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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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The sadness in his smile made her heart ache but she was grateful he didn’t say more, didn’t shut down or shut her out. He wanted to make as much of the time they had left as she did; the sad goodbyes could wait.

“Good thing I like garlic and onions...” she replied, closing her eyes at the kiss. With her hand still on his face she brought his lips to hers and kissed him soundly before abruptly pulling back and curling up her nose. “Oh no, baby, you have got to go fix that,” Natasha exclaimed, giving Clint a gentle push. She was mostly joking, of course; she was perfectly content to put up with a little bad breath just to keep him close.

Clint hummed a response, too busy trying to pull her closer and keep them joined at the lips, until she pulled away and he pouted slowly, her words and the fact she was pushing him made him laugh.

He'd have pretended to be more offended but he'd caught the term of endearment and clung to it. Maybe Natasha had a moment of madness, but he took that little word to heart and stowed it away with all the other little things she did that made him feel like their relationship maybe one day would change.

"Well it's gonna take me a long time to run back to my floor..." He was joking, sure it was a little, disgusting, but considering his immediate thoughts hadn't been to bring his toothbrush with him he was out of options. Pulling her closer only to lock lips with her again, hands slipping down her sides.

The pout was adorable but she preferred the laugh. Really, she preferred the sound of his laugh over almost anything else she had ever heard, not that she would be sentimental or romantic enough to admit that, possibly even to herself.

“True...” Natasha mused, but had little chance to say anything else before Clint was pulling her in for another kiss. This time she didn’t push him away, her hand sliding up his chest and down his arm. She swore he had the most perfectly muscled arms she had ever seen on a man in her life. They looked strong enough to do some major damage, something she knew to be fact, but she liked to think that only she truly knew how gentle they could be too.

“Okay,” she said when they finally came up for air. “You can stay.” To underline her point she kissed him again.

He smiled faintly at her wandering hand, pouting again as she broke the kiss to agree that he could stay. Not that he really planned to actually get up and move, plus she was the one that chose the dishes, it wasn't his fault they contained onions and garlic.

Clint was conscious of the time ticking away, eager to just keep her to himself a bit longer. What the hell was he going to do when she left? He guessed he'd probably be spending a lot of time running track or shooting apples off of poor agents heads.

He frowned only slightly, a small crease on his forehead which was overshadowed by him rolling onto his back, pulling her body along with him until she was back on top. "When you leave, I hope you'll be thinking of what a shitty time I'm having without you." His words were a murmer against her lips, tightening his hold around her waist. "I'm literally tempted to tie you to the bed so you can't go."

Before long Natasha found herself once again laying on top of Clint with his arms wrapped tightly around her waist. “I’m beginning to think that this is your favourite place for me, not on your lap,” she said, but the lightheartedness had passed, and she could see their ticking clock was really getting to him. He wasn’t trying to hide it anymore, instead speaking openly though still not as seriously as she expected he would before time ran out.

“Normally I wouldn’t say no to a little bondage,” she tried anyway, ducking her head to kiss his neck slowly. “I’ll have a horrible time without you too,” she said quietly, brushing her lips along his skin before kissing him again a little lower. She would be working, of course, which would offer a decent distraction, but that meant playing a role and putting up with the mark until she could get what she was there for. Besides, there would still be the nights when she had nothing to do but try to sleep, just wishing Clint was there. “But time will pass, it always does.”

Nodding as he pondered for a moment, his lap was certainly one of his favourite places for her to be, on her knees another, on top of him was a different ball game. The skin on skin contact was too good to pass up. "Maybe I like you in every place, so long as I can wrap my arms around you." He finished it with a wide smirk, because honestly that was a little too much, maybe, but if he could play it off as sarcasm he'd be okay.

He probably wouldn't slip it past her, but maybe his acting had improved. Naw.

"Oh? Should I prep the handcuffs for your return?" Sinking back into the pillow as Natasha worked at his neck, Clint literally felt like the happiest and yet the saddest man in the world. Torn right down the middle. Still he couldn't help the way his breathing shifted at her lips on his neck.

"Yeah, just going to go slow as hell." He could do it, he could busy himself with paperwork and other mundane things. Maybe see if Fury had any little missions he could head out on, keep his mind off of her, keep his mind intact.

Something most people didn’t know about Clint Barton was that he could actually be really sweet. He tried to play off his words but Natasha could see right through him. Still, she didn’t comment, she just kissed him softly and let him off the hook.

It was easier to reply to the jokes anyhow.

“Mmm, maybe,” she murmured against his neck in regards to the handcuffs. Now there was a thought to get him through at least one lonely night.

“Yes, but at least you won’t be alone here,” she continued, moving on to the hollow of his throat. “Take advantage of the ‘male bonding’ time with the team while I’m not around to mess it up.”

That's it Natasha, just pretend he got that one past you. Yeah, the art of delusion was a grand one. He took the kiss with a soft smile, hand casting patterns along the skin of her back.

The whole situation was perfect, the only thing better would be them whispering those dreaded three words, considering that wasn't likely to happen anytime soon.

A maybe wasn't a no, but maybe that was rushing things into that level she may not be comfortable with, then again Natasha wasn't comfortable with a lot and it certainly was something he didn't need to edge into.

"Male bonding time and hey, you don't mess anything up." His free hand moved to brush her hair away, moving her face up so he could lean down in probably the most awkward position ever to kiss her softly. "You're amazing, you make me happy, that's all I need." He really did try, if she wasn't ready for anything more serious then that was fine, but this self pity party had to stop. "Never think you're messing anything up Tasha."

Maybe was just that: a possibility. Having been in restraints many a time in her life for painful and unpleasant reasons, handcuffs certainly weren’t the first things to come to mind when she thought of enjoying herself. That said, she trusted Clint completely and he was the only person in the world she would willfully allow such dominance over her. All in all, she wasn’t completely against the idea, and at least a little interested.

Raising her head when he brushed her hair away from her face she returned the kiss just as softly. Opening her eyes to look at him, her brow creased slightly as he spoke, a bit taken aback by his words. She hadn’t meant it in all seriousness, but for him to reassure her now after everything that she never messed anything up, to be told that she made him happy... she really wasn’t sure how to handle the emotions the words stirred in her. She kissed him again, hoping to put into that kiss what she didn’t know how to fully express in words, even though she planned to try. She owed him that.

“You make me happy too,” she said, sliding up his body a bit so she could look down at him without him having to maintain his awkward position. “Happier than I’ve ever been before.”

It took a lot for her to admit that, and she looked just as affected by her own words as she had been by his.

The kiss was something he couldn't put his finger on. They struggled with communication and Clint had tried to change that, but with that he guessed he'd tried to force it in such large doses instead of taking small baby steps. Was it a crime to want to tell people? Even if it was just the guys. Probably for the best they didn't though, in reality Tony would never get off their cases.

He snapped back to reality at her words, couldn't stop the smirk lighting up his eyes, noticing her expression had changed and in response he chewed his lips, bringing his other hand up so both now cupped her face, pushing himself up so he could tentively catch her lips with a kiss that said everything from 'thank you' to those three words he didn't want to speak about.

The way he smiled at her now, for that moment she could believe that he was actually happy instead of putting on a show just for her benefit. It was in his eyes, this spark of something she couldn’t quite place, and when he kissed her again it didn’t nothing to clarify it.

There was so much behind that kiss that it was almost overwhelming, and more than a little frightening, but she didn’t pull away. He needed this, and she needed him. She wasn’t sure when that had happened, the Black Widow had never needed anyone in her life besides herself, but somewhere alone the line she had come to need this man.

Easier than should have been possible she rolled him over so he was now on top and she could feel his comforting weight and warmth pressing down on her.

Clint had to be wanted. He'd spent so much of his youth rebelling against anyone who tried to be there, pushing people away, taking solace in commiting crime for his own cheap kicks. Now he had a real home, with real friends and a woman he'd loved since he got to know who she truely was, who she could be.

He rolled with her, settled between her legs easily and rocked his hips into hers. He broke the kiss, pressed his forehead to hers and smiled because damn, he couldn't get it to fall off his face. "Y'know, it's a shame you're already walking like a penguin, I'd love to give you a good send off.."

Alas he wouldn't even try, well aware she'd need to be fully up for this mission and well, he wouldn't put that at risk no matter how much it killed him inside. "Don't want you walking funny, might blow your cover.."

Alright, so maybe that hadn’t been the best idea. Her intention had been innocent enough, but the way he rocked against her quickly turned those innocent thoughts. Then of course he had to go and open that smart mouth of his and earn himself a glare. Damn if she didn’t want to go for that round two she had been promised last night, and she wasn’t too pleased that she couldn’t.

This was going to be the longest four months ever.

Letting her head fall back to the pillow, Natasha let out a frustrated sigh. “Don’t push it,” she warned. She was definitely glad to see him in a better mood, but this line of joking at her expense when she really just wanted to fuck him until they both forgot about this damn mission was not going over the best.

He paused, the smile still perking his lips and jesus she was beautiful, with her kiss stained lips and sleep tousled hair. He lent, attaching lips to her jaw, down her neck, breathing softly against her skin.

"Hey, if you're feeling up to it I'm happy to oblige." Clint grinned against her neck, lifting up to look down at her. "Is that what you want? To feel the burn a little longer? To know that the pain will bring you back to reality, that every minute you're playing somebody else she'd be hurting too because I made it that way?" He cocked an eyebrow down at her, let his eyes wander down her body and yeah, he was pretty sure he wanted to make her hurt.

He rolled them back over slowly, looking up at her with that fucking grin still on his face. "What do you want me to do?"

Natasha closed her eyes when she felt his lips on her jaw, her neck, and let a breath out slowly. One hand sliding around his neck she stroked her fingers up through the hair at the back of his head, dragging her fingernails gentle along his scalp. She could be content with this, she told herself, but damn if he didn’t make that difficult when he spoke, not to mention his eyes raked down her body.

She thought about it as he rolled them back over, and further when he looked up at her with that sexy, confident, suggestive grin. It would hurt, but she also knew he would make it feel so fucking good as well. In her life, the line between pleasure and pain was more blurred than for most. She knew he could be gentle too, he had proven that last night, but above all else she knew this was the last time she would be with him for at least four months.

“Yes,” she said to all the questions he had asked before. She wanted him to leave his mark on her body. She didn’t need a physical reminder of him, she knew he would never be far from her thoughts, but there was something appealing about the idea. “I want to still feel you long after I’m gone.”

Clint pushed himself up on his elbows, catching her lips in a kiss that could of been classed as bruising, maybe. He was still soft, because hurting her was far from his mind even though he'd thought about it, hurting her in any way was something he never wanted to do, not only would she make him pay for it, but jesus he couldn't do that to her.

He took a steady breath at her words, hands moving to her hips, slowly moving them so she was rocking into his, teeth chewing at his own lip in concentration. "If that's what you want, who am I to say no?" It must have been obvious that he wanted her with the simple fact that he was hard and pushing his hips up into hers. "I can't think of anything else I'd rather do, or anything I'd rather give you than that."

The kiss was strong and insistent and exactly what she needed this morning to push the demons away. Of course she gave it back just as good, fingernails digging just slightly into his shoulders.

Her eyelids fluttered slightly when he used his hands to move her own hips against his. She could already feel his arousal pressing against her, a clear indication that he wanted her just as bad as she wanted him. Sliding her hands down to his chest she pushed herself up to sit astride him, wincing only slightly as her desire trumped her discomfort.

“It’s what I want,” she said with complete certainty as she gazed down at him.

Looking up at her and catching her eyes he certainly got the hint. The smile he couldn't seem to shake off from his lips grew until he dropped hands from her waist and moved down his own legs, slipping his boxers back off and kicking them away. "Then I have to give the lady what she wants huh?" He asked, fingers finding her hips again and rolling them together. "I like the view, you want to stay up there?"

He didn't really give her much of an option, considering his hands were making their way slowly up her sides from her hips until he'd lent up to wrap an arm around her neck, pulling her down slowly for a kiss which he just couldn't seem to get enough of. "You tell me what you want me to do and fucking jesus I'll do it. You know I will." Pupils dilated in the light, he was so far gone for her it was stupid.

"I'm all yours."

His smile was infection and Natasha found herself grinning back as he quickly discarded his boxers again. “Always a good idea,” she said even though his question had been rhetorical. She didn’t really get much chance to answer his next question, distracted by his hands burning trails up her sides before he pulled her in for another searing kiss.

His words sent a thrill through her, seeing how submissive she could make him. He would do anything for her, she knew this, and not just here in bed but in every aspect of their lives together. It was both thrilling and frightening having that much power of someone else; she could so easily take advantage of it though that was something she swore to herself she would never do, not to him.

“And I’m yours,” she replied, giving him another lingering kiss before raising herself up again, this time pushing up to her knees. Reaching one hand down to wrap around his shaft she kept the other firmly on his chest as she positioned herself over him, skipping right past all the foreplay. Almost. “What do you want,” she posed the question back to him, her voice rough and throaty.

His eyes watched every movement she made, his lips felt stained with her kisses and jesus, he really didn't want to shower, didn't want to wash the scent of her off his skin.

His back arched as her hand found him, breathing slowing own while he laid back and tried to stop from groaning like a hormonally challenged teenagers. "Just you, I don't want or need anything else, just you." He actually wanted to watch her ride him, but considering he was probably going to get his wish why vocalize it.

He planted feet on the bed, keeping his knees bent while he watched, fingers had drifted back to her hips, stroking the sharp curve of bone softly. "You know me, I'm easily pleased."

She expected a filthy answer in reply, but considering the turn their conversations had been taking over the past twenty-four hours it was not really surprising when he took the sweeter, more meaningful path. She didn’t say it back though it was true for her as well. Like any other human she had many wants in her life, but there was very little beyond the basic things required for survival that she felt she needed. Somehow Clint had found his way onto both of these lists, though. He reminded her what it was to be human, and he made her feel that she could be desired for more than just her face and her body. He helped her discover who she really was, and when her mind got mixed up with Natalia or Natalie or Nadia he always knew just how to remind her of Natasha, her likes and dislikes and what was important to her.

She didn’t respond with words, instead letting herself slowly sink down on him. She bit her lip hard, drawing blood, to keep from crying out as pain and pleasure coursed through her simultaneously. Once she had taken him in she leaned back against his thighs as her body adjusted and the pain subsided. It took a moment before she started to move.

He let out a slow breath as she dropped down, half closing his eyes because jesus, everytime they got down to it she never failed to take his breath away. Pathetic but so damn true.

His fingers flexed softly on her hips, stilling his own to wait for her, because everything was her terms or nothing and he was so god damn happy to go along with it.

He made it into a game, everytime she rose he'd thrust hips up. Hell, she was leaving soon, he was eager to make this memorable, even if that meant showing his impatience.

She moved slowly, but each of his thrusts sent a wave of pleasure and pain through her that was pushing her quickly to her limit. She’d given up trying to silence the noises he was causing her to emit, moans and whimpers and whispers of his name. Only when she leaned down, fingers grasping at his hair to pull his head up to meet her, and kissed him did she go quiet. It wasn’t long after that she reached her climax and fell shuddering against him.

She would probably be tender for a couple of days, but god it had been worth it.

Every noise she made was like a symphony of sound, his fingers gripped her hips tighter, leaving small red marks from his hold, but hey, marking her up was always a bonus right?

He groaned as she tightened and he had to squeeze his eyes closed to block it out, lips pressed against hers like she was trying to steal his air, hell she could have it.

It was only when she fell against him did he open his eyes to find himself in a shroud of red hair. Over too quickly and hell he hadn't even reached breaking point, nearly there, so he slowly rolled them over, guessing this could be classed as round three in her eyes with him trailing behind.

Slow and steady he rocked against her until yeah, there it was, pressing a kiss to her lips as he came and shuddered against her, taking a moment with his forehead pressed against hers while he shook away the comedown. "We need to shower."

She clung tightly to him when he rolled them over, her limbs feeling weak even as she held him close, one hand in his hair and the other around his back. She felt heady and blissful, still riding the high of her orgasm as he continued to move inside her, and slipping one hand down between them it didn’t take much for her to push herself just that much further, pleasure continuing to roll over her as she joined him, returning the kiss before trying to catch her breath.

Opening her eyes when he spoke, she nodded against his forehead. Of course that was the next thing on her list but she wanted to put it off as long as possible, put off washing the scent of him from her skin. Time was running short, though, and if he planned to join her that meant they didn’t have to part just yet. “You want to go start the water? I’ll be right in.”

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