Right now what it was- or wasn't- didn't matter. All that did matter was that it was happening. Wanda grinned against his kiss, suddenly giddy. There were no deep feelings playing into it, it was just the exhilaration of physical contact, which she needed more than she actually realized; water she'd never missed until the well ran dry. She pulled away for a second to glance up and smirk at him for a second before she pulled his face down for another, longer kiss, arms around his neck and pressing up against him. When she broke away this time she went to the door (which wasn't closed) and pulled it shut then turned back to him, looking him over and letting her brain have it's one rational moment to ask what exactly it was she thought she was doing here.
Clint, apparently, was the answer she gave herself and it drew an amused chuckle from her lips. Clint wasn't at all bad to look at, she could definitely do a lot worse at the end of the world. That was enough to silence reason and sent her back across the room to catch his lips while she started lifting his shirt off him, breaking away long enough to toss it into a corner and then going back in for another kiss. She distracted herself with the feel of him, her palm coasting up his stomach, resting against his chest and finally stopping at his shoulder while she ran the fingernails of her other hand lightly up and down his back. Wanda's lips left his to kiss his jaw, his earlobe, then down to his neck and finally back up to his mouth again, hungry, like she couldn't get enough. She wasn't really giving Clint much opportunity to stop it, if he even wanted to, but she knew exactly what she wanted and happened to be the victim of opportunity.
Sense reared it's ugly head one last time and made Wanda pause where she'd been busy undoing the buckle on his belt. She stopped, one hand looped around his neck and the other clutching the waist line of his pants. She glanced up at him, the ghost of her smirk still on her lips, a question in her eyes. Like his kissing her back hadn't been answer enough, like his being here hadn't been enough. But there was still a history here and it wasn't going to just go away, so she still asked it, in a breathless laugh, "You sure?"