"You're making it sound like I can't restrain myself."
Clint pretended to be horribly offended for a second. Admittedly, that wasn't too convincing when he was still trying to tell his friend down to there that now wasn't the time. Natasha knew exactly how to take revenge for certain touches, how to leave him right on that tempting edge of too much pleasure to just calm back down.
When she was done preparing, he couldn't help but smile, and this time it was purely genuine, without any second thoughts.
"Add some glasses to that and you're all Grace Kelly."
He emphasized his words with taking her hand and pressing a playful kiss to her knuckles, quite the opposite of what they had just been doing in the kitchen, and it helped cool his hormones a bit.
The adrenaline of not driving them either straight into a bus or down the cliff on the way to the beach did the rest.
There were more people at the beach than in the morning, of course, but it still wasn't really crowded. Right next to the entrance separating the street from the beaches, there was a small food truck where they could buy bottles of water to get through the afternoon... And then they finally had the rest of the day for blissfully doing nothing.
Close by the rocks that they had climbed yesterday, there was plenty of room to spread out their towels and get comfortable. But Clint didn't lay back just yet, instead waited for Natasha to get out of her dress with an inviting grin. He had promised her something after all. As for himself, he didn't catch sunburns easily, he could wait before protecting at least his face and especially sensitive body parts from a little red.
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Clint pretended to be horribly offended for a second. Admittedly, that wasn't too convincing when he was still trying to tell his friend down to there that now wasn't the time. Natasha knew exactly how to take revenge for certain touches, how to leave him right on that tempting edge of too much pleasure to just calm back down.
When she was done preparing, he couldn't help but smile, and this time it was purely genuine, without any second thoughts.
"Add some glasses to that and you're all Grace Kelly."
He emphasized his words with taking her hand and pressing a playful kiss to her knuckles, quite the opposite of what they had just been doing in the kitchen, and it helped cool his hormones a bit.
The adrenaline of not driving them either straight into a bus or down the cliff on the way to the beach did the rest.
There were more people at the beach than in the morning, of course, but it still wasn't really crowded. Right next to the entrance separating the street from the beaches, there was a small food truck where they could buy bottles of water to get through the afternoon... And then they finally had the rest of the day for blissfully doing nothing.
Close by the rocks that they had climbed yesterday, there was plenty of room to spread out their towels and get comfortable. But Clint didn't lay back just yet, instead waited for Natasha to get out of her dress with an inviting grin. He had promised her something after all. As for himself, he didn't catch sunburns easily, he could wait before protecting at least his face and especially sensitive body parts from a little red.
"So, you still need someone to oil your back?"