“A few ideas, hmm?” Natasha replied, a genuinely curious note in her voice. She enjoyed when Clint let his imagination wander. Sometimes he came up with some pretty ridiculous ideas, but other times they were very good indeed. “Like what?”

Clint almost forgot himself and upset the dish, but he remembered, pulling her down for the kiss instead. It was so slow and so sensual, his tongue cleaning every hint of chocolate from her lips, that Natasha could feel her own arousal stirring again. The things he could do with that tongue never failed to get her hot.

Drawing back just enough to breath, she ran her tongue over her lips and smiled at him. “These may be my new favourite candy.”