Clint had to laugh quietly against her lips. "Impatient?"
Ignoring the pain in his side, he flipped them over, hands roaming the uncovered skin under calloused fingers. There had been a part of him today that had wondered if they would get this again. Hokey as the Avengers had sounded, Fury had been right. And right now, he couldn't be more grateful.
However, if he didn't get his slacks off soon...
Clint pressed his hips against hers as his mouth travelled to her breasts. Natasha was a smart woman, she would figure it out.