It stilled her, for a moment. That look. That look and the way his voice sounded, something like - longing, in it, that was what struck her; that he looked like he wanted her, and that he wanted her words along with it. He wanted to learn, but he wanted her - openness, too, open in a way he knew Natasha enough to know that she wasn't, usually, or at least she had never used to be, and her fingers were shaking, just a little, as she reached out to stroke his face again, tenderness written in the gesture that she couldn't have concealed if she wanted to. If she'd known his thoughts, she would have echoed them: it did feel big.
Bigger than she had expected, because if it was chemistry and hormones and a lot of other things that had carried them this far, here in this moment, it was only - them. The way they both kept laughing. This ridiculous reverence in both of them, that felt like it wasn't intentional but kept spilling over. It did not feel the way it would've if it was only fueled by bodies wanting things they'd been missing. Maybe Clint had saved up his love as long as she had, hoarded it, because this was how it felt to her: all these years she had stockpiled it and now she was finally allowed to spend it on him.
It shouldn't have felt so right. It shouldn't have been so easy for them to decide I don't care if you're from some other universe, you're still mine, but that was such a hallmark of how it had been with them: it was easy, it didn't bear overthinking, it was what happened when something was just - the right fit. Like a key had turned in a lock.
"I was right," she told him, her chest ached with it, in a good way, the best way. "I was so right when I told you I still loved you, Clint. Here and now and like this, I was right. I want you to make me come. And I want you to know you're the first person I've wanted to make me do that in - actual years. I want you to watch it happen and when it does, I want that to drive you out of your goddamn mind knowing that nobody's gotten to watch it but you in ages. And I want to see you fall apart on top of me. I want you to show me how we'll fit and how we'll keep on fitting now that we've learned. I want to hear you laugh like this all the time."