Clint's smile was surprised but definitely not unhappy. Some evenings he just really liked to pamper his girl, and if she offered it herself, he certainly wouldn't say no.

"My pleasure."

Still smiling, he leaned down to sneak his arms under Natasha's legs and back and lifted her effortlessly. Of course he had to take the chance to kiss her, now that she was so close, a little longer this time but still feathery, with a small, teasing nip on her lower lip at the end. Before he could get carried away he brought her to the bedroom, maneuvering through the door elegantly, and set her down on the bed carefully.

"Wherever you want to start, M'lady."

He pointed at the towels and the oil bottle waiting with a little bow, waiting for Natasha to lay down.