Greeted with a smile like that, Natasha could barely hold her own back. “If you can continue this after I’m asleep then I think we need to have a serious discussion about your fetishes,” she said, letting her smile slip finally.

Subtlety certainly wasn’t Clint’s strong suit, he was was a true showman at heart, but Natasha wasn’t interested in being subtle right now. While his hand slid along her thigh she bent the knee of her other leg to the side to give him much easier access.