"Got it. No making out on the rocks", Clint answered with a short grin and a mock-salute and hurried to get the car started then, before she could try to strangle him.

Their usual parking spot was a bit far from where he had in mind for eating, so once they were down the serpentine, he took the road along the beach to find them a place somewhat closer.

In a way this street was even more dangerous than maneuvering between a steep abyss and crazy-ass bus drivers. Traffic rules in Italy existed mostly in the books. None of the young people on their scooters crowding the street wore a helmet. Traffic lights served more as a polite recommendation. And from time to time you had to slow down or take a detour to not ram a donkey.

Not much time to concentrate on the glimpse of Natasha's firm, perfectly shaped legs under that sinful dress, and after her subtle warning he rather kept his hands to himself too. But once they were parked, he couldn't help but lean over to her to capture her lips in another kiss, gentle this time, nearly chaste.

"Oh, and just in case I didn't make that clear... You look stunning tonight."