"Teasing again, are we?"

Clint hesitated for a moment, trying his best to ignore these wicked hands nearing definitely dangerous areas. Not exactly easy with Natasha's best features so temptingly in reach.

Still, right now he wouldn't have minded just holding her, keep his mind in this seldom melancholy. The night was still long. Plus they didn't need to be back on home base before tomorrow evening.

He tried his best to keep his eyes on her face, but fuck... There were things he could never resist. He found his hand magically drawn to her breasts, flickering over her nipples, teasing them into hardness. Great, Barton, now that helped much. If he didn't want to get another cold shower before entering that bath, this half excited mood wouldn't just die away.
Alsop- he knew from experience he would last much longer for her later if the first edge was taken off.

Maybe the thing was more that he had wanted to take care mostly of her needs tonight. There had been way too few people in her life doing that for her.
"Only if you really want to." He leaned closer for another soft kiss on her forehead.