Things were suddenly taking a very different direction than Clint had originally anticipated. That slide of the hand, fingers climbing up to meet his collar. It was all suddenly real and unfolding before Barton could even think to make sense of it. What he did know was that palm moving along his chin had a very inviting appeal, as did the face smiling up at him. Was this the direction that Wanda wanted to take with him? Clint had honestly never even considered it. Ok, maybe once. But that would have been very angry sex and he wasn't particular keen on waking up with hex spell on his face.
This though, this was very real. And her face was coming close. Clint took in a slow breath through his nostrils and moved gently with her guidance. Ah, that perfume. Smelled a lot different now. He slowly closed his eyes and well, needless to say, when their lips met he found himself enjoying her touch. He even moved to curl his hand around her waist. God, was that door shut? Perhaps they should have hung a sock on the knob.
After a very long moment that seemed very fast, she pulled away. He let go too and moved to wipe his hand across his fast slowly. "That was..good." Barton wanted to say something else. Something more clever, but he was just so stunned. Wanda was into him? Really? Man, oh man. All this time. He sunk back into his chair and looked like he'd been slapped dead in the face.