The feeling was mutual, of course it was. Clint was no stranger to relationships or sex, he'd grown up in a god damn circus for one where it was always easy to boast about your skills and watch the girls swoon, then after leaving he gathered more random one night stands all around the world, yet here he was and there was obviously no one else he'd rather have.

He rolled with her, reached for another pillow to prop himself up so he could see her better, hands pushing her hair away so he could watch what she was doing, sucking a breath in at her lips and tongue and when she sat up at her nails which bit into his chest. "You know I'm ready, should be obvious." Hands dropped to her hips, rocking her against him slowly. "Don't drag this out Tasha, we've waited long enough."