The Morning After Meme

[yohko]

MORNING AFTER MEME



Last
night was pretty wild, or maybe it wasn't. You have just woken up, but
you are not alone. Perhaps it is a stranger lying next to you, perhaps
it's someone you know. It might be your significant other, or a one
night stand. The fact remains that you are in bed together, naked and
something happened. 

HOW THIS WORKS; 

+ Comment with your character. Information and preferences best be included!
+ Someone replies. 
+ Shit may or may not hit the fan, that is entirely up to you. You might even want to go for round 2, round 3 etc. etc. 
+ Tag around!
+ Have fun and be excellent to each other!

Comments

[ihazanest]

He had intended to point out that she wasn't either, but words weren't working as well as they should have been right then, and instead he just made another low sound in his throat, fingers curling more tightly just for a moment as he rocked up into her touch once more, definitely inviting more of the same.

What he did finally manage to articulate, though it was little more than a pleased murmur was: "Tease."

[study_in_scarlet]

Natasha sucked in a breath when his fingers tightened just to the edge of pain but not in a bad way. This was much closer to the victory she was striving for, and while he was still in control it was clear that it was a thin hold he had on it.

“You’re one to talk,” she said, her voice taking on a husky quality. “Why don’t you tell me what you want,” she all but purred, tightening her hand slightly around him as she reversed her stroke.

[ihazanest]

There was a soft huff of amusement at the first statement, hand sliding down to her hip once more, mostly to steady himself more than it was to steady her since she was doing just fine with that on her own.

He shook his head at the second one, smiling even as he rocked up into her touch once more, obviously interested, "Just you."

[study_in_scarlet]

When he dropped his hand back to just hold on Natasha knew she had him. His reply, though, made her smile a little warmer than she intended. Few people in her life had ever wanted ‘just her’, because most of them didn’t know who she truly was. Not Clint, though. He knew her better than anyone else, and even in a passionate moment she could believe that he truly meant it, that it was just her, only her, that he wanted.

“You have me,” she replied, keeping the strokes slow just as he had with her earlier. “And what do you want me to do?”

[ihazanest]

He laughed softly, hands skimming down her thighs and back up again, "You really expect me to be articulate and manage both complex decision making and real-people words at a time like this? You're mean."

Though he mostly seemed to be doing just fine with the words.

[study_in_scarlet]

Natasha’s smile widened. “I think that it is the most articulate thing you have said all morning,” she replied with a light laugh of her own. Stopping her stroke she rubbed her palm over his very tip while her free hand skimmed back up over his abs to his chest again.

“I was just giving you the option of how you wanted me, but if you’re going to start calling names...” she teased, sticking out her lower lip again as both hands ceased their movements.

[ihazanest]

He grumbled softly in the back of his throat, but he was still smiling, he couldn't not right then, "I'm comfortable as is, but I'm not going to complain if you want to move so you're not doing all the work."

He was incredibly un-picky when it came to sex, and especially when it came to sex with her. Mostly because he was of the opinion that all sex was good sex, it was just that some of it was better.

[study_in_scarlet]

“Mm, so considerate,” she replied. Running both hands up his body now, she leaned down again to kiss him slowly, pressing her body flush against his. “And here I was going to ride you right into the mattress...”

She could easily return the favour he had done her earlier, but teasing him was just getting her worked up all over again so she was leaning toward the next round being much less of a solo effort.

[ihazanest]

He grinned, still petting her thighs, "Have I ever said no to that?" A pause, tilting his head slightly to think the question over himself, answering: "Greece doesn't count, I couldn't lay on my back then." Before she could, because he knew she'd remember it.

He was definitely interested in whatever she planned on doing, and he knew from experience that he would need a break long before she did.

[study_in_scarlet]

Opening her mouth to say that yes, indeed he had, Clint cut her off by stating the incident first. “Okay, I suppose I can give you a pass for that one,” she said. Sucking his bottom lip in between her teeth she gave it a not so gentle nip before sitting up again and getting to her knees to position herself over him.

As much as she enjoyed teasing him and exploring every inch of his body, she truly wasn’t a patient person and she was done with the games. She was ready to get right to the main event.

[ihazanest]

He was just fine with that, really, one hand sliding up her side, just resting between her ribs and her hip, fingers splayed, while the other kneaded against her thigh, encouraging the movement that they were already both quite ready for.

[study_in_scarlet]

Clint’s touch was encouraging and Natasha wasted no more time before slowly sinking down over him, taking him in completely. For a moment she didn’t move, just let herself adjust to the feel of him filling her, her fingertips rubbing idly at his stomach. When she did finally move it was minimal, just rotating her hips against him, her lips parting to allow a small noise of pleasure to escape.

[ihazanest]

His breath caught in his throat at that, a quiet little growl escaping at the movement of her hips, fingers pressing just a little more closely against her skin for a moment, holding on.

He was tempted to tell her to stop dawdling, but he wasn't entirely sure if that would make her do it more or not, so for the time being he didn't say anything, just shifted his own hips in turn with another quiet murmur, one that coalesced into a warm: "That's it. Perfect."

[study_in_scarlet]

Closing her eyes she threw her head back, her fingernails lightly grazing over his abs as his fingers pressed a little harder against her flesh.

She hated the term ‘perfect’. She had heard it far too many times in her life, had too many people refer to her as such before she turned around and stabbed them in the back, sometimes literally. But here with Clint, among rumpled sheets smelling of sweat, sex, and blood, with him filling her so completely and making her feel so whole... well, this was about as close to perfect as she would ever concede.

To keep from getting too emotional or sentimental it was then that she started to move with long, slow strokes at first, the tempo increasing with each one.

[ihazanest]

And Clint? Well, he rarely said it unless he actually meant it, which was something she likely knew about him. Thinking, though was something that was rapidly losing its appeal at the moment. Clint was far more interested in feeling, though he couldn't help the grin when she started to move in earnest.

One hand stayed curled against her hip, mostly just to keep track of where she was, while the other one slid up to toy with her breast, since it was right there where he could reach it. It only took a moment to settle into the rhythm she was setting, rolling his hips in counterpoint to each of her movements.