Well, here is the final chapter. All 3 have been updated and edited. I hope you have enoyed this and feel free to drop a review! I could really use the feedback :P I promise I will eventually start working on my other stories again, but at the moment I am doing a lot of editing. My mistakes are driving me insane. Plus I feel like I can go back and add to stories now to help them flow together. So stick with me and thanks for reading! I do not own the song at the end either.

Natasha continued to kiss Clint as she pressed him against the door, her hands tangling in his hair. Clint's hands were planted on her waist as kissed her deeply, her previous statement urging him on. Natasha reached past him and flipped the lock before whispering a long line of Russian that caused him to groan. Clint closed his eyes, trying to keep control over his body. He was not going to let a single statement drive him crazy, no matter how sexy that statement might have been.

When he opened his eyes again Natasha was smirking at him and he chuckled slightly. "That was hardly fair," Clint murmured before trying to steal another kiss.

"All is fair in love and war," Natasha ducked away from him before running a finger along his jaw. He just chuckled before claiming her lips once more, his hands exploring her back and sides. Natasha closed her eyes as his calloused hands skimmed across her skin, leaving a warm trail where ever he touched. She felt as if her entire body was on fire and the feeling surpirsed her. Despite the teasing from Stark and the large rumours, she had never slept with anyone. That would be a waste of time; Yes, she would seduce men and take them to a hotel room but that was as far as things got. As soon as they were alone she would take care of her target. But men had touched her before and never before had they turned her on like this.

Natasha ground against him and Clint fought the moan that tried to escape his lips. He walked them backwards towards the bed, his lips never leaving hers. Natasha surpirsed him when she switched their posistions and pushed him down before crawling on top of him. Clint raised an eyebrow and she just smiled, crawling up his body to straddle his waist. Clint winced when her knee landed on his hand as she couldn't help but smile.

"Sorry."

"No complaints," Clint replied huskily as he watched her plant kisses along his chest and shoulders. Clint hadn't tried to fight her for dominace yet but he decided to change things up. He carefully flipped them over so that was on top of her, smirking. Natasha just rolled her eyes as he kissed her again, his hands roaming near her waist.

"Someone is feeling bold," Natasha drawled, her own voice full of lust, as his hands played with the hem of her shirt. Clint just chuckled before tugging on the shirt, easily pulling it off of her. He took a moment to take in her sculpted body and lacy bra, his eyes roaming over every inch of her body. Natasha took advantage of the distraction and flipped them over once more, ending his staring.

"Nat," Clint whined as she stayed out of reach when she tried to kiss him.

"Patience," Natasha said smugly before bending down to kiss him, her hips wrecking havoc on his lower body. Apparently she was going to be in control or he was going to pay for it later.

Clint was scared he would wake up any second; his brain was having trouble believing that this could actually be happening. Clint had always found her attractive, even when she had a gun pointed at him. Although he knew it was silly he found her cute when she was made and enjoyed the way she would cross her arms and glared at him. He had always felt something for her but had realized it would never happened. So he settled on being partners, but that had grown into something more. It had grown into a friendship and he had been convinced that was that would ever come out of it. But now Natasha was straddling his waist, shirtless, playing into every fantasy he had ever had about her. He knew every noise he made was fueling her ego by the ever growing smirk on her face.

Natasha finally stretched out across his body, lying her head on his chest as they tried to catch their breath. Clint pressed kissed to her neck and cheek, skimming his fingers along her arm. Natasha smiled as she looked up at him, her eyes scanning his face, raising an eyebrow at the slight crease in his forehead. She knew he had a question burning on his mind.

"What's up?" She asked softly.

"Why all this so suddenly? Just yesterday we were ready to kill each other." Clint's eyes were on hers as he waited for an answer.

"I am tired of trying to fight my feelings. At the end of the day we are human...screwed up humans maybe, but we are human. I can't change that and I guess I finally accept that."

"You are right; we definitely are not normal by any stretch of the imagination. But we are human," He agreed as she laid her hand against his. "We are Assassins and we've saved countries, even the world. Maybe it is time to save each other."

"That was so cheesey Clint," Natasha laughed softly and he grinned.

"Well I am sorry. I didn't have time to think up a Poem or anything," He shot back with a smile.

"You talk too much," she teased, reaching up to kiss him again.

"I don't want to rush into this. You've drove me mad for years," he murmured as he flipped their positions again. "Now it is my turn."

"You think you can?" Natasha raised an eyebrow, smirking.

"I know I can," Clint smirked as he undid the clasp on her bra, tossing it aside.

"Hey," she said in surprise; she hadn't even noticed her moved his hands.

"You forget that I am a ninja," He grinned at her smugly.

"Assassin," Natasha corrected, rolling her eyes.

"Ninja sounds cooler," Clint mused as his hands trailed from her waist to her chest. Natasha closed her eyes as he teased her, her breath hitching in her throat. She knew that she was urging him on with every sound that she made but she couldn't stop the moans that escaped her lips. "Someone is enjoying themself," Clint smirked.

"Shut up," she muttered, arching towards his hands.

"No thank you," he kissed her under her jaw. "I like to boast."

"I figured Tony would be the one to boast in bed, not you."

"If you sleep with Tony I'll kill him," Clint stopped everything and frowned.

"Lighten up," she reached up to mess up his hair. "I wouldn't dream of it. Besides, he isn't you." That made Clint smile and he went back to his previous actions until her breath was coming in gasp.

"Told you I could drive you mad," Clint smiled in victory.

"My turn," was her only reply as she flipped them over, her hands dropping to his waist. She nimbly unbuttoned his jeans, shoving them off with her feet. Clint kicked them off the bed, every nerve in his body on edge. He moaned as she showed him just how skilled she was with those hands; apparently there weren't just go knocking people out and hitting him.

Clint finally flipped them back over, unable to take it anymore. Natasha smirked at him, raising an eyebrow. "Ok, you win," he managed, his voice thick was lust as he fought for control over his body.

"I always do," Natasha smirked. Some how they had managed to get each other completely undressed with missing a beat. Clint considered teasing her some more, but he knew hecouldn't take much more himself so he pulled her onto his chest instead, planting a kiss on her lips.

"Are you sure about this?"

"Do you think I'd be lying here if I wasn't?" She cocked an eyebrow.

"I dunno, maybe. Maybe I am just irresistible," he grinned.

"Yes, Clint. That must be it," she rolled her eyes before laying a hand against his cheek. She looked at him for a long time before leaning forward and kissing him softly. This kiss wasn't heated or demanding. Instead it was soft and let him know exactly how much he meant to her. "I love you," Natasha whispered as she pulled away.

"I know," he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as he smiled. "I knew that the minute I found you standing in the middle of my living room. But you know what?"

"What?"

"I love you too," Clint kissed her gently as he finally joining them together. She sighed contently, lying her head against his chest, content to listen to the sound of his heart as her body adjusted.

"I'm glad," she smiled before looking up at him, a devilish glint in her eyes. "That means I can beat up on you."

"You already did that before," Clint chuckled.

"Well, I guess you are right," She laughed. "Let's just see how much endurance you have." She said wickedly.

Clint smiled as he kissed her back, his hands tracing the curves of her back. Somewhere along the way, during their crazy missions and adventures, they had fallen in love- something they both swore they would never do. Somehow they had snuck past each others defenses and into each others hearts. Clint had always been a lone gun before he met her. He did not like having a parnter and never thought he would. But now he couldn't imagine anyone else covering his back. Maybe the old saying was true; Two is better than one. And he planned on making sure she knew that, even if it took all night.

So maybe it's true that I can't live without you
And maybe two is better than one
But there's so much time to figure out the rest of my life
And you've already got me coming undone
And I'm thinking two is better than one