Whenever she was ready, that was how they worked. Their whole relationships depended on her timeline and comfort level; Clint never pushed, never asked too much, never asked anything, really. It was unbalanced in some ways, but Natasha thought that they had finally reached a point that it was evening out. He deserved it, deserved so much more, so much better than she had given him in the past, and it was about time she made up for that.

Melting into the kiss she forgot their earlier game and let go of the sheet to cup the back of his neck instead. He tasted of chocolate and coffee and she felt the chuckle reverberate through her.

Breathing heavily when they finally broke apart, she grinned widely. “If we keep this up we won’t get anything done all day.”