After watching him a while Natasha closed her eyes and relaxed, losing herself in the sensation of the gentle attention he lavished on her. He had satisfied her initial needy lust, but that wasn’t to say she was done for the night by any means, the way her nipples hardened again attesting to that. He didn’t push her, though, and before too long he settled against her and she let out a sigh of contentment. Running one hand along his arm and across his shoulders and back, she left her other draped comfortably around him, enjoying the embrace.

Eventually Clint stirred against her and she looked down to meet his eyes. He was always so grateful, as if he saw it as some sort of blessing that she let him near her like this. It was silly, but she said nothing about it.

“This is nice,” she answered. “Though you might want to get off of your knees. That will hurt after a while, and we wouldn’t want you hobbled for later.”

She fully intended to take him up on that offer of a fully body massage, but for a few minutes longer she just wanted to hold him and be held by him.