Clint can't last with Natasha clenching around him like this, so he follows her over the edge after only a few more thrusts. His body goes tight above her and then he carefully collapses against her body, not wanting to squish her too badly. "Fuck, Tash. You fuckin' made a mess of both of us with that one," he laughs before kissing her cheek affectionately. Resting there for a moment, he catches his breath and then pulls out. He's tired now. They've gone more rounds than he can remember, and he's definitely ready to cuddle up and rest.

But he really can't stop thinking about one thing. He shouldn't bring it up. They've talked about it before, but sometimes he just gets it in his head that maybe they should try again.

Clint rolls to the side, taking Nat with him so that she's not lying in the very, very wet spot, and holds her close. "You know, we could make this work, you and me," he says. "I mean, like, really. We could figure it out, make rules. Like, maybe I could still sleep with guys, and you can sleep with whoever, but at the end of the night, we come home to each other, you know?"