Clint wasn’t expecting it when Natasha suddenly flipped them over so that she was now on bottom, her leg wrapped around his waist. It was a pleasant surprise and he smiled against her lips, opening his eyes briefly to look at her. She was impatient, yearning, and the way she squirmed against him definitely had a very physical and obvious effect on him. It wasn’t all physical, though; where before he had been worried about starting down this path, now he didn’t know why they had waited so long. It felt so good, so right, and it was only the beginning.

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied to her order, secretly delighting in her tone of voice. It had been amazing enough hearing her admit to wanting him, but to actually see the proof, to feel it, was another thing entirely.

Sliding his hands around her back he pulled her up with him to his knees as he sat back on his heels, her leg around him locking her in place. Pulling his shirt off over his head he tossed it carelessly aside, grinning roguishly at her. “See something you like, Romanoff?” It was a cheesy line, but he just couldn’t help it.