Clint looked at her in surprise for a moment before thankfully leaning into her touch. He hadn't expected her to realize, to understand his complaining about the weather right away, actually. There were things he never really talked about much, but then again... Natasha knew him well and long enough and she was a very close watcher.

"Thank you." He could barely hear his own whisper and it was more than okay. There were times when silence was nothing but soothing.

The sound of the surroundings dampened, reduced to mostly both their breathing, made it even easier to fall completely for Natasha's touch. When he closed his eyes, it was all sweet lavender, tickling desire prickling on his lips and her body pressing against him in all the right places. The way he kissed her now carried a plead, his hand carefully tangling in her hair to pull her closer. His tongue probed the sweetness of her mouth, a low grumble vibrating in his chest, and pulling back became somewhat more difficult.

"Not helping to behave, I'm afraid."