A suggestion of restraining her from anyone else would have been an instant trigger for Natasha, but as with most things Clint was the exception. He would never do anything to hurt her or even make her uncomfortable, and she knew she would be safe in his capable hands, so the idea of giving up control to him was exciting instead of frightening. She only hoped that after last night he could relax enough to enjoy himself instead of worrying about her and treating her like fragile glass the entire time they were experimenting.

“Are you insinuating that I need to work on my patience?” Natasha feigned insult. Sliding her hand down between them she teased the inside of his thigh with her fingertips. Hey, if he was going to put himself on display like that he really had t expect her to take advantage.