Even their first first coupling, just them, not a job, not the false intimacy of a cover, just them and Nat finally giving in to it, they hadn't really rushed anything. Unless one of them had almost died, they were almost never the frantic, rushed, have to happen right now sort.
Clint was meticulous to detail, and figuring out every little inch of Natasha and what she liked was no different at all. And Natasha wasn't the wild, out of control type, at least not most of the time.
"Oh? What kind? One we'll actually manage to see through to the end?" Clint grinned, claiming a victory pinning her would've been sweet enough, but the fact that she conceded it to make out like teenagers before hauling off to the showers? That was just his own private victory right there. Toying with the edge of her sports bra, Clint raised an eyebrow, already indicating that he'd accept whatever wager she wanted to make right then.