Natasha, true to her nature, decided that words, at that point, were entirely unnecessary. She slid her body up his until her mouth met his, kissing him slowly in a way that she knew he loved.
This was all old hat to them by now, it was true, but she and Clint were both very physical people. Sometimes, when they couldn't find the words that they needed, a fight or a fuck would make help to make things clear. Right now, she missed him.
She pulled her lips away from his for a moment, using it to pull her top up and over her head. "Getting a little warm." She said, leaning back in. She was still in her sports bra, but good god did this feel much better.