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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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She couldn’t see what he was doing, could only follow as he turned her and lay her back on the bed. She didn’t like not being able to see him, it made her a bit nervous, but it showed her boundless trust in him that she let him continue without trying to remove her makeshift blindfold. Only for him would she allow it, and despite her slight discomfort there was also a sense of excitement because she trusted him that much. Even as he pinned her down he did so gently.

His words sent a shiver through her, the warmth in her stomach spreading lower. “And here I thought you were almost ready to end round one,” Natasha couldn’t help but tease him. “Those are some heavy declarations. I do hope you’re up for the challenge.”

It was a testament to see her trust. He knew if this was anyone else but him she'd have killed them by now, or at least maimed them. He was thankful and slightly warmed by this display of trust.

Still, he was gentle with everything he did, he really didn't need to catch her off guard and recieve a knee to the gut. He smirked slowly against her lips, reaching up to tug her shirt the rest of the way off, fingers dancing down the lengths of her arms. "As long as the Widow plays fair I'm sure I'm up for the challenge."

His rough fingers carried on down, lips dropping and teeth nipping at the skin over her collarbone, "Round one's only just starting, want to see your toes curl."

When he finally freed her of her shirt, Natasha looked up at him, her eyes bright and shining with anticipation. “I always play fair,” she replied, her own lips curling up against his before he lowered them to to her collarbone. She was tempted to run her fingers through his hair, down his back, but for now she played along, keeping her arms over her head. It certainly helped to show off her curves, not that she needed it.

“I thought you were the one deserving of the reward tonight,” she said, breathing deeply to innocently push up her chest. “Now I seem to be reaping the benefits. Hardly seems fair.”

The look in her eyes did it for him, gave him that small confidence boost he needed because honestly, talking dirty really wasn't his thing. Then again before Natasha this wasn't really his thing. he preferred to sit back, keep himself to himself and wait for somebody to take interest just so he could take them home and kick them out the next day.

Clint couldn't do relationships, his excuse was that it wasn't fair he was away so much and couldn't tell them all the details, in reality that was a lame excuse for not wanting to commit with anyone.

He sat up, dropped eyes from hers to skim along the length of her body, taking in every curve, every dip until she spoke and he smiled, watching her chest rise enticingly with a curved eyebrow. "If you think I'm not getting anything outta this then you're not paying enough attention." He took the oppertunity while her back was arched to slip hands under her, fiddling with the clasp of her bra until he came away and he carefully leaned to pull the straps up. "Be a sweetheart and remove that for me," the pet name wouldn't go down well but hey, he was just all about pushing boundaries today, at least he was in a better mood now.

She smiled at that, because even with the shift of dominance he was clearly still enjoying himself. “Very little escapes my attention,” Natasha said, watching the way his eyes moved over her. He made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world when he looked at her like that, like there could never be a more desirable woman to him.

She raised her brows at the pet name, though. “Sweetheart?” she repeated, holding the look for a moment before she complied, removing the bra slowly, drawing out the action as long as she could. “Anything else you want me to do?”

Yeah she caught the pet name and it automatically made him sigh softly. "I know you hate it, but can you just pretend that you don't?" he asked, smile half curving his lips just to show he wasn't slipping back into moody Clint, hey he just wanted to be a little bit affectionate, if she didn't want to make this public knowledge he at least wanted to be normal in the sense that he could call her some crap cutsey nickname without her giving him that look.

He ignored her last question, too busy leaning to trail lips down the center of her chest now he was free from that certain restriction, hands slipped up and trailed rough fingers along her stomach until he'd reached his destination and palmed her breasts, he really couldn't find a position that kept him satisfied so he ended up half straddeling her legs, awkwardly backing down her body.

Clint Barton was awkward, porn made it look easy, it wasn't easy. But still he managed to get far enough down to continue touching her and trail lips down her stomach.

“Okay, fine,” she said, grinning up at him. “Tonight you can call me whatever you want, baby,” she all but purred the nickname of her own. Tonight she would give him whatever he wanted, anything to make him happy before she had to ruin it all in the morning.

Tossing the bra aside, Natasha relaxed back on the bed, closing her eyes as he worked down her body. She loved the roughness of his hands, somehow both harsh and gentle against her smooth skin, and she arched into him. Feeling the pressure against her leg she raised her head and opened her eyes to watch him. Awkward as he was he was still very good with his hands, and her body quivered involuntarily as his lips moved over the sensitive skin of her stomach.

"Can the sarcasm" He mumbled again her stomach, tongue dipping into her belly button for a fraction of a second before he was moving again, down further until he couldn't reach up anymore and had to drop hands to her hips instead, working on the button of her jeans, taking his time yet filling it with carefully placed kisses along the waistband of her remaining clothes.

"Lift your hips for me.." He was actually losing patience with himself, as much as he enjoyed finding new ways to make her shiver he also wanted to move this along, get things going, make her fall apart. That was his main goal afterall and even though it was supposed to be his reward he could think of nothing better.

Especially when he slipped to mirror her earlier actions, kneeling at the foot of the bed, rolling jeans down her legs until he flung them somewhere behind him and worked lips and fingers along her skin, back up her body, arms wrapping around her knees to drag her softly down the bed.

"Think it's time I repayed the favour right?"

She laughed at his admonishment even as she squirmed slightly under his lips. She lifted her hips without hesitation, wanting nothing more than to be free of the constricting clothing, to feel his skin against hers. When her jeans joined his on the floor she let out a sigh, running her toes along his thigh before he started moving back up her body.

Raising her head again when he pulled her gently to the edge of the bed she met and held his gaze a moment, her lips parted just slightly. She didn’t say anything this time, just nodded, her stomach clenching slightly.

Clint held her gaze, held it as he shifted backwards, carefully dragging her panties down her legs, still holding her eyes, grasping her ankle in a soft grip until they joined the strewn clothing scattered over her bedroom floor.

He raised her foot to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to her ankle, finally breaking the gaze and locking arms under her knees, fingers resting on her hips, still pulling her into a better position.

"Your so beautiful Nat" and it was too obvious he meant it because that look was back in his eyes, the kind of look you gave when you saw something inexpensive and precious but time for words was over as he raised his gaze back to her eyes and put his mouth to better use.

Natasha let her body relax, let him move her, shift her to whatever position he wanted, completely compliant under his hands. She usually wasn’t so passive, but she was enjoying the attention, enjoying letting him take her over, his touch insistent yet gentle.

She felt his words and knew he meant them. She knew she was beautiful, her whole life had been built around that fact, but nobody could make her feel it as much as Clint. Beauty was not just skin deep, and beneath her alluring shell was a monster, something ugly and unclean. Somehow he could make her feel like even that part of her had a hidden beauty she couldn’t see, and it meant more than she could say.

She held his eyes, the heat of their gaze searing. Just seeing him there, positioned between her legs and giving her that look, was enough to make her wet. She wanted to watch him, watch him move as he got her off, but when she felt his mouth against her she dropped her head back to the mattress with a moan, her hips involuntarily arching into him.

As soon as she dropped back he closed his eyes, he'd made his point whatever that point had been, to be honest his mind was completely focused on exactly what he was doing.

He looped his arm around her more, giving him enough length to add his fingers into the combination, switching between his mouth and those fingers, aiming to hear more moans leave her lips.

Clint shifted, pressing a kiss against the soft skin on her thigh, curling fingers inside of her while his eyes followed every roll of her hips. Yeah, this was better for him than her between his legs. He could think, space it out even though jesus, he actually thought if she kept squirming like that he was going to lose his mind.

"What do you want Tasha?" His voice was low for a reason, all the heated gazes and her actions fueled the lust coursing through his veins, words spoken against her leg.

He may have been a bit awkward trying to pull off the sexy seduction routine, but when he got down to it he was good, very good. Natasha’s eyelids fluttered when she felt him use his fingers as well as his tongue moving inside of her. If his aim was to hear her moan he certainly accomplished it as she was none too quiet about the pleasure he was inducing.

Running one hand down over her breast, her hips continued to move with his hand, his mouth until his voice caused her breath to hitch. “You,” she breathed, other hand reaching blindly to bury in his hair. “I want you... inside me.” Her hand tightened in his hair and she tried to raise her head to look at him.

He was literally in heaven, or well, being between her legs was as close to heaven as he could get. His eyebrow curved at her words, smiling slowly against her leg before he was moving, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand and crawling up her body.

"Another good idea, you're full of them today." He was quite happy to continue making her squirm but he couldn't deny giving her what she wanted. He reached to hook her legs around his hips, lips pressed to her jaw. He contemplated her answer for a moment while he was busy aligning himself, him, she said she wanted him. Hell she'd had him hook, line and sinker for a while now, for too long. Crazy for her didn't describe it.

He shifted hips forward, taking everything agonizingly slowly, hey he had to make this last right? Yeah, no, he just wanted to memorize the way her body would adjust.

Much as she had done earlier he gave into the request. As much as she loved everything he was doing she wanted him inside her when she finally tipped over the edge, and she wanted to take him over with her, together.

“Mmm, though I think this is my best one yet,” she breathed. Wrapping her legs around him, she slid her arms around his broad shoulders and grazed her lips along his neck. It had been too long since she’d tasted him, a few minutes was too long.

He entered her slowly, so wonderfully and agonizingly slow that she couldn’t take it and thrust her hips up to meet his, tightening her legs around him and clinging to him a moment as the first ripples of pleasure shot through her, holding him there as she adjusted, feeling full and whole again, whispering his name in his ear. God, he felt amazing, and she never felt most complete than when they were like this.

No he'd got it wrong, this was heaven. Pure and simple and he couldn't help the dark chuckle that left his lips as she showed just how keen she was for him to get moving. Of course his expression changed as soon as she spoke his name, sending a shiver straight up his spine.

God he needed her.

He pulled back only so he could meet her lips. It felt intimate being this close, wrapped around each other with nothing in between them. At one point in time this wasn't them, but now things had shifted and they'd fallen into this easy pattern of just being close. He was afraid without her he'd fall apart, where as before it had been the other way around.

He kept her lips against his as he moved, dragging it all out, far too slow and deep, arms braced, muscles straining but it was a weight he could uphold. He nudged his nose against hers, breathing softly against her lips.

Despite her almost desperate need to feel him inside her, when he pressed his lips to hers the kiss remained gentle, more meaningful than she would be willing to admit. How could she possibly tell him that he had come to mean more to her than anything else in the world, that when they were apart she felt like part of herself was missing, that having him close like this made everything else in the world feel right? How could she possibly tell him these things when she could barely admit them to herself? The Black Widow depended on nobody, needed nobody, except that wasn’t true anymore.

He moved so slow, so deliberate, she could feel herself going to pieces, knew in the end she would shatter in his arms. Every time he moved into her she tried to draw him in deeper, pull him closer so that nothing remained between them. Once she opened her eyes but he was too close to see more than his closed lids and full lashes before her own eyes drifted closed again. “Ты очень нужен мне,” she murmured against his lips, fingers digging into his back as she clung to him but not quite breaking the skin.

The Russian eluded him, he'd have probably been able to understand it better if he wasn't currently buried inside of her, wasn't wrapped around her like a comfort blanket. He stilled, stroked a hand down the side of her body, wrapping it around her leg meaning he could get more purchase and jesus he wasn't sure how he ended up getting the deep, but their hips kept touching and god, he was going crazy.

A better man than him would whisper that he loved her, but Clint knew better. Those were the kind of words you kept to yourself, even when you were this close, feeling this good, loosing control. It would force them apart and he didn't want that. She wouldn't accept it, because it was just words but he wasn't sure how much more he could do to prove it to her except for this. He could easily have torn her clothes off, but no, he'd taken his time because jesus, she was worth it.

"Tasha.." he trailed off because really he couldn't exactly stop himself, the tightening in his stomach and all her teasing, he'd been hanging on by a thread before and now? Now the thread was straining, seriously. He moved a little faster, hips loosing their careful rhythm, turning into a desperate pace to take her over the edge with him.

When he grabbed her leg it shifted their positions just enough that his next thrust hit one of her pleasure spots and she cried out his name. They moved faster, more frenzied but still in perfect unison like they seemed to do everything. In the field they were a force to be reckoned with; they seemed to communicate silently, to know exactly what the other was thinking, what they were going to do To most people they were impossible to read but they had an understanding, and nobody knew either of them better than they knew each other.

Still, there were things left unsaid, things even they couldn’t read in each other. Clint was wise enough not to say them, and Natasha was content not to hear them, not to see the struggle he went through for her and because of her. In a way she knew how he felt, she saw it in every look, she felt it in every touch, but there was something utterly terrifying of actually hearing him say it, to say words she wasn't sure she even understood, that she had been programmed not to feel and told she didn't deserve. Silently she could accept them, but spoke aloud even she didn't know how she would react.

Lapsing into broken Russian, curses and words that meant nothing, she felt the world falling away as she reached the precipice, but it was his name on her lips when she finally teetered over.

Everytime she dropped his name from his lips it caused a chain reaction, he'd shiver and then let a groan leave his lips. Had it ever been this good? Was this, so far, the best sex they'd ever had? He certainly felt like it was.

He swallowed her Russian under his lips, he broke back to hear his name again and jesus that was it. The breathless tone had him following her, buried as deep as he could go, groaning into her neck. A mess, she'd turned him into a complete mess. He lay there, breathing into her neck, nuzzling her skin, pressing soft kisses to her pulse, up to her ear and back down. Jesus this was the best it was ever going to get.

"That was, worth the wait." It took him a long time to form words, but really, she'd reduced him to a complete mess. "You're amazing."

She clung to him desperately as her body shuddered with release, every kiss he placed on her skin heightened. Their hearts pounded wildly together, her breathing slowly returned to normal and she loosened her hold on him, letting her head fall back to the mattress beneath her.

His words caused her to laugh, the sound deep and throaty. ‘Worth the wait’ was certainly an understatement; she couldn’t remember the last time she had felt this completely satiated. Every moment had been perfect. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she said with a grin, sliding one hand up his back to his neck, her fingers curling in the soft hair at its nape. Slowly she moved her legs from around him, letting her feet rest back on the mattress. Slowly was the word for her every movement now, even how she blinked. Her body felt boneless, and she wasn’t sure she could move quickly even if she wanted to.

He smirked lazily, opening eyes event hough it was hazy, lifting to press lips lightly to hers. He couldn't think of anything to say other then those three words he knew she didn't want to hear, so he kept silent, nuzzled into her neck, breathing her in.

He sighed, mucles protesting but he still moved, rolling them slowly over until he was looking up at her through red curls. Hands had drifted up to cup her face, stroking thumbs along her cheek.

"Round two might have to wait until tomorrow" he smirked slowly, brushing hair away from her face to lean up, kissing her again. Yeah he really couldn't stop himself.

Natasha let out a small noise when he rolled them over, moving her hands from his back to rest on his chest instead. She leaned her cheek into his hand, smiling so contently and happily that many people might not even recognise her. At his mention of tomorrow, though, it faltered slightly, but she quickly covered it with the kiss.

She had actually forgotten, he had been able to make her forget all about tomorrow. She had been so caught up in the moment, so lost in him, that nothing else had seemed to matter and all thoughts had fled her mind. The reminder hit her hard, like a knife to the heart, because by noon tomorrow she would have to go to the base and get everything prepared for her mid-afternoon flight. She would have to leave him behind.

She kissed him a little harder then, but by the time she pulled back she was able to smile again. “I suppose that’s acceptable. Round one definitely exceeded expectations.”

There was something wrong, he could feel it as he held her. He'd thought something was up back at the store, but now he had further proof. Did he say something? Was he supposed to ask what was wrong? Did he ignore it like they always did?

Clint really didn't want to dampen the mood, not after being so close and feeling her fall apart in his arms, because of him.

He kissed her, stroked the rest of her hair away from her face, move to press lips to her jaw line, her cheeks, finding her lips was easy because he didn't want to stay away from them.

He pulled back, catching her gaze through tired eyes, giving her that look, the one that told her she could tell him anything, the one he used when trying to pry information from her, the one that promised acceptance. His hands dropped away from her face, slide down her sides to wrap around her back, stroking fingers along her spine.

Natasha squeezed her eyes tightly closed when Clint tenderly peppered kisses over her face before drawing her lips to his again. When they finally broke apart she forced herself to meet his eyes. He knew there was something wrong, she hadn’t hid it as well as she had thought, and he wanted her to tell him, to talk to him, but how could she tell him? Only moments ago everything had been perfect and she didn’t want to ruin it, because despite the fact that she knew he would accept it eventually she knew it would hurt him.

“Let’s get some rest,” she said quietly. Lowering her head she dropped a kiss to his chest before resting her cheek on it and closing her eyes. “You wore me out.”

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