"Fine with me", Clint answered, smiling, as if she had just proposed to have meat for diner tomorrow, and then went on eating another piece of chocolate as if nothing had happened. Well, they were on holiday, after all, so a little dreaming was allowed, right?

He stretched out on his back comfortably with the praline between his lips and again took his time enjoying it, watching Natasha just from the corner of his eyes. Of course he had caught her rolling her eyes on him and totally agreed with her. Sometimes the stupid got the better of him. But she was also smiling, and that was worth it everytime.