They had both certainly learned how to get quick showers when necessary, and thankfully Clint had used that method this morning, in and out before Natasha could finish her internal debate of whether to join him or not. That didn’t mean he was above teasing her, though; in fact he seemed to be in a rather exceptional mood, and it was certainly infectious. She wondered if he felt lighter having the weight he had been carrying around finally lifted by sharing with her.

She watched her saunter back into the room, completely naked, and he seemed in no rush to get dressed either. He was a beautiful specimen if she’d ever saw one and Natasha openly watched him, drinking in every inch of tanned skin. As if he had read her mind earlier he laid out a change of clothes for her before turning back to his wardrobe, giving her a perfect view of his ass. It was so delectable she could just bite it.

Well, two could play at that.

“That’s fine,” she agreed, pushing the covers aside and shifting to the side of the bed. Swinging her feet over to touch the floor she stretched her arms high over her head and arched her back with a soft groan as she worked out the kinks. “I’ll need a shower when I get there, so you’ll have to find some way to amuse yourself.”