So much confidence deserved an extra amount of resistance to prove it wrong, but Clint found it harder and harder to concentrate on the flickering pictures in front of him.

Not. Fair. That special place that he had covered with a turtleneck in the morning was free for access now and of course Natasha made use of that mercilessly. Most vivid memories of how she had given him that particular sensitive spot left his breathing go faster. It was probably only thanks to years of training that he didn't lose track of his course but somehow managed to escape his pursuers everytime.

It was her hidden promise more than her touch that left him shifting just the slightest bit on the seat and threatened to derail his thoughts. Though he knew it wasn't exactly helping, he definitely couldn't ignore all these delicious implications.

"Really." He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure while the countdown for the next level started. "Tell me more about that."