It was only in these moments that Clint let himself think of Natasha as 'his'. That was a dangerous word.
Love was for children, and they both grew up a long time ago.
Settling his weight over her again, he groaned as he pressed against her center, the heat and scent nearly overwhelming him. Loki and the fight and the Avengers seemed light years away as he finally entered her. The sound he made was primal, but he wouldn't argue that it fit the occasion.