Sometimes sex was just sex, just a primal urge that needed satisfying; sometimes it was playful and fun, as this encounter had started out being, but other times it was emotional and intense and left Natasha able to do little more than to bury her face against Clint’s neck while she physically and emotionally came back down. The first she had experience with other men, the second once or twice with Alexi, but the last only with Clint, and she was grateful for his strong arms around her, his gentle touch. This was complete and utter fulfillment at its purest.

Nuzzling against him when he finally broke the silence, she smiled against his skin. “Takes two,” she replied, unable to find better words in the moment. “Guess you’re not too old yet to go all night.” Maybe she was, though, since she was definitely feeling blissfully fatigued right now.