Clint's hips stuttered a little as Kate's hand ventured off, groaning into her neck as his hand squeezed her own hip, pulling her closer against him while nudging her legs apart to let him settle a little better between them.
It was a little bit of a wiggle, but Clint managed to shuffle them a little further up the bed, fingers trailing down Kate's thighs, running up the underside of her leg to her knee. Hovering over Kate, Clint pulled back a little, knees bracing him, hands by Kate's hips, small kisses dropped along her collarbone.
As much as she'd been mostly leading things, Clint wasn't looking to go anything further than Kate was comfortable with, thumbs stroking over her hips while their bodies sat mostly slotted against each other. "Ok?"