Clint was thankful to be wearing loose pants instead of jeans so there was no awkward struggle to get out of them; instead they pooled easily around his ankles and he was able to step out of them. Natasha’s bra dropped just as easily to the floor, but before he could get his hands on her perfect breasts she was pressing herself against him and kissing him deeply. Any disappointment he might have felt vanished immediately with the feel of her skin against his and the way she explored his mouth.

The hand on his ass and the smile that accompanied it earned a smile from him as well.

Not one to be outdone, Clint wasted no time in sliding his hands down her sides to her hips where he caught the waistband of her pants and pushed them down her legs.