Even when he took charge Clint still played very much at Natasha’s speed. Sometimes when he really coddled her it could get frustrating, but she understood and appreciated it nonetheless, especially in situations like this when a little care was necessary. Thankfully he didn’t mention it, though, didn’t ask if she was okay, nor apologise; he didn’t even back off, just played it off as if he hadn’t even noticed, which was the best thing he could have done. She didn’t want him to stop pushing her limits, she wanted to be completely free with him and for him to be able to completely relax with her. Last night seemed to have made some definite progress in that direction.

That wasn’t to say that she gave up all control of the situation, though, and when she caused him to moan she grinned against his lips.

“Mm, I can see that,” she replied, trailing kisses along his jaw. If he wanted to provoke her he was doing a good job. “Except...” she paused to nibble at his earlobe before letting it go to whisper, “this isn’t the floor.”

The last word hadn’t even left her lips before she was unhooking her legs from around him and rolling them both over and off the couch onto the floor between it and the coffee table. Landing on top of him she placed her hands on his shoulders to pin him and lifted her head to grin triumphantly.