#distelfluffverse

[russianchildatprayer]

I thought you might be able to appreciate the humor in this.

Aw doc, this is the very sweetest thing. You're the best. She'll look perfect in that.

[russianchildatprayer]

Popping the lid | Clint/Natasha

Oh great.

For the longest while, Natasha had ignored it. A little pain here and there was nothing new, and Bruce had assured her, it was normal in these last one, two weeks before the due date.

Another time, maybe, she would have stood up to walk a few steps, that always helped. But standing up was quite an adventure since she was carrying two or three basketballs in her guts with her. And Clint was so caught up in his current Grand Theft Auto level that she didn't want to disturb him.

So she had rolled her eyes, kept her hand on her belly and murmured a soothing word to Makyla from time to time, and gone back to working.

For the first time she only realized that something was maybe wrong when her panties and the underside of her skirt began to feel wet. Her first reaction was to startle, her stomach dropping in time with her hand to touch that wet spot, make sure, her fingers didn't come back red. That fear from that one horrifying incident, when Clint and her had been so afraid for Kyla, wasn't forgotten. But the fluid staining her legs was clean.

Oh.

Damn. She had been that close to finish that damn decoding. Sometimes she felt she was the only one at S.H.I.E.L.D. who spoke proper Russian. Looked like that would have to wait.

"Um, Clint?"

[clintbartonhawk-blog]

Slowly, Clint placed the bag he’d been carrying on the floor and straightened up, inwardly fighting a losing battle with the laughter crackling up his spine.

"I … uhm. That was …" He lost the battle for a second, starting to laugh but managed to keep a straight face by focusing on the lack of clothing covering his fiancée. Still though, in the end he had to laugh.

"I’m sorry, I’m not … of all the things I ever expected to see when I come back from work like a fucking 9-5 guy … well, this really wasn’t it."

[russianchildatprayer]

Interesting. Natasha hadn't been aware that she was capable of blushing so hard. Well, if Clint could laugh about it, it probably was best to just join. She didn't always need to look and act perfect for him, that was something she had had to learn very hard during the pregnancy.

"Just enjoying my new gathered freedom."

She jumped down the sofa as elegantly as possible, once more relieved that she finally felt home in her own body again. And since Steve and Darcy had agreed to take care of Kyla all night, there were some other benefits to enjoy...

She didn't bother to put any clothes on when she neared Clint, not even a towel or skirt like she had used in all these last weeks to cover the rest of skin and scar showing, there had been a tiny human being inside her not too long ago. He wasn't exactly looking at her like he'd mind such flaws...

"So, does the 9 - 5 guy want his little wifey to cook for him? Or do we jump that part and move on to you fucking me against that wall?"

[clintbartonhawk-blog]

"Don’t be smart with me," Clint snapped. As always, the worry made him tense. "You and I both know you’re not really trying to find something that works."

[russianchildatprayer]

"It's just a week, Clint..."

Natasha tried her best not to become angry too, but it wasn't even half a day gone and her nerves were already giving in. She couldn't fucking do this, she had told him that.

"Lying flat on my back just doesn't really stimulate my appetite, okay? I'll just drink a lot of this smoothie stuff. Like, fruits are good for little one, right?"

[clintbartonhawk-blog]

But … but look, it kinda came with the outfit and it looks really cool!

[russianchildatprayer]

Fine. But if she shoots Steve in the ass, it's on you. *fights smile*

[clintbartonhawk-blog]

After another moment, Clint managed to tear his eyes away and look up at Natasha, tongue poking out between his teeth. It was as much playfully devouring her with his eyes as it was making sure. Not that Clint would complain, but pregnancy had kinda thrown their sex life for a loop. One week, she was all over him and the next, he pretty much tried to stay out of her way and ended up jerking off in the shower like a teenager whenever she was out. So this? Hell yeah.

"That right?"

Grinning now, he let the spatula clatter to the ground, nearly forgot to switch off the stove before he practically jumped to where Natasha was leaning, backing her further into the wall and kissing her, fingers greedily reaching for her perky nipples that had distracted him moments ago.

"You’re fucking gorgeous, y’know that right?"

[russianchildatprayer]

Natasha didn't really think so - there was nothing gorgeous about being completely out of shape - but Clint had always had a special liking for her breasts, and it was kind of comforting, that hadn't changed.

Also she didn't really feel like disagreeing when he started touching her and her fairly interested nipples went to hard and oversensitive immediately. Gasping, she wrapped her leg around his and leaned back further against the counter to present her bare curves as nice as possible for him.

"Not doing so bad yourself..."

She reached out to run her hand down his back to the perfect curve of his ass, rubbing her thigh slowly, tightly against his crotch. They couldn't get as close as they had used to with a certain bump in the way but no one was to say, she couldn't improvise.

[russianchildatprayer]

"I got it in my eye."

Oh damn, doc… I’m sorry… I don’t know how these work anymore, damnit. *blushes brightly and quickly covers up again* I mean, it just comes out, you know… This is getting embarrassing.

[russianchildatprayer]

The pancake made an unhappy sound where it connected with the kitchen floor but, honestly, Clint had better things to do than worry about one sad pancake. "Uh", he said intelligently. What had they been talking about? He had no idea. All he knew was that he couldn't keep his eyes from wandering, taking the time to take all of her in in brought daylight. Every new curve of her body that had changed so much in the last few months. "You're cold", he muttered finally, eyes glued to her chest.

Natasha leaned against the kitchen counter, grinning, and made no move to pick up up that damn towel that had surrendered to her breasts and belly completely getting out of control lately. It would have been embarrassing if Clint hadn’t shown her that he seemed to like it. Such lingering, heated looks it was that helped her cope with her body getting out of shape more and more.

Also, it wasn’t exactly cold in the kitchen.

"You’re welcome to do something about that", she smiled anyway.