Even though Clint wasted no time in getting into the tub after her prompting, it didn’t escape Natasha’s notice that he was more than a little aroused himself from getting her off. It was one of those things that made Clint such an amazing lover: he got almost as much enjoyment out of pleasuring her as she did.

Catching the look he gave her she rolled her eyes and grinned at him in return. Pulling the bra off over her head and dropping it into the pile with their other clothes, she redid her ponytail into a messy, loose bun before stepping in and lowering herself into the tub across from him.

“I could get used to this,” she sighed contently, sinking low so only her head was above the water and stretching her legs out on either side of his.