"Well, I could give you a few hints, but that would definitely be cheating. And an insult to your espionage skills."

Clint's quiet laugh turned into a sigh at her touch, just the right amount between teasing and tenderness. His hand dipped lower under her pants, cupping and massaging her butt cheeks gently while his eyes closed in utter relaxation.

It was truly wonderful, having so much time at hand like it was so seldom possible for them. No need to hurry anything, fearing that the next emergency call would be coming up any minute. He intended to make the best of this time. If it wouldn't be for the call of certain body functions, he'd be happy with not leaving this couch for the next hours at all.

"You were right, definitely takeout later", he murmured lazily.