Clint's eyes were drawn from Natasha's beautiful legs in that sinful dress to what her clever mouth did there immediately and he groaned a little, quickly turning to the fridge to get some cool water. Going out. Right. Food. Dancing.

And definitely not imagining how her mouth got busy somewhere entirely else. After a few sips that dangerous coiling heat inside was under control - at least for the moment - and he leaned against the table to offer Natasha the bottle, while he reached for a piece of mango himself.

"So, that means I'll have to watch my back only at the end of the night?"

He started to nibble on the sour-soft flesh with passion, licking his lips slowly in between just for a little revenge.

"Or are you just trying to motivate me? If I do well enough tonight, you'll keep me around, right?"