could focus on making him feel good, and herself as well.

“I can see how happy you are,” she said, sitting up and meeting his gaze. Reaching behind her she put her hands on his thighs and pushed his legs further apart before sliding from his lap to kneel on the floor between them, her eyes never leaving his. “But you won’t have to be patient for much longer.” Unfastening the button of his jeans, she slowly lowered the zipper before tugging the material down over his hips.

The discussion would be well forgotten if she carried on her descent, which she seemed to be doing so Clint was distracted enough to literally forget about everything. Natasha was probably the only woman he'd ever been with you had the ability to turn his brain to mush.

He chuckled softly, supporting himself on his elbows, lifting hips to allow an easier removal of his pants. "Good because having you kneeling in front of me is one desire I can't be patient for. Ever." He nodded, reaching down to push her hair behind her ear, sliding fingers along her cheek in an utterly affectionate manner.

The gaze was burning, he watched her so much, pretending to be whatever the fuck she needed or wanted to be, whatever animal she was channeling, whatever persona she was playing, but nothing compared to being alone like this and seeing her true colours shine.

Natasha couldn’t help but laugh at his words, her smile broadening. It had never been this easy, this enjoyable, with anyone else. Before Clint sex had been more of a means to an end, an act to perform to get what she wanted, but he had taught her it could be fun, it could be something to revel in, something that could make her feel good in more ways than one. Just another of the many things in life he had made her see differently.

His touch was gentle and her smile softened slightly. Turning her face into his hand, she kissed his palm before meeting his eyes again and getting back to her task until she tossed his jeans off to the side. “So you like to see me on my knees, hmm?” she purred, placing her hands on his knees and running them up his thighs.

That was the beauty of them being friends as well as partners, everything came easy when you did everything with someone you considered your best friend, including braking fraternization rules and tumbling into bed with them, but hey Clint was only human.

"Only for me, I mean, I prefer you in my lap but knees are my second favourite." His grin was wolfish, he had to stop his knee from moving under her touch, keeping her gaze held with his.

"You should stop teasing me now before my patience wears thin.." He wasn't adversed to getting up, dragging her onto the bed and getting on his own damn knees just to watch her fall apart.

That grin, that wolfish grin, only fanned the spark of desire in the pit of her stomach causing the warmth to spread. No other man could make her feel this way with just a smile.

“I prefer your lap as well,” she said, removing the last stitch of clothing he wore, “But first thing is first. I would hate for your patience to wear thin, you have been so good so far.” Finally her hands were upon him, stroking the length of him before flicking her tongue just over his very tip. Now it was Natasha’s turn to grin at him devilishly before taking him into her mouth.

And there it was, if Clint listened carefully he was pretty sure there was a choir of angels singing some place, or maybe that was just through the white noise in his ears. Whatever right.

He tried hard to be good, reached to card fingers through her hair softly but jesus, honestly? He couldn't be that good when she was on her knees doing, well, that.

He tangled fingers into the curls, falling back against the bed with a heavy sigh, "Jesus Tasha, best reward ever." Submissive? Clint? Well yeah, just a little bit but hey, he guessed it came naturally to a woman who was akin to a widow. At least he'd survived being in her bed, most didn't have that priviledge.

Natasha’s only response to his words was to hum around him while she continued to work her magic. It gave her great satisfaction to have such an effect on him, and only increased her own desire. She increased her tempo slightly, working him with her hand, her lips, her tongue before slowling down to take him in deeply.

Okay nope this wasn't going to work at all. No. He tried to breath through it, thinking of Fury completely naked with just his eyepatch on, dead kittens, but no. Well if thinking about Fury didn't do it dead kittens certainly wouldn't. He tugged on her curls softly, groaning both from what she was doing and the frustration.

"If you keep this up then this will be the shortest round in the world." Hey it was her own fault, after all the teasing he'd put up with during the course of the day it wasn't as if he had his mind in the game. "Get up here, my lap needs you."

It was nicer to ask right? Rather than drag her up by her hair. Plus she'd probably punch him in the mouth. Bad move.

Natasha was content to do this for him, to take him apart with just her mouth, but she gave in to his urgings and lifted her head, wiping the corner of her mouth with her thumb and smirking at him. “If you insist,” she said, placing her hands on his thighs again and pushing herself to her feet.

Setting one knee on the bed between his legs she moved the other to the side of him, stretching her body out along his and rubbing her jeans-clad leg against his erection. Leaning one hand on his chest she gave his bottom lip a quick nip. “Though I do hope you have more than one round in you tonight.”

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