No matter how Clint is in the bedroom, Natasha loves it. She knows that he can be submissive and she has no troubles taking control the majority of the time. Every now and then she needs to be the one that curls up into his body, and allows him to be the strength between the two of them, reminding her that she doesn't always have to be strong, but on nights like this-- on nights like this, Natasha is more than happy to slide her hands along his torso and up his shirt, dislodging it from his body and pulling it over his head.

"Oh, I think the movie can wait for another day. Fuck. Your body never stops, does it. Mnn. It keeps me wanting every damn day." Taking a step into him, she slides her hands up and over his shoulders, resting them there for a second before lowering them slowly along and over his chest, fingers pausing to encircle nipples lightly, playfully on the way down to tease at abs, and the line above his waist.

"Found some nipple clamps and this other little, well, not so little thing I am pretty sure you're going to like." Natasha rolls out of his grip with a quick little turn. Practiced on the battlefield a million times over, she makes it look like a dance as she slips away and saunters into the bedroom, turning to look at him briefly with a head over the shoulder that lasts only as long as it takes her to pull his shirt up and over her head and shoulders and toss of the floor before disappearing into the room.