For a long moment Clint remained still, letting Natasha move, adjust, and relax again. Even when he was driven so close to the brink he never forgot himself, and if she could have she would have kissed him then just to show him how much she appreciated him and how he treated her. Always.

That one word, ‘don’t’, spoken from his lips made her freeze, wondering what she could have possibly done wrong, but he continued and she smiled, turning her head more toward him and moving her arm away. When he moved again she made small noises of pleasure, grabbing the hand he’d laid against her neck and holding it firmly in hers, bringing it close to her lips. The short thrust made her gasp.

“Yes,” she said, dragging her teeth over his knuckles before kissing them softly. “Oh god, yes.”