There was no better feeling for coming down from a pleasurable height than having Natasha cuddled against him. Her soft hair touching his skin when he nuzzled his cheek against her head, her scent in his nose, their bodies melting into each other in relaxed silence... There was nowhere else Clint wanted to be.

Caught up in the usual bliss of emptiness on his mind and the best of exhaustion in his body, these were some of the moments when he felt closest to her. No weight on their shoulders, no discussions about the next mission and the morning after not even in sight... Just caressing her slender, warm form pressed against him with his still trembling hand, closing his eyes, breathing her and cherish the closeness they shared in every aspect of their relationship.

"Thank you", he murmured somewhere between two slowing breaths, two words meaning so much more than that hot little encounter on the living room floor.