Clint's breath stuttered in his throat, because as happy as he would have been just having her like that, maybe coax her into a slow, sweet height, just pressing into her and watch her all the time... Yes, he wanted her too, just like that, in his arms and around him, with every breath. To know, she would be there after every bad night whenever it was possible and with him when he needed her.

It didn't hurt that her nude heated body probably wouldn't even have left his hormones cold in the middle of an ice dune.

He didn't say anything, just buried his face softly against her neck and went beck to these soft short kisses and nibbles. His hand went from her back lower, gently dipping between her legs, without the teasing this time. He thought, he could very probably just have taken her and she wouldn't have minded, and probably it would have been okay.

But this was a part of it too, a part of him, of this thing between them. Every time they left the house, there were a dozen possibilities for them to get in trouble and on a good day only half of them able to kill them. When it was just Natasha and him... Then he didn't want to take even the slightest risk of hurting her. Not like this. Not with his body when all he wanted for her was to feel good.

So he put his gently caressing fingers where they had been before, stroking through her slick folds until two digits carefully slipped inside of her, savoring her promising tight heat with soft circling movements. His hips thrust slightly upward without his doing, another moan vibrating against her neck when the tenderness mingled with more need.