Natasha felt his laugh reverberate through her and smiled brighter in return. She loved that even in these heated moments they could still make each other laugh, even if only for a moment. The building tension couldn’t be ignored, however, and when Clint finally started moving in earnest Natasha matched his rhythm.

When he threw his head back she leaned in again, placing open kisses over his chest, pressing her breasts against him, her nipples still hard and sensitive. She ground her hips against him, tightened her muscles around him, and slid one hand down his chest and around his back, teasing the top of his buttocks. Raising her head again she attacked his lips once more, sucking his tongue and swallowing his moans as their pace quickened.