She'd just pulled away from his neck when she felt his light brushing on her wrist, surprised to find that it was indeed an effective erogenous zone. Well, then.
She fidgeted in front of him, letting out a shuddering breath as she leaned up to kiss him again. Their intimacy ran deep, but moments like this reminded her that they still had the ability to surprise each other. It was a nice feeling - she doubted there'd ever be a circumstance in which she found being with Clint boring, but a reassurance was welcome.
Slowing the kiss down, Natasha moved her fingers up his abdomen some, until they found the spot on his left side, just behind his ribs that, to this day, hadn't let her down. She'd always been a fan of things that were old and faithful.