Highschool (Teen/Adult)

He nuzzled his head into the crook of her neck.

She curls up under the covers, shifting a bit.

Natasha smiles lightly, fiddling with his hair.

Clint washes his hands and comes back, gently lifting her up, letting her sit on his lap, putting her head on his shoulder, putting the blanket over them.

He mumbles a couple things in his sleep.

She cuddles into his torso, gently clutching his shirt.

Natasha smiles, deciding to go back to sleep, though woke up after a wet dream.

Clint smiles, wrapping his arms around her.

He was still asleep.

She wakes a while later, yawning softly and opening her eyes

Natasha moves a little uncomfortably, trying to get back to sleep, hoping it would just pass.

Clint smiles. "Hey, sleeping beauty." Clint says softly.

He pulls her back into his arms.

She smiles, kissing his cheek. "Hey."

Natasha rests her hands over his, laying there awake.

Clint smiles. "Good nap?" He asks, tucking some hair behind her ear.

He slowly begins to stir and wake up:

She nods. "Yep. Mainly because you were with me".

Natasha turns over to face him, kissing his neck. "Baby.." She murmurs.

Clint smiles, caressing her cheek. "Glad I make you so comfortable." He chuckles.

"Mm..." he half moans/mumbles, his eyes still shut.

She giggles, kissing him softly.

Natasha gently bites his neck. "I need you. Right now.." She says.

Clint smiles, kissing her back, smirking as his hands rest on her ass.

He sits up, rubbing his eyes.

She smiles, not noticing where his hands were. "I love you."

Natasha stays laying down, watching him with lustful eyes.

Clint smiles. "I love you more." He smirks, kissing her softly.

He kisses her neck,  smirking.

"Impossible." She grins, kissing him back.

Natasha gives a light moan, biting her bottom lip.

Clint chuckles, kissing her back.

"Strip." He orders.

She smiles playing with his hair.,

Natasha nods lightly, sitting up then pulling off her shirt, and unhooking her bra, tossing them to the side. Then unbuttons her jeans, sliding them down along with her underwear.

Clint smiles, running his hand up and now her sides.

He strips himself down.

She sftarts kissing his neck.

Natasha watches him with a small smile, winking with a smirk.

Clint lets out a small moan, holding her sides.

He thrusts into her, kissing her neck.

She grinds her hips against his, biting and sucking in his neck.

Natasha gasps lightly, moaning as she bit her bottom lip.

Clint groans with pleasure,  his hands running smoothly up and down her thighs.

He starts thrusting, slow and deep.

She takes off his shirt, kissing down his neck.

Natasha moans still, arching her back.

Clint smiles, carefully removing her shirt.

He speeds up.

She kisses down his chest, unbuttoning his jeans.