Nipping lightly at the underside of her breast, Clint reached over to the bedside table to grab a condom. Shifting fully between Kate's thighs, Clint leaned down to kiss up her throat with all that skin left up on display.
The mechanics were always a little bit clumsy, all fingers and thumbs and packets, but it wasn't a lot of jostling around in the scheme of things. Settling into position, Clint stroked his thumb over Kate's hip, moving to catch Kate's mouth in another kiss as he pressed his hips forward into hers.