"Well, there's that pillow thing."
Clint leaned forward to give her earlobe a quick gentle bite, his knuckles again brushing her curves, before he easened his grip a bit, giving her more room to move. The last thing he wanted her to feel like was uncomfortable.

He also forbid himself every too sincere answer to her mocking and rather reached for his own glass, trying to drown his melancholy in it.
"The fact that you're my favorite person to spend time with, might have a part in it, too."

He startled, with a quiet unnerved sigh when the lights finally went down but at the same time couldn't help admiring that the dim light did an amazing thing to Natasha's hair color.

"So, finally, Greenland all over again. Can't be long before we see the first polar bears."