It's not the first time that Natasha has smeared her lipstick all over his skin and he hopes that it won't be the last. He tilts his head so that she has more access to his neck and keeps undressing her as she does it. He tugs her shirt up after she gets rid of his and tosses it aside. He feels a bit bad; it's probably expensive, but right now it has no business being on her body.

Natasha does him a favour by taking her bra off and he immediately has to get his hands on her perfect perky tits. Cupping them both, Clint grins when he looks down. "Nice to see that these haven't changed."

Unfortunately Natasha still has clothes on, and they're not in the bed yet, so he needs to fix all of that. "Okay. Okay. What do you want?" he asks her as he slips her pants down over her hips.