Clint pressed her hand shortly and gave her a reassuring smile. He wanted her to know, he appreciated the offer, and one night they really just might do that.
But he would feel better if Natasha knew what was expecting her. While he had done the dominating part before with partners who had not wanted to be handed a script before and had rather enjoyed everything blindly... With Natasha, still, after all this time, there could always come something up that could trigger bad things in her head. He didn't want to be the asshole responsible for that, ever, not if it could be avoided.
Besides, he wasn't sure he could even muster up enough guts to tell her about some of his fantasies, but that was a whole other story.
"Energy first, though", he grinned, dropping the subject for the moment, and then went to butcher his steak with fork and knife. Well, and if his cheeks were still a little red, he could always blame it on the spice.
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Clint pressed her hand shortly and gave her a reassuring smile. He wanted her to know, he appreciated the offer, and one night they really just might do that.
But he would feel better if Natasha knew what was expecting her. While he had done the dominating part before with partners who had not wanted to be handed a script before and had rather enjoyed everything blindly... With Natasha, still, after all this time, there could always come something up that could trigger bad things in her head. He didn't want to be the asshole responsible for that, ever, not if it could be avoided.
Besides, he wasn't sure he could even muster up enough guts to tell her about some of his fantasies, but that was a whole other story.
"Energy first, though", he grinned, dropping the subject for the moment, and then went to butcher his steak with fork and knife. Well, and if his cheeks were still a little red, he could always blame it on the spice.