Clint rolled over to her just in time for a well-deserved love-tap against his shin and answered with another chuckle, wrapping his arm around Natasha's waist. With their bodies closely curled up stomach to back, the last of awkwardness soon fell away and he could relax into the pillows, listening to Natasha's little protests still with a grin plastered on his face.

"Can I save myself in stating that you're as graceful and lithe as a cat?"

He nudged his chin softly against the top of her head and made a half-hearted attempt to suppress his yawn. Long day indeed. They should take it a little easier tomorrow, but somehow he doubted that would happen on the market...

"I guess we better take the car tomorrow to bring everything home", he mused, preparing for the next little kick.