The surprised expression on Clint’s face made Natasha chuckle. Of course he had been expecting to be the one to be tied up, but Natasha wanted to share in the experience, wanted to feel it from both sides. Clint might not have been expecting the offer but he accepted it readily.

“Maybe I’ll let you teach me a few things, see how patient I can really be,” she said, her fingers stilling on his leg. “And maybe I will even find a limit to your seemingly endless patience.”

Her hand moved again, sliding up to draw patterns along his hip bone.