Natasha could feel his reluctance, and in all honesty she shared it, but she didn’t think her legs would hold her tonight. She wanted to lay down, relax, and let Clint work his magic.

She took a minute to steady herself once his supportive hands were removed, but she managed to walk fairly normally toward him as he settled on the floor. Stopping just before him, she lifted one foot and placed it on his chest, the point of her heel digging into his flesh slightly as she pushed him back against the bed. “It’s very hard to pull off innocent from that position,” she said, her eyes traveling down his body.

Giving him one last little push she moved her knee to the bed right behind his head and crawled on the mattress until she could lower her upper body to the pillow, her ass still perfectly on display in the air. It was a familiar position, one she had been in many times before, though the memory of the most recent one, back on Clint’s sofa in his apartment only a few days ago, made her close her eyes a moment as she played it over in her mind. “Still enjoying the view?” she asked after a moment, her voice husky, “or would you prefer another angle?”