There were some orders Clint gladly followed. Especially when they included pulling a naked Natasha into his arms. When their lips met, it was surprisingly calm, controlled. He brought his hands under her body easily and lifted her to sit comfortably on his thighs and it was more than nice, feeling her warm and bare against him, but the urge wasn't overwhelming. He much rather enjoyed it feeling her soft wet skin against his closely, gently exploring her mouth with his, just the tender touch of lips seeking lips and her beloved face, her smile so close.

"Can I touch you?", he finally asked quietly when they parted, still a little out of breath with that lingering pleasure humming beneath. If she rather wanted to relax further, it was fine with him, but there were temptations hard to resist after all.