Natasha laughed at Clint’s little yelp. She knew one day he would make her pay for it, but today was not that day. Instead, today he seemed to be bowing to her every whim, and while she knew it was partly because he almost always did, she knew he also just really loved the excuse to rub his hands all over her.

Raising her head to watch what he was doing, she grinned at the little design he drew on her stomach in the sunscreen before he began rubbing it in, much softer than he had on her back. He had always been very perceptive, but when it came to her she swore he had a sixth sense. She had to work really hard to pull one over on him anymore.

Relaxing back on the towel again, she closed her eyes and gave into the sensation. He knew exactly how to touch her, even when there was nothing (or very little, at least) sexual about it, and she let out a content sigh as he worked, any remaining tension in her body melting away.

When his hands reached her chest she was actually surprised at how well behaved he was, though she smiled when he instead distracted himself by nibbling at her neck. By the time Clint was finished and she was fully protected, head to toe, her whole body felt like jelly, and she wasn’t sure she could move even if she wanted to.

“Mm, very satisfied,” she sighed, opening her eyes to look up at him. “Do you want me to do you now?”