"No objections. Whenever you're ready, red."

Only the way, Clint's hand reached out softly for her leg above the covers, caressing her thigh, her knee, let her know he meant it in more than one way.

Though he still felt more lazy than up to anything necessary, he pushed himself up on his arms to lean in for a slow, tentative kiss. The lingering taste of chocolate made him chuckle and explore her mouth a bit more thorough than planned until they were both breathing faster.