Until she shifted position, Clint held on pretty well, but having a naked Natasha sprawled on top of him, left him without any reaction only when he was dead. Or on heavy drugs.

He could perfectly do without another adrenaline ride for the rest of the night or however long it would take until the mood would shift like that next time. But she was there, skin to skin to half of his body, soft full flesh pushing into his chest, and the heat building between their bodies chased away the last of coldness inside. No surprise that his manly parts obviously thought, they were headed in a certain direction.

He ignored it bluntly and concentrated on enjoying their kiss instead. On that feeling he had told her about earlier, that always made it to ground him... Just her, purely, bare wherever his hands went, giving herself, her securities, all her feelings over to him without a second thought.

As he held her closely against his slightly faster rising and falling chest, his hands roamed aimlessly up and down her sides, fingertips teasing the backsides of her arms. A few strands of her sleep-messed hair he nudged just enough over her shoulder so he could catch her scent. That was really all he needed right now, while his lips melted against hers, tongue teasing the sensitive skin casually in between... Embracing her with all of his senses.