So it wasn't a case of should they, just a matter of where. At the slight question in Kate's own response, Clint just gave her a small smile, leaning in quickly to steal a soft kiss before pulling back to stand up, hands running down Kate's arms to take her hands and pull her up after him.
Fact was, Clint was too old to be having sex on the sofa. And Clint would bet money on Lucky not being too amused by it at all either. The bedroom wasn't that far from the living room anyway; double bed against the back wall, dresser in the corner, his bow case against that. The sheets were slightly rumpled already, since Clint rarely bothered with making his bed since leaving the army.
Turning to face Kate again, Clint just drew her back in close, dipping to initiate another kiss while his nimble fingers took care of her bra clasp before stroking along her spine down to her butt.