"Not around here, no. But if I get the old lady in the harbor to work, I can drive us to a small island near."

That perspective suddenly made dealing with all the memories that boat brought, much more attractive. Clint definitely hadn't been keen on getting his hands back on that rudder yesterday, but imagining spending a day out in the open with Natasha... Maybe even spend a quiet, lonely night out there, if they could find the right beach for it... Suddenly he felt a little excited for that.

Not today and not necessarily this week when they were only just arriving. But he thought he would be taking a look at least at the good old Flying Seahorse soon, see if she was even up for that trip.

Starting with today, though, there was relaxing and sunbathing on the plan, and it wasn't fair, keeping Natasha from it, just because his hormones were going all through the ceiling again.

"I'll come back to this later", he sighed against her ear, giving both her breasts a last soft squeeze before he stepped back reluctantly and reached a hand out gallantly to help her down.

"What do you say, wanna try that scooter? Or do you prefer your hot-blooded gigolo driving you through the city again?"