"Clint…" His control shattering at the sound of his name whispered against the sensitive skin beneath his ear, he bucks his hips hard against hers burying himself fully inside her one last time. As she falls over the edge of the cliff he has been holding her on, her eyes lock with his and she cries her release into the dark, his hand tightening in her hair to ensure that they share this moment fully with one-another.

The familiar sweet rush of hormones tears through her scalding her from the inside out. Squeezing him hard she rides the waves of her pleasure and his expression tightens in surprise. The squeeze is his undoing, a look of soft astonishment crosses his face as he crashes, all of his defences falling away as he cries out and whispers her name like a prayer. The reverence in his voice and the warmth in his eyes is enough to send her falling again, riding the aftershocks until they lie momentarily spent and shuddering atop the sheets.

In the afterglow she collapses onto his chest, contented, and surrenders herself body and soul to his kisses. He strokes her hair and holds her to him kissing her as though it's the most important thing he's ever done while their heartbeats thunder against one another.

"You'll be the death of me y'know," he whispers, his voice husky with desire. Natasha suppresses a shudder at his choice of words knowing that tomorrow he will be more than a thousand miles away and she will be preparing for a solo mission of her own. Neither of them knows what the future holds, that's why every moment, every breath, every kiss means so much.

Eventually, their breathing slows and the coolness of the night envelops them. In these moments of calm, when his expression is unguarded, she commits every detail of his soft face to memory lest she never witness it again.

She presses her lips softly against his and smiles. "Best enjoy every moment we have left then," she breathes against him as his hands trace her spine. His answering grin is all she needs to chase away the thoughts of tomorrow.