A protesting whine came past Clint's lips when that kiss ended much too quickly, but he didn't try hold her back when she got up. Really, if she had nuzzled her half naked body against his much longer, he probably couldn't have left that freezing water over there for an hour or so.
"Tease."
Chuckling, he plucked that towel off his face and neatly folded while doing his best to not watch Natasha too closely. Especially not the way the sun was making her hair glow again or the sinful side view of her curvy silhouette in the same perfect light. Since he obviously couldn't bury his face against her breasts right now and lick and suck her skin until she came from just that, he better sent his imagination in a less inspiring direction. Like stepping on a sea urchin. Post mission paperwork. Sleeping in the mud...
Natasha surely wasn't planning on changing into normal underwear right here, would she?
"Oh, fuck it."
Grumbling, he pushed himself up and quickly got out of his pants and shirt, making a beeline for the water before he could think better. The first wave of only slowing warming water hit him like standing naked right before a fridge and successfully killed every filthy thought, just as hoped. He went in deep enough to take a few light quick strokes, enough to get awake in every sense of the word, and hurried back to the shore then with gritted teeth. Well... better. Somehow.
"Only masochists find anything enjoyable about this", he muttered, shivering and shaking off as much water as possible while he reached for the remaining towel.
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"Tease."
Chuckling, he plucked that towel off his face and neatly folded while doing his best to not watch Natasha too closely. Especially not the way the sun was making her hair glow again or the sinful side view of her curvy silhouette in the same perfect light. Since he obviously couldn't bury his face against her breasts right now and lick and suck her skin until she came from just that, he better sent his imagination in a less inspiring direction. Like stepping on a sea urchin. Post mission paperwork. Sleeping in the mud...
Natasha surely wasn't planning on changing into normal underwear right here, would she?
"Oh, fuck it."
Grumbling, he pushed himself up and quickly got out of his pants and shirt, making a beeline for the water before he could think better. The first wave of only slowing warming water hit him like standing naked right before a fridge and successfully killed every filthy thought, just as hoped. He went in deep enough to take a few light quick strokes, enough to get awake in every sense of the word, and hurried back to the shore then with gritted teeth. Well... better. Somehow.
"Only masochists find anything enjoyable about this", he muttered, shivering and shaking off as much water as possible while he reached for the remaining towel.