When he dropped his hand back to just hold on Natasha knew she had him. His reply, though, made her smile a little warmer than she intended. Few people in her life had ever wanted ‘just her’, because most of them didn’t know who she truly was. Not Clint, though. He knew her better than anyone else, and even in a passionate moment she could believe that he truly meant it, that it was just her, only her, that he wanted.

“You have me,” she replied, keeping the strokes slow just as he had with her earlier. “And what do you want me to do?”