Natasha managed to roll her eyes but not much else in reply to Clint’s suggestions before he cut her off with another kiss that she willingly let distract her. It was a little more heated this time and he let his hands wander a little more freely, not that she was complaining. Running her tongue along his to remind him just how good she could be with it, one hand moved to the back of his neck, fingers teasing the soft hair at his nape, while she ran her toes up along his leg until she could prop her knee over his hip, turning a little more towards him.

When he finally pulled back she was glad to see his smile had returned, though it was only because of her extensive skills that she kept her own from faltering.

It was what had made her nervous earlier, the feeling that this was leading somewhere she wasn’t sure she was ready to go. Maybe she was just being silly, but it almost sounded like Clint’s way of asking her to move in with him, but what was even sillier was the fact that this should make her nervous. Although they had taken a big step tonight, she couldn’t claim that it was all happening too quickly. It had taken them years to get to this point, years of dancing around each other and only taking the smallest serious steps at a time. If anything they had been moving at a snail’s pace compared to normal relationships.

The thing she had to ask herself, though, was would it really be a bad thing? They were away so often anyhow, and any time they had off together they spent with each other anyway, so what would really be the difference other than the location? Clint knew how much she sometimes needed her solitude, and she knew he would respect that, so what was the problem?

Okay, so maybe the silliest part of all of this was her jumping to conclusions and reading too much into what he was saying.

“Be careful,” she warned playfully, giving no hint of what was going on in her mind. “Say things like that and you may never get rid of me.”