I ain'tent Ded, as Granny Weatherwax says. I am, however, so very, very sorry that this has taken me so long to update. I could blame ReaLife™, I could blame outside forces, but the honest truth is that I totally hit a wall and distracted myself with Primeval fanfic, Jecker in particular. I have three new stories screaming in my brain which all want writing and I simply didn't know how to either start or keep going.

However, I do know the rough layout for the next chapter of this fic, so it ain'tent Ded either!

His body pressed hers against the wall, one arm tight around her waist and holding their hips together (why hello there, Mr Erection) whilst his other cradled the base of her skull. The occasional brush of calluses – which she had once known so intimately – against the soft skin at the back of her neck was setting off sparks which ran down her spine and gathered in her lower belly. Darcy moaned against his mouth and wound her arms around his hard torso, fingernails scratching uselessly against his body armour. Her tongue begged entry to his mouth, and as it slipped between his lips he lost himself to the kiss.

Clint growled and pulled back when Darcy bit his lower lip and they both heaved some much-needed oxygen into their lungs. "Damn woman, are you trying to kill me?" Darcy grinned, totally unabashed as she ground against his thigh.

"Why would I do that? Waste of some perfectly good manflesh. Just… Jesus, can you take this fucking Kevlar off already? Wanna feel you…" her voice rose into a petulant almost-whine, and Clint smiled as he ducked his head and kissed here again, more sweetly than before. She felt something give, and then he was shrugging away his body armour. Pulling away, she frowned lightly, "How?"

"Hidden clips. Now hush and hang on a second". She managed to resist shrieking when the arm at her waist tightened, and then she was wrapping her legs around his now bare waist and she could finally run her hands down his back. She sighed happily at the feel of his familiar scars once more at her fingertips, which he echoed as she gently scratched his skin. At his questioning grunt she nodded towards the door of her bedroom; he kept his grip on her as he staggered through and dropped her onto the bed. Clint's body was pressing her into the mattress, all hard and needy, and then he was kissing her stomach and when the hell had her jeans and panties been removed and then oh hello calluses and holy fuck his mouth was right where she needed it to be. Did she need to breathe? Probably, but the man between her legs was doing something which she was pretty sure was illegal and oh god ohgodohgodohgod. Fuck. More. Now. Darcy couldn't stop herself from screaming his name.

Clint unwound her still-trembling legs from his shoulders as Darcy lay, glassy-eyed and panting, on her bed. He licked his lips and rested his head against the inside of her thigh. Darcy was trying to focus enough to return the favour, but his warm breath was trickling over her highly sensitised lady-parts which made it rather hard to concentrate. It was very easy, however, to get even more turned-on. He smirked as her hips flexed in his grip. He kissed the soft flesh beneath his cheek gently and heard a breathless moan. "Eager, Darcy?"

The young woman struggled to rest up on her elbows and gave him a slightly tremulous smile; Clint was rather alarmed to see that her eyes were wet. "Only for you, Clint. Only ever for you."

With those words, all thoughts of the intended fast and frantic fuck – the need to prove that they were both alive – was gone. Darcy deserved so much more than that, than him if he was going to be honest. He would have drawn away, sat on the bed and apologised for everything, but Darcy grabbed his hand and slowly ran her tongue over the fingers which had just been driving her to crumbling insanity. He was reminded of that night a lifetime ago; a night of thunderstorms and cheese fries, of beer and laughter. Of her thighs tight about his waist as he muffled her screams with her mouth. His cock, which had started to wilt beneath the emotions warring in his chest, was almost instantly hard again; his blood began to pound as she sucked on his fingers, swirling her talented tongue between each one and making an appreciative little hum of satisfaction. He was entranced by her half-closed eyes and the way her cheeks hollowed when she sucked her way to his rough fingertips. Clint gently drew his hand away and tucked a loose lock of hair behind her ear. Darcy leant her cheek against his palm.

They were still, staring into each other's eyes, for just a moment before Darcy could wait no longer – she grabbed the back of his neck and bodily pulled him forwards to crash their lips together once more. Clint was more than willing to run his hands up over hips to push her vest top up, exposing more and more soft and pale skin until he was forced to end their kiss so that he could fling the bunched fabric away behind him; he deftly unclasped her bra one handed before laying her down again. Her fingers grasped at the short hair on the back of his head as he roughly mouthed and then sucked at her breasts. His thumb brushed between her legs and she shuddered beneath him. "Clint. Fuck, I need you in me. Now."

He released her nipple with a delightfully lewd pop. "Your wish is my command, oh Queen of Badassery". He stood, ogling her body as he untied his boots and unbuckled his combats, fully aware of her hungry gaze as he pulled the belt open and the heavy re-enforced fabric settled lower on his hips. He forced himself to slow and chuckled at her frustrated puff of breath.

"I'm trying very hard not to sound desperate here, but honey – if you don't get a move on I might just have to kick your ass" Darcy growled at him in mock-annoyance, but Clint just gave her a sly grin and stayed at the same pace. Not that he wasn't as wanting as her. He was pretty certain that if his cock got any harder something would give out, like his heart. Which nearly stuttered to nothingness when the young woman before him suddenly sat up and ran her tongue over the swollen head. He grabbed onto her shoulders as his knees wobbled.

"D-Darcy, fuck stop. Please. For the love of G-God, please stop. I'm gonna…I can't last." Even though he had his eyes clenched in pained concentration, he knew she was grinning up at him. Her hand dropped from the base of his cock, and despite having asked her to stop he felt oddly bereft. Clint opened his eyes to see Darcy scooting back further on the bed. She crooked a finger at him, and he scrambled to join her.

Clint crawled to lie half on her, catching her mouth in a kiss that reduced Darcy to barely-breathing moans of happiness. Gently he broke off, trailing his lips over her cheek before mouthing gently at the corner of her jaw. "Condom?"

Darcy shook her head. "Pill. Clean. Safe. You?" and she kissed his neck as he murmured back "same" before he moved, slowly covering her body with his. Reaching a hand between them to hold himself steady as he lined up with her eagerly parted lips, he teased her gently by running the weeping tip up and down as she flexed and groaned beneath him. Unable to wait longer, he pressed forwards and slid partway in. The feeling of her heat, her slickness, wrapped so beautifully tightly around him was incredible and Clint gripped her thigh as she arched her back. He held her leg up to his side and used it as an anchor point as he pushed up to be flush with her body.

"Oh god, Darcy – so tight. Fuck, I won't last much longer" he panted through gritted teeth, his jaw tight as he resisted the urge to just pound away until his inevitably-too-soon conclusion. The heat which enveloped him, her muscles contracting in waves as she first stretched to accommodate his girth and then constricted as she started to reach towards her own peak was driving him insane. And as he moved, at first slowly and then faster and faster, the friction of flesh against flesh was a gift from some higher power.

Darcy could feel every inch of him as he moved; every muscle in his body bunching and flexing in the pursuit of pleasured release. With shallow gasping breaths his name became a prayer; her fingernails were raking scarlet tracks down his back as he shuddered above her. Tears leaked from her eyes as she squeezed the lids shut and her entire body was tense as she came with an exultant scream, Clint pushing their lips together to swallow the sound. Darcy clung to him as he fucked her through the waves of her orgasm, his movements within her prolonging the rippling aftershocks and driving her to blind insanity.

Clint couldn't keep going; wet and pulsing heat squeezed his already constricted cock and he tore his mouth from hers to bellow his release, pouring both his seed and his soul into her willing body. He kept pounding into her, driving himself deep inside even as she relaxed to spent docility from her own intense orgasms. Eventually, he could do nothing more than collapse beside her, slipping gently out with a faint groan when her body tensed around him, as if it was trying to hold him inside. However, Clint knew that sleep would be best for the both of them and that if he stayed where he was it would be impossible not to crush the young woman who even now was giving him the satiated sleepy-eye.

And so instead, he tucked himself behind her, spooning Darcy and pulling her close to his chest. If ever there was a time, it really was now… "I love you Darcy" he mumbled into the back of her neck.

"Mmmm," she replied. She could feel his cum oozing out to smear on her thigh, and she had never felt happier. "I love you too."

With that, they both slipped into sleep.