Every time they fall back together like this it's two-fold. There's a part of Natasha's brain that knows she'll never forget what it is to be in his arms, and then another part that wonders how she could ever forget what this was like and why she waited so long to come back to it. It's more than an itch and she knows it. Clint could never be an itch. Maybe what they are doing fills a need, but it's still more than that because of who they are to one another.

Sighing against his mouth, Nat surrenders easily and leans against him, pressing tight against Clint's body when he takes her lips. She opens readily and lets her mouth be explored by someone who knows her every flavor, and the way she moves when she kisses. Never passive, she takes as she's taken and slips her hand up under Clint's shirt, enjoying the play of muscles along his back.

When they pull apart to breathe, she smiles and keeps her lips close to his. Playfully flicking her tongue across his full bottom lip, she laughs softly. "Fuck him, I think I've got a much better partner for the night. Jesus, Clint. You always been this good at kissing?" She drags blunt nails lightly along his back, still teasing.