"Never hurts", Clint agreed, grinning. That invitation, intended or not, was just too tempting to not lean over and leave a quick kiss on her nick, right below that thin bow.
"Think I might be watching you from the beach, though. You know me, I'm a wuss."
At that time of the day, the water wouldn't even be lukewarm, and Clint still wasn't overly fond of coldness. And if urge should suddenly come over him anyway, to finally dive through salt water again, his underwear could always substitute perfectly for swimwear, on the risk of having to go commando under his pants later. It wouldn't be the first time, and he had a certain feeling, Natasha wouldn't really mind.
He gave her time to get ready while he started the car but waited outside when she joined him, key in his hand, leaning on the door.
"You want to drive?"
He didn't mind either way, and he knew from experience that he felt better orientated in a new area once he had driven his way around a few times. And Natasha needed to feel less coddled if he didn't want to risk her kicking him in the balls sooner or later.
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"Think I might be watching you from the beach, though. You know me, I'm a wuss."
At that time of the day, the water wouldn't even be lukewarm, and Clint still wasn't overly fond of coldness. And if urge should suddenly come over him anyway, to finally dive through salt water again, his underwear could always substitute perfectly for swimwear, on the risk of having to go commando under his pants later. It wouldn't be the first time, and he had a certain feeling, Natasha wouldn't really mind.
He gave her time to get ready while he started the car but waited outside when she joined him, key in his hand, leaning on the door.
"You want to drive?"
He didn't mind either way, and he knew from experience that he felt better orientated in a new area once he had driven his way around a few times. And Natasha needed to feel less coddled if he didn't want to risk her kicking him in the balls sooner or later.