No matter what happens with their living arrangements, it's in the near future and right now is about exactly what Clint does to Natasha. She knows how hard he works on the body she slowly begins to move towards and it never ever fails to disappoint. Every single time he looks at her like he is now, how can she not feel her mouth water and her body respond. Goosebumps litter her skin as she slowly crawls up next to him and adjusts her positioning.

Not only is his body beautiful, but his eyes always see right through her. He's the only one that has ever been able to do this. No matter how little she may love herself, he will always love her and she knows it. He sees the parts of her that she may never understand, and loves her in spite of it. all. It's a part of what makes their intimate moments, even ones like this, so fucking explosive. Licking across her lips, she knows that she'd move wherever he wanted her to in order to be with him always.

"How could I go anywhere else." She coos, straddling his face with a moan. Nat can already feel the brush of his chin against her wet pussy. Then when he leans in to taste, she grabs at the headboard to hold on, gasping for that initial breath that he demands from her body with his tongue. "Fuck, Clint. Jesus. "