Natasha settled her head back down following Clint’s chiding, an easy smile on her lips that only grew at his attention, and the clear signs that he really was far from done with her tonight. He managed to reign himself in and get back to work, though his hand got very close to wandering before he started working on her thigh. Letting out a content sigh, she closed her eyes again and gave herself over to his skillful hands.

By the time he reached her foot she was teetering on the edge of sleep, though it was nothing she couldn’t easy shake herself from. Of course the kisses and nibbles he occasionally treated her with helped to keep her awake as well. As he worked on her feet she let out small sounds of pleasure. Too often her work seemed to require uncomfortable shoes to match fancy dress or business wear, and while she could run in heels and kick ass in them without missing a step, that didn’t make them comfortable. It felt amazing having them rubbed and soothed.

Of course Clint’s hands eventually found their way back to her ass, and although he teased her he never went further. He really was determined to make good on his promise.

“That involves moving,” she said, languidly lifting one foot into the air. “I think you may have left me incapable of doing that.”