And just like that the serious moment passed and they let pleasure take them over again. Laying back down on top of Clint again, Natasha cupped the back of his neck with one hand and snuggled in against the warmth of his body.

“If that’s what you want,” she said, biting very gently around the edges of the mark. “Or I could just litter your skin with them...”

Trailing kisses and nibbles down over his throat and across his collar bone, she murmured unintelligible sounds against his skin, resuming the soft motion of her hips as his hands slipped lower, rough fingers grasping her smooth skin. At his words she stalled her exploration to concentrate on the hollow of his throat, dipping her tongue in before kissing him slowly.