"Fine," Darcy said with a smirk. "But you're not doing any more work today." She gave him a sultry smile and grabbed his hand. "I've been without for five days now and I'm practically in heat. Come here." She dragged him over to the couch in the living room.
Mark laughed and let her pull him down while she climbed onto his lap. "You're relentless," he said.
"You love it," she replied as she kissed him hard and their mouths crashed together,lips parting so tongues could slide against each other. Darcy sucked on his bottom lip, then bit down before soothing it with a slow lick. Mark's hands slid up under her shirt, his palms flat against the warm skin of her back, his fingers spreading wide enough to feel every inch. She arched into the touch, pressing her breasts against his chest until the fabric of her tee stretched too tightly across her nipples.
He broke the kiss long enough to yank the shirt over her head and toss it somewhere behind the couch.
She had no bra underneath.
Her massive breasts spilled free with her nipples already stiff and dark pink from the friction.
Darcy grabbed the hem of his black tee and peeled it off him in one rough tug. Skin met skin. She rocked forward, grinding her jean-covered crotch against the hard length trapped in his sweatpants. Mark groaned into her mouth and cupped both breasts, thumbs brushing over the tight peaks. He rolled each nipple between thumb and forefinger, tugging gently, then harder when she moaned and pushed her chest into his hands.
She reached down between them and slipped inside the waistband of his sweatpants. His cock sprang free the head already slick. Darcy wrapped her hand around the shaft and stroked from base to tip. Mark's hips jerked up into her grip. She kept the rhythm constanr while she kissed him again, tonguing his mouth in time with her strokes. Precum leaked over her knuckles. She smeared it down the length with her thumb, circling the sensitive ridge under the head until his breathing turned ragged.
Mark slid one hand down the front of her jeans, popped the button and dragged the zipper down. His fingers pushed past the elastic of her panties and found her soaked. Two fingers parted her folds and slid through the slick heat, then curled inside her. Darcy gasped against his lips and clenched around the intrusion. He pumped slowly at first, letting her adjust, then added a third finger and pressed his thumb against her clit. She rocked down onto his hand, riding the stretch while she jerked him faster.
"Get these off," she muttered against his mouth. She lifted her hips so he could shove her jeans and panties down her thighs. She kicked them off, then tugged his sweatpants the rest of the way down his legs. Naked now. She straddled him again, bare pussy sliding along the underside of his cock. The wet heat dragged over him from balls to tip. Mark gripped her hips and rocked her forward so the head bumped her clit with every pass.
Darcy leaned back, hands braced on his thighs behind her. Her breasts bounced up and down between them. She pushed them together with her upper arms, creating a deep valley of soft flesh. "Remember how much you liked this last time?" She got off his lap and lowered herself until his cock nestled between her tits, the slick shaft trapped in warm, pillowy skin. She squeezed them tighter around him and started sliding up and down. The head poked out the top of her cleavage with every upward stroke and precum smeared across her sternum.
"God, your cock feels so thick between my tits," she whispered. "Look how hard you are for them. Bet you want to paint them again, don't you? Cover me in it while I keep fucking you with them."
Mark's hands covered hers, helping her squeeze harder. He thrust up into the tight channel she made. "You love watching them bounce, don't you? Love seeing your dick disappear between them. Come on, give it to me. Shoot all over my tits, mark me."
The words pushed him over. His hips snapped up once, twice, then he groaned as he came. Thick ropes of cum erupted from the tip, splattering across the tops of her breasts, dripping down into the valley, coating her skin. Darcy kept sliding, milking every pulse until he shuddered and went still. She lifted her chest, let his softening cock slip free, then scooped a thick stripe of cum off one breast with two fingers and sucked them clean while holding eye contact. She leaned down and took the head into her mouth, her tongue swirling to collect the last drops before she swallowed with an audible gulp.
Mark exhaled hard through his nose. Before he could catch his breath she climbed off his lap, turned around, and knelt on the couch cushions with her knees spread wide. Her ass lifted toward him, back arched, pussy glistening between her thighs. "I'm all yours..." she said over her shoulder.
Mark didn't need to head anymore, he dropped to his knees behind her. Hands gripped her hips, thumbs spreading her open. He leaned in and dragged his tongue from clit to entrance in one long stroke. Darcy moaned and pushed back against his face. He circled her clit with the tip of his tongue, then sucked it between his lips and flicked rapidly. She shuddered and rocked against him. He pressed his tongue inside her, pushing as deep as he could, fucking her with it while his nose bumped her taint. Her inner walls fluttered around the intrusion.
"Right there," she gasped. "Your tongue feels so good inside me. Deeper. Push it deeper."
Mark obliged, curling his tongue and thrusting constantly while one hand slid up to pinch her nipple. Darcy moaned louder, hips grinding back to meet every stroke. Her thighs started to shake. He pulled back just long enough to suck hard on her clit again, then plunged his tongue back inside. This was enough to make her cum with a loud cry, her walls clamping down on his tongue as slick heat flooded his mouth. He kept licking through it until she whimpered and tried to pull away.
Mark straightened up, his cock already hard again. He lined himself up and pushed inside her in one strong thrust. Her pussy stretched around him and was ever bit hot and wet as it looked. Every inch disappeared until his hips met her ass. Darcy groaned loudly with her head dropping forward. He held still for a second, letting her adjust to the fullness, then pulled back almost all the way and sank in again. The drag of her walls along his shaft made his jaw clench.
She felt impossibly full, every ridge and vein of him pressed against her inner walls. He started a constant rhythm of deep strokes, his hips snapping forward each time he bottomed out. Darcy braced on her forearms, lifteing her ass higher as she took him deeper with every thrust. Her breasts swung beneath her, nipples brushing the couch fabric.
Mark fucked her hard and only went harder as the minutes went by, the pace building until the couch creaked under them. His balls tightened and he drove in hard one last time before he came, his semen pulsing deep inside her. Darcy clenched around him and followed, inner walls rippling as she orgasmed again and collapsed forward on the sofa breathing heavily.
"I hope you're not finished yet..." Mark said as he spun her around onto her back and pushed her legs up until her feet rested above her head, her ankles crossed behind her ears. Her flexibility let her fold easily, letting her knees pressing down toward her shoulders and making her pussy lifted and exposed completely. He gripped his cock and thrust back inside her in one hard motion. The angle drove him deeper than before, bottoming out against her cervix with every snap of his hips. Darcy screamed a raw and high-pitched sound, her body arching up off the couch as much as the position allowed.
"Oh g-god, M-Mark, it's s-so deep, I c-can't—" she stuttered as he slammed into her again. "T-too much, y-your cock is s-splitting me, I-I—ahh!"
He pounded relentlessly, the tight channel gripping him like a vise, her walls fluttering wildly around his shaft with each brutal thrust. Drool leaked from the corner of her mouth while her eyes rolled back and her face went slack. Mark leaned down and mauled one breast with his hand, digging his gingers into the soft flesh while he sucked the nipple into his mouth. He switched to the other, biting down just enough to make her howl.
"P-please, d-don't stop, h-harder, I-I'm—" she howled, voice cracking into a stuttered mess. "F-feels so g-good, y-your mouth on my t-tits, s-slamming so d-deep, I c-can't think—"
She turned into a drooling wreck, saliva trailing down her chin, her eyes unfocused while he sucked harder on her nipple. The constant slamming turned her screams into broken gasps, while her body was shaking uncontrollably.
Mark felt the pressure build in his balls again and so he thrust even harder, burying himself to the hilt with each stroke. After a few moments he came with a grunt, shooting thick pulses deep inside her flooding her walls with his cum. Darcy screamed as she climaxed, her pussy clamping down on him like a fist, then squirting hot gushes of fluid that soaked his groin and the couch beneath them. Her body went limp, her legs slipping from behind her head, and her chest heaving as she lay there spent and twitching.
Mark pulled out slowly, cum and her fluids mixing in a sticky mess between her thighs. He then sat down on the sofa next to her taking a breath as he assumed Darcy was done for the night.
However Darcy turned around still glassy eyed with pleasure. She crawled forward, grabbed his slick cock, and stroked it back to full hardness. "Not yet," she said. "I'm not done with you yet."
She climbed onto his lap again, positioned herself, and sank down onto him in one smooth drop. Her pussy swallowed him to the root and she started riding him immediately, hips rolling in tight circles before lifting and slamming back down. Mark gripped her ass with both hands, helping her bounce. She leaned in and kissed him deeply, her tongue sliding against his while she fucked herself on his cock.
They kept going like that for hours.
She rode him until her thighs burned, then flipped around reverse-cowgirl so he could watch her ass bounce while she took him deep. Later he laid her on her back on the couch, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and pounded down into her until the cushions slid off the edge. She came again and again, nails raking his back. He flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her hips up, and took her from behind again, one hand wrapped in her hair while the other squeezed her breast. Cum leaked down her thighs from earlier loads, making every thrust slicker and louder.
By the time the city outside started to lighten they were both drenched in sweat. Darcy lay sprawled across his chest on the floor now, legs tangled with his, his cock still buried inside her. She clenched around him lazily, milking one last weak pulse from him before they both finally went still.
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The SHIELD headquarters buried deep beneath the ground remained in chaos more than twelve hours after the initial sabotage. Emergency lights bathed every corridor and smokew lingered in the air from secondary explosions that had ripped through lower levels. Crews in hazmat suits moved through damaged sections while others hauled debris away in wheelbarrows.
Agents shouted orders over the radios while the main command hall itself looked like a war zone. Consoles sparked where wiring had melted. Several screens stayed dark. Others flickered with static or looped error messages. Technicians crouched under desks and pried open access panels in a frantic effort to restore the systems.
Director Fury stood in the center of the command hall with his arms crossed. He wore his standard black coat over tactical gear. His single eye scanned the room while he barked orders to the cluster of officers around him. "I want status reports from every sector in the next ninety seconds. If a team is down, send the next closest squad. Move." His voice carried over the alarms without rising in volume and the various agents scrambled to comply.
Maria Hill approached from the left side of the room. She carried a tablet in one hand and spoke into her comm with the other. She stopped in front of Fury and lowered the device. "Power is still out on levels three through seven. Backup generators took a direct hit from the overload sequence. Secondary explosions continue in the maintenance tunnels. The last one occurred eight minutes ago near the east ventilation shaft. No casualties reported in that incident."
Fury nodded. "Evacuation?" He asked.
"Engineers advise against it for now," Hill said. "They say the integrity checks out. Full structural scan completes in fifteen minutes. If it holds, we can stay put and focus on repairs."
"Get repair teams on the generators first," Fury ordered. "I want main power restored before dawn. Prioritize the command deck and medical bays. Tell them to pull whoever they need from off duty if necessary."
Before Hill could respond, the doors at the far end of the hall slammed open. Clint Barton strode through. His face was flushed and he walked straight toward Fury without slowing. "What is going on here!?" he shouted."Why the hell we're security teams shooting at Nat!?"
Maria stepped forward. "Agent Barton, remember who you are addressing."
Clint ignored her completely. He kept his eyes locked on Fury. "I ran into her in the hallway right before the blast. Next thing I know she's sprinting away and half the security detail opens fire. They were trying to drop her. My partner. One of ours. Explain that to me."
Fury held up one hand to silence Maria before she could speak again. He fixed his gaze on Clint. "Start from the beginning. What exactly did you see?"
Clint took a breath and forced his tone down. "I was coming back from the range when I spotted her in corridor C-14. She looked off. Pale. Shaky. I asked if she was okay after the collapse in the briefing room. She said she needed to go. I tried to stop her. Then the explosion hit. When the red emergency lights kicked in I saw her running, but security rounded the corner behind her and started shooting her. They weren't aiming to kill but they sure as hell weren't asking questions either. She took them down like they were rookies then she was gone."
Fury listened without interrupting. When Clint finished he nodded slowly. "I had no knowledge of or gave any order to apprehend Agent Romanoff. None. If someone issued that command it did not come from me."
Clint stared at him. "Then who the hell did?"
"I intend to find out," Fury said.
At that moment the lights overhead flickered. Backup power engaged. Consoles beeped as systems began to reboot. Fury turned to the nearest tech. "Track Agent Romanoff's last known movements. Pull every camera feed from the moment the generators blew. I want her location. Now."
The tech nodded and hurried to a console.
Maria stepped closer to Fury and lowered her voice. "Secretary Pierce has been trying to reach you for the last twenty minutes. He's on secure line three. Insists on speaking to you directly."
Fury cursed under his breath. "Of course he does." He looked at Maria. "Tell him I'm on my way." He turned and walked toward his private office at the rear of the command hall. The door slid open at his approach. He stepped inside and sealed it behind him.
The office was sparse. A desk. A single chair. A large monitor mounted on the wall. Fury moved to the console built into the desk and typed a sequence of commands. He entered his specialized clearance code.
The screen blinked green.
A moment later Alexander Pierce appeared on the feed.
"Do you have her in custody yet?" Pierce said almost immediately.
Fury leaned forward. "By her I assume you mean Agent Romanoff."
Pierce's eyes narrowed. "Do not take that tone with me, Director."
Fury's jaw tightened. "I never issued any order to bring Agent Romanoff into custody. If that directive did not come from me then the only person with the authority to override my command is you. So explain to me why one of my best agents is being hunted like a fugitive inside my own facility."
Pierce remained calm. "That information is need-to-know. All you need to know is Agent Romanoff has become priority one. Her immediate capture is essential to national security."
Fury stared at the screen with a frown. "I want more than that. Romanoff would not go rogue without reason. Whatever happened she believes she has cause. Give me something so I can talk her down and bring her back."
Pierce shook his head. "You have your orders. Locate Agent Romanoff. Bring her in alive. Fail to do so and I will find a director who can."
Fury held the stare for another second. "Understood." He ended the call and the screen went dark.
He pressed the comm in his ear. "Barton. Hill. My office. Now."
Less than a minute later the door opened. Clint and Maria entered together. Both started speaking at the same time.
Clint said, "Director, if this is about—"
Maria said, "Sir, we have partial footage from—"
Fury silenced them with one hard look. He reached under the desk and pressed a concealed button. A high-pitched whine filled the room for three seconds then faded. "Keep your questions to yourselves," Fury said. "We have thirty seconds of free talk. So listen."
He leaned back in his chair. "Hill, use every SHIELD asset at your disposal to locate Agent Romanoff. Satellite overwatch. Traffic cams. I want you to make a big show of it for the Secretary, make him think we're directing all our resources towards finding her."
Hill nodded. "Yes sir."
Fury turned to Clint. "Barton, you are going to actually find her. Whatever reason she had to run they are not sharing it with us. That means we need the truth from her directly. Hill will give you as much breathing room as she can. Your job is to track her down and get answers. Bring her in quietly if possible. If not, keep her safe until we figure out why they issued the order."
Clint met his gaze. "Understood."
Hill said, "Understood, sir."
Both turned and left the office without another word.
Fury remained seated alone. He stared at the blank scree while fingers drummed on the desk. He exhaled slowly through his nose and muttered to the empty room, "What the hell have you gotten yourself into, Romanoff?"
(AN: So Fury has no clue what's going on. Not surprising considering, but anyway let's see if he can find Natasha before anyone else.)
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