It doesn't take long for the lipstick to be a thing of the past, mostly a blush across his mouth and a spot that matches the pink she left behind on his neck. There's a blotch that might be a little more purple on his collar, but it will be hidden by any shirt he wears. Natasha's no amateur when it comes to leaving marks on people.

Her clothes are the last thing on her mind. She wore things she knew were going to be tossed on the floor, but she also wore them just for Clint. There was a mix of expensive and informal that covered her body. Maybe she'd spent more money on the underclothes than the outer-- even if they stayed on a reasonably less amount of time. There's laughter in her voice as she glances at her breasts. "What did you expect them to suddenly grow overnight?"

Her fingers are already on his button and zipper, slowly undoing both of them. "I want you, I thought that was obvious." She knows that he wants details, but being obtuse on purpose is always fun. Reaching into his pants, she finds him already hard and waiting. She raises her brows. "Seems this hasn't changed either." She swipes her thumb over the head of his cock and wipes off a little bit of precome, which she brings up to her lips to lick off. "Always my Clint." She hums over his bitter salt, remembering the scores of times she's tasted him.