“Mm, speaking of skills...” she purred playfully in reply. She unconsciously flinched when he touched that old injury but soon relaxed again at his gentle caresses, letting out a slow breath.

Tossing Clint another cracker, Natasha set the plate aside and laid back again across the sofa, a content sigh escaping her lips. This whole day had been filled with so many different types of intimacies, so many of them simple to most people but new to Natasha, and at the moment she was having a hard time recalling she had avoided them for so long.

She was happy. Completely content and unquestionably happy, and she owed so much of it to Clint. Propping her head up on the arm of the sofa, she watched him through half lidded eyes, the faintest, softest smile on her lips.