It had started as a bit of teasing, but Clint wasted no time in shedding his clothes and joining Natasha in the shower. She hadn’t intended on getting carried away, had meant to only come back to her place long enough to get clean, changed, and pack a bag, but as soon as he wrapped his arms around her all thoughts of hurrying fled.

Winding her arms around his neck, she rested her head comfortably against his chest and let out a content sigh. “A little higher,” she said, closing her eyes and relaxing against him.