Natasha knew exactly how to stand, how to hold herself, to best show off her assets, and Clint felt his mouth go dry just looking at her.

“Not gawking, just... appreciating,” he said as she pivoted in place, making sure to show off every angle. It was her words, though, that had him moving forward, dropping his coat as he went. Closing the distance between them, he grabbed her hips to pull her flush against him as his kissed her, deep and hungrily; a kiss that spoke of countless lonely nights.

She had missed him too.