Her answer sounded so utter solemn, that the faint warm trickle in Clint's groin turned to a very interested twitch of muscles. This would be more than just a little teasing... Being challenged by Natasha was something he always enjoyed greatly.

He waited until she seemed fairly distracted, tongues meeting in a soft, harmless dance on the edge of her lower lip, before he turned around quickly, spinning her on her back and grinned down at her with both triumph and amusement.

"We'll see who comes out on top then..."

His hands slowly making their way up from her hips to her sides, he lowered his head to kiss her again, tongue diving deeper in her mouth now, tapping the roof of her mouth playfully.