That was the difference, wasn't it? It was all the difference; Natasha always knew how to slow herself down, to step back. Take a break, slip some space between, walk it down to somewhere they could have both found a measure of control. And her ability to do that had shattered like a plate on the floor. She didn't want control. She wanted it to be like this, exactly like this, as though the brake lines on the car had been cut. So fucking what if they should have slowed down, so what if it was too fast. It was Clint and the reaction he gave her when she was down to a necklace and underwear - not even a particularly attractive pair of them, either - was something that had already burned itself into her brain. She wasn't giving this moment back.
No one was taking this away from her. Not even herself. Not now.
Dazed. He sounded dazed, even though none of it was new to him and it set her hips to rocking once, an involuntarily push down against him, a writhe and a wriggle that made it clear what he'd already done. She blushed - even if it was faint, Jesus, she was Natasha Romanoff, her call sign was the Black Widow, she had stared down sights that would have left plenty of others in ruination and here she was, red starting at her collarbone before it flushed its way up her neck, to her cheeks, so obviously pleased with it.
"Show me," she told him, her voice hitching and a little raspy and the want in it so brazen. The slight shake of it, that was what gave her away: Natasha in this moment, wholly herself, no cover she was pulling on to separate herself from Clint and his hand son her body. "Show me everything, it's not - it's not going to take very much." Her breasts brushed the front of his shirt, and that was too much, entirely, his had to get out of the way, too, and so she slipped her hands beneath it, trying to work it up, off, out of her way, thank you, all the while trying not to disturb the skim of his mouth just under her necklace, or his thumb. "I'll keep it on," she told him, suddenly - he may have anticipated, but she wanted him to know, wanted him to hear it from her, that it would stay on tonight, that he would see it there every time his eyes strayed.