Natasha was too far gone to take his amusing words, couldn't shift that predatory smile from her lips, couldn't crack into a smile. She tried hard to remind herself that he wasn't a target, this wasn't a mission. She didn't need to batter eyelashes and turn on the charm, didn't need to seduce or play coy. Just needed to be Natasha.

Her breath caught in her throat, eyes staring down into his. "Jesus isn't going to help you Clint." She let his name roll off her tongue, both sweet and sour and then his hands were on her arms, rough fingers digging into her skin and she was beneath him, hands moved to claw nails down his back, hips rising against his strategically placed leg desperate for something.

Nails bit into his skin, could practically feel the skin break under the pads of her fingers, struggling still for that give of domination. Only because it added to the effect and it was naturally her way. Even if she would eventually fall submissive because she wanted to, not a lie for his own ego, because she trusted him not to destroy her. Lips pressed back, back arching to push herself higher into him, part of her counting this truth telling as a small blessing.