They kissed passionately and fiercely for a few long moments before finally having to come up for air. Their eyes met in a heated gaze, both panting for breath. As good as the sex had been earlier, fast and hard and exactly what she had needed at the time, the closer her and Clint had grown over the years the more Natasha had come to enjoy it slow and sweet and exploratory. It was more about the journey, about discovering each other and drawing out their pleasure more than the instant gratification. After the hell of the past few days it seemed they needed a little of both.

She kept her movements slow and shallow, clenching around him each time she took him fully inside again. When he looked down between them she leaned back a little to give him a better view, her own eyes following the movement of his hand. His touch was feather-light but her eyes still closed at that first brush of his thumb, a quiet moan escaping her lips. Her hips jerked of their own accord, first pushing against his thumb, then back against the hand that stayed on her ass.

“Love to watch me... take all of you in?” she murmured, rising further off of him this time before slowly sinking down again.