Tasha laughed softly, feeling the vibration of his own laughter through her finger tips, shocking her all the way up her arm like an electric current. Pursing lips, unable to keep the corners from an upturned ghost of a smile. "I don't know how the women find it so hard to resist you."

Of course she heard the whispered words, she was the Widow albeit a sleepy one. "Internal voice Clint, use your internal voice" Fingers prodded into his chest as a stern reply. She didn't expect him to mention it, but he didn't forget things and she knew at some point he'd probably buy her one, and that she'd have to strangle him with it.

She let sleep roll over her in waves, comfortable and pliant, curled up next to him like a sated cat. The warm weight of his hands lulling her into a feeling of, well, submission almost. The one person who she'd be submissive for simply because of the respect and care she held for him. Fingers in his shirt loosened and for once she was almost thankful of the predicament earlier, only because it ensured that the nights revelations would keep the nightmares and demons of her past away.

[ obviously don't mind if you want to consider this done or continue the squishy feels more. the weight of the squishing is in your hands :3 ]