Tipping back, Clint gave a quiet groan at Kate's kiss, letting her nuzzle into his jaw while running his hands down to her butt, less under the guise of stabling her on his lap and more just to have something to do with his hands.
"No," at this proximity, hearing her wasn't an issue, and Clint leaned up to catch her mouth in a kiss as she backed up, one hand moving to the back of her head to keep her close, tongue teasing at her lips. Clint rather enjoyed long, drawn out make-outs. The hand not carding into Kate's hair slid back up her back, fingertips slipping under her top to run across the skin of her lower back, light and teasing.
Breaking back from the kiss, moving to press kisses along Kate's jaw in return, Clint bit gentle at the soft skin by Kate's ear lobe, "I rather enjoy a good appetiser."