"Don't tempt me", Clint murmured, still too caught up in his dark thoughts to really mind his words and then it was too late. So much for not ruining the mood.

Thankfully, he responded to her body pressing against his even closer and tried to hide his face in her hair until he could shake this damn melancholy off.

In a way, this embrace was even better, even closer than what they had done before. Even with Natasha's mostly nude, stunning body pressing most intimately into him, his mind didn't try to channel all his energy into sex again. It had always been about so much more for him with her.

Natasha was the one who had known him through from the start, and after she had learned to trust him had always understood him, accepted him the way he was. She was the one who had not given up on him when everyone else had thought him lost. It was for her, he was here now, and she was the one to hold his ice cold, trembling body at night and turn her face away until his tears had dried.

He didn't need to play any kind of role for and that was why he gave it up hiding after a few seconds, shrugging, sighing. She would know anyway.

"Just a little weary lately, I guess. It will pass."