It was strange, being called something like that, as opposed to the compliments about his performance or his fitness that he could relate to. Clint knew that he wasn't a handsome man and had never put much thought into that. He had enough other bullshit to deal with.

But he thought, he could accept Natasha seeing him like that easily. They were beautiful for each other, and that was really all it needed.

He answered her with a smile that carried just a hint of embarrassment, glad that his skin was too flushed to show his cheeks suddenly burning, and gently caressed her lips with his fingertips before pulling her in for another kiss. From slow and tentative it went again to an aroused battle of their tongues when Natasha teased him with her muscles closing around him tightly.

His hand on her ass tightened, pulling her flat against him for a few quick tight thrusts in response, her soft flesh exposed to the flexing of his abdomen muscles teasing her.

Holding her right there, he buried his face against her neck again, panting, warm, intense shivers of lust running down his back and pooling deep in his groin, demanding for more. And at the same time, his body refused to let go, make this end already when she felt so fucking wonderful around him.

"You're driving me crazy, you know that?"