Always the gentleman, Clint of course left that last spoonful for Natasha. He tickled her lower lip shortly with the edge of the spoon before he gave in and carefully fed her the rest of their desert.

As soon as that spoon was empty though, he bent down to her leg and ran his tongue playfully over her skin, thoroughly cleaning up every little drop he had spilled.

"Perfect taste. We need to do this more often."

With a big grin on his face, he straightened back up and licked his lips again provocatively.