"No objections. You know, all you have to do is ask, M'lady..."

Clint winked at her, only half mocking. Making Natasha feel good, whether it was with a little chocolate, a long massage or just holding her when she needed it, was one of his favorite things in life, actually. It was her smile that made the everyday work of blood and lies more bearable, and he always liked to find new creative ways to get it from her.

Also, it wasn't like he needed an excuse for wanting to get his hands on her.

"Come, relax, red."

He moved away to the other end of the sofa, reluctantly, and lifted the cover a bit so she could lay down again if she wanted to, with her feet resting on his thighs.

"I promise, I'll try not to tickle."