"Hey, I'm doing a terrific 'I want to break free'. I'm the star on every karaoke party."
Clint pretended to pout and ended up kissing Natasha's fingertips instead, slowly, one ofter the other. He couldn't deny or hide the relief that he hadn't scared her off with his bold offer. The thought of having her around here more was intriguing, really. And hey, one more reason to finally keep this place tidy and comfortable.

He laid down on his arm to be closer to her face, to softly brush her lips, her cheeks, her neck from time to time. His hand kept on caressing her back in warm, slow circles, just slipping down to cup her buttocks in between.

He thought he would never get tired of watching her like this. The orange weak light left her hair glowing like a dark flame, her body tucked close into his for warmth far more relaxed than he could ever remember. It wasn't that bad yet with the temperatures but eventually it might be. And if they stayed like that for another while, he'd end up either sleeping in her arms or eating her for desert. Then neither of them would be in the mood to get up anymore.

"You okay, red? Need one of these blankets?"