While Clint shaved, Natasha rinsed the shampoo from her hair as best she could before applying a liberal amount of conditioner. Working it through, she carefully untangled every strand until she could run her fingers through it easily. Once she was finished she rinsed out all the soap and peered around the curtain to see how Clint was making out. The first thing she saw was his discarded shirt before her eyes moved to his finely toned back. Maybe tonight, after they had finished with their shopping and preparations, she would drag her tongue along every bump of his spine...

Drawing her eyes quickly upwards to meet his in the mirror when he spoke, Natasha gave him her most innocent look. “Well, there is this one spot on my back that I just can’t seem to reach,” she said. Two could play the teasing game, which was how it always ended up escalating.