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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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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.”

The placid smile wouldn't shift, again, jesus a few hours ago he was so angry and disappointed at her he'd had to run away and take a few moments, now he was here smiling like a complete idiot. Oh, the effects of love.

"Yeah, I'll go get it running." He pressed one last kiss to the corner off her mouth before he was pushing himself away from her and shuffling out the bed, hand scratching at his ruffled hair as he made his way into the bathroom to start up the shower, picking up bottles of her liquid soap and inspecting each one until he felt the heat of the steam and stepped under it, instantly regretting the decision considering yes, he was washing her off his body and he really didn't want to do that.

Oh well, they still had time to inprint on each other before she'd leave him.

Natasha watched him walk away, an easy smile on her face as she admired his form, but once he was out of sight the smile fell and her eyes moved to the clock. They still had time but no amount of time felt like enough right now. Running her hands back through her hair as she sat up, she took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Never in her life had she ever been so reluctant to leave on a mission, and she had certainly never considered calling the whole thing off before. It was too late now, though, everything was set in motion and she couldn’t be so easily replaced. No, she would be leaving here today and that was that.

Slowly crawling out of bed, she contemplated a moment about making it, or stripping the sheets to be laundered, but eventually just decided to leave it as is, she didn’t have time to deal with it now, not time she wanted to waste at least.

Heading for the bathroom, her steps slow and a bit awkward, she could hear the water running within, the steam already filling the room. Moving the curtain enough to slip in behind Clint, she reached up to ruffle her fingers through his now wet hair.

He'd pressed both open palms to the tiled wall, ducked his head down to let the water roll down his back. If he'd have known about this mission he'd have told her not to do it. They'd both been trying hard to not be seperated for great lengths of time, look what happened last time. It wasn't worth it, and they worked far better as a team.

He sighed, closing his eyes. Maybe this break would be good, maybe he could shake these thoughts out of his head and stop trying for more. It would be hard work, the first week the hardest but as long as he nagged Fury into giving him stuff to do he might cope well without her in his bed, by his side.

He heard her uneven footsteps, turned his features into a soft smile and leaned back slightly into her fingers. "Hey, you made it hopalong." He'd get a glare for that but he was certainly willing to kiss it away. Turning slowly and moving back so she could fit under the spray too he grinned.

Even though neither of them felt it, the time apart probably would be good for both of them. Since the attack on Manhattan they had grown so close that they had almost become codependent. Could they face their nightmares alone anymore? Could they even sleep without the other beside them? Maybe they gave each other strength, but they had also become each other’s greatest weaknesses, and while that fact wouldn’t change they had to learn to live with it better than they were currently. Maybe the break would put everything into perspective.

Smiling as he leaned into her touch, her gentle fingers gave his hair a sudden and not-so-gentle tug at his words. “You are not going to let that go too easily, are you?” she stated more than asked, giving him, yes, a glare when he turned around. It still didn’t stop her from taking that step closer to him to position herself under the spray of the hot water.

His grin slipped as she pulled on his hair and jesus, yeah he deserved that. "Sorry, sorry!" He smirked, sighing softly as he wrapped arms around her back and pulled her flush against him. "I'm sorry I'm laughing at your misery."

His lips pressed against her forehead as held onto her, dipped his face into the crook of her neck and clung on. "I don't want you to go.." Jesus when did he become such a child? Probably sometime between falling in love with her and being infected with blue mojo juice. "I wish you could just call it off, but yeah I know that's not an option."

Natasha smirked at his apologies, her fingers resuming their gentle quality through his hair before she suddenly found herself pressed against him. The chaste kiss made her smile but it soon fell at his words, her heart constricting when he held her so damn tight, as if she was his anchor, his everything, the only thing grounding him at all.

She didn’t return the words even though she felt the same, figuring that would only make it harder. One of them had to be strong, and she had always been the strong one. “It is only for four months,” she assured him, one arm slipping around his shoulders while the other ran comfortingly up and down his back. “You’ll be fine without me, and just think of how fucking horny I’ll be by the time I get back.” Lightening the mood was always more Clint’s forté, but she had to give it a shot.

"Four months.." Too fucking long, they'd been over this, and over it but Clint was still trying to absorb it and take it in, in such a short space of time it was impossible for him to be okay with her leaving.

He laughed softly into her hair, even though it was strained, clinging onto her hips as if keeping her pinned against his body would somehow change her mind. "That's only one pro against hundreds of cons.." When did he become the one constantly falling apart? The roles had reversed, where as he had once kept her level headed now she was having to do the same. "I'd rather spend four months of you not being horny.. if it meant I'd still get to be around you."

She had managed to win a laugh, but it was painfully obvious that his heart wasn’t in it. Laying her head against his shoulder she continued to rub his back soothingly, just letting him hold her if that was what he needed.

“I know,” she said, and she would have preferred the same. Taking a deep breath she tried to harder her resolve. “This is our job, Clint, it’s how our lives have always been. We can’t let what we have now affect that.” To do so would only prove their fraternization rules correct, that a relationship between two agents was impossible without affecting how they acted on the job.

He wasn't asking for anything to change when it came down to their jobs. He understood that, he'd been happy to go along with it, but four months. That was a long time to be without each other, it wasn't even the timeframe, it was the fact that there was to be no contact. It wasn't like he could just call her up to hear her voice or watch her over a computer screen. He wouldn't be there if the mission went south, he wouldn't get that chance.

"It's not about that.." He pulled away slowly to shrug a shoulder, hands raising to stroke the wet hair from her face, fingers pressing softly against the sides of her face. "It's not about your company, it's not about the fact that I can't be with you, it's the fact that it's a complete cut off. I'm more annoyed at Fury for giving you this than you for taking it." Fury knows Clint took everything as hard blows, Coulson, the Loki business, the shit that followed. And yet here he was, taking away the only thing that kept him so grounded.

"It's fine, I have to be fine, I can't change it so I have to get over it." He was so neutral about it that it hurt to spit the words out.

She looked up at him when he pulled away, his hands moving to either side of her face.

“I get it,” she said, her own hands sliding down his arms to rest just below his wrists. She felt the same way. Having no contact, not being able to at least check in to make sure Clint was okay, would be almost unbearable. I’m sure he wouldn’t be sending me if there was anyone else that fit the job.”

Was that true, thought? What if this was some sort of test to see if Clint could handle the separation? Could he still do his job without her around as his crutch? If she knew him at all, and she knew that she did, Natasha was sure he would request any mission going while she was gone just to keep himself busy and distracted.

The words didn’t help either, they just seemed to be further evidence of him trying to convince himself of something he didn’t believe.

“Promise me something,” she said, her hands tightening slightly on his arms. “Promise me you will be careful. If you take a job, don’t be reckless. I want you in one piece when I get back.”

Clint nodded but he himself wasn't so sure. Surely Fury wasn't so blind to see that they were pretty much attached to each other since the incident, their Director was a busy man, but he wasn't stupid.

He looked down to her fingers on his arms, raising them back up to meet hers and smiled slowly. "Y'know I was thinking of taking up a really dangerous hobby while you were gone, you've just blown that out the water." Weak attempt at a joke, but his smile dropped and he was nodding again, thumbs stroking over her cheekbones. "When have you ever known me to be wreckless Nat? I'm a watcher. But I promise."

Natasha rolled her eyes at his joke, not sure whether to appreciate the attempt at humour or berate him for brushing off her concerns. Fortunately for Clint he decided to give her a truthful answer as well and made his promise. Pushing up onto the balls of her feet, she pressed a kiss to his lips.

“Good,” she said. With one last quick kiss she pulled down gently on his arms to get him to let her go before reaching around him for the bottle of shampoo. As much as she would prefer to just stay here and hold him until they were both shriveled prunes she knew she had to get ready soon if she was going to make it to base on time.

He smiled slightly into the kiss, dropping hands when she prompted him too and watched her, eyebrow raised. "I know I've said this before, but the same goes to you. You're more likely to dive head long into a firefight rather than me."

He took the shampoo bottle from her, nudged her back with the touch of his hip and poured some into his hands. "Turn around and close your eyes. If this is the last time I shower with you for four months then I'm in control."

She couldn’t exactly argue his point, not that she would concede it either. Clint preferred to keep his distance, which made him a much harder target, while Natasha was always right in the thick of things. In the end, her missions, and even her part in their shared missions, always ended up more dangerous than his.

“It’s not that kind of mission,” she said, and she hoped that remained the truth. She just had to play the good little secretary, gain her boss’s trust, and gather all the information she could on his entire racket. Hopefully she could be out of there before he even realised anything was wrong.

“So demanding,” she said with a smirk but did as she was told, turning her back on Clint and letting her eyes drift closed.

Clint kept his distance because he was better at a distance. His aim was better, his targets easier to spot and down on the ground he had no chance of getting in the way.

"What kind of mission is it?" He asked softly, smiling as she turned and running the shampoo through her hair slowly as soon as her back was fully facing him.

"Oh you don't know just how demanding I can be.." He of course intentionally dropped his voice lower for that remark. Maybe one day he'd show her.

Natasha listened for any hints in his voice that he had any expectations of what this mission could entail. They both knew her roles weren’t always innocent, though she had managed to avoid anything like that since before Loki had decided to try and take over the earth.

Noting nothing in Clint’s tone, she answered, “Intel. Infiltration from the inside. Nothing too heavy.”

Sighing as he started to work his fingers through her hair, she smiled contently, though that voice... it always managed to make her shiver. “Is that so...” she said. Sounded like something else to look forward to when she got back.

Yeah he was relieved to hear it was just an intel mission. Though he didn't show it, he was subconsciously thinking the worst. "Ah should be pretty easy for you, I mean you managed to slip past Stark."

He chuckled, making sure to lather all of her hair before softly pulling her against him and stepping back so she was fully under the spray. "Yeah, I'll have to try it out on you, see what you think."

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