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It was going to take a bit more for Clint to come back to where Natasha wanted him to be. But it was easy enough and didn't take as long as he thought: with Natasha straddling him, talking to him in Russian, and drawing patterns on his skin... he felt his body stirring already. Not even Bobbi had been able to elicit that reaction in him (then again, their lovemaking hadn't ever quite been like this). He felt guilty for thinking of Bobbi during this time, and he pulled Natasha down to kiss her again. "I love you more than anything," he told her, stroking her cheek before reaching down to guide his now-hard cock into her.

From Russia With Love || Clintasha

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When Clint felt Natasha speed up he knew that was her silent okay for him to come, and it only took his mere seconds before he felt himself shooting his offering into his wife's mouth. A loud, low moan left his throat as his fingers tightened in her hair before he finished, panting and relishing in his high as his Natasha kissed back up to his lips and he kissed her slowly, desperate to taste himself on her lips. "Я очень люблю его, мой паук," he muttered back, slowly regaining his lost breath even as he kissed his wife.

From Russia With Love || Clintasha

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There was not much Clint could do but let his wife tease him. Lick him, suck him, and touch him to drive him to the brink of his completion; panting hard and trying not to look down at the redhead to keep himself in check. “I’m close, Tasha,” was all he could manage, his slate blue eyes looking down and meeting her emerald ones. But he knew better than to come before his wife let him. She had him trained in certain tasks in the bedroom, and this was one of them.

From Russia With Love || Clintasha

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She was in really bad shape. I think she's still doing physical therapy. She doesn't know who any of us are except her family, however. She was freaking out about being on Earth for a while, too.

Oh..oh my god. Is she alright?

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Well, the long and the short of it was she was captured by Frost Giants. Hell knows what they did to her but she came back in pretty bad shape and she's lost her memory.

W-what do you mean? What happened to Lyra?

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Then you don't know what happened to Lyra, then.

…no.

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I told you more than just that, Lina. Did you even read my text messages?

I’m sorry. I just really needed to get away, and be on my own without you telling me to come home every day.

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Oh, that's right. And you ignored all my text messages I sent you too, I suppose.

Daddy, I told you in my note. I took the key to one of your safehouses in Russia and just lived on my own for a while. It was…nice to get away and kinda be normal for a while.

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Hi yourself. Where have you been?

Hi Daddy!

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Itsy Bitsy.

It's about time you came home.

It’s good to be home.

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It was in his nature, especially when it came to Natasha, to automatically adjust to whatever role he needed to play. Right now, he was at his wife's mercy, watching her with curious yet knowing eyes as she took off his pants and his boxers. "Oh holy shit," he growled through gritted teeth as his wife took him into her mouth. She was basically a pro at this at this point, and he had to keep his hips still from bucking up and choking her. "You're so good at that, fuck Tasha," Clint moaned, his fingers from one hand tangling in her red hair and the other gripping the bedspread within reach.

From Russia With Love || Clintasha

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"Wait... you went to a nude beach? You're just a kid!"

"Why, yes! It was the son of Coul."

"I did. It wasn’t actually magical, but it was nice. Very sunny. Oh, and they had nude beaches. That was interesting.”

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It was easy, after over twenty years of fucking Natasha, to tell when his lover was close. And one of them was when she slipped back into Russian. Which Clint never complained about. He found it incredibly hot. He felt her muscles grip his fingers like a vice before they fluttered with her release, and he grinned against her clit in satisfaction. He pulled his fingers out of her now dripping wet pussy, making a show of licking and sucking his fingers clean. "did you enjoy that, мой дорогой?" he asked, moving to kiss her languidly and deeply.

From Russia With Love || Clintasha

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"Lemme guess... Coulson? Because he never shuts up about damn Tahiti."

"So, did you enjoy it, beautiful?"

"Well, one of the agents said that it was a magical place, so I decided to see for myself."

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"Tahiti? That's such a random place to go."

"Guess who’s back from Tahiti!"

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Clint was enjoying teasing his wife, but he also enjoyed it when he gave her what she wanted. He hummed against her clit as he lapped at it like a starving dog, hoping that the vibrations would drive her crazy. It seemed to do the trick: and he let out a low groan at her nails digging into his shoulder. "Fuck," he echoed her word, his fingers moving to push into her while he worked, determined to bring her over the edge for the first time that night with his newfound expertise.

From Russia With Love || Clintasha