Natasha gave Clint a playful swat when he actually nipped at her butt before settling back down on his towel. “I’ve met plenty of asses too, but not so much in the literal sense,” she quipped, folding her arms and resting her head on them. She let him continue to play his fingers along her skin, the ghost of a smile curving her lips as she settled in to relax again. It was soon time to find out for herself just how much the water had warmed since the morning, but she waited until Clint moved first before pushing herself up to her knees.

“You really think you have to bribe me to run my hands all over you?” she practically purred, taking the bottle of sunscreen from him. “Though if ice cream is on offer I’ll take it.”

Moving to his towel, she slung one leg over him to straddle his hips before sitting lightly on his firm backside. With the lotion in hand, she ran a thin bead down his spine to finish with an arrowhead between those two beautiful dimples on his back, clearly teasing him for his own actions earlier. Setting the bottle aside she smoothed her hand straight up that line before focusing first on the broadest expanse of his back, applying even pressure and lotion along his shoulders, one hand slipping up to cover his neck. She massaged his muscles as she worked, methodically making sure that ever bit of his skin was covered so there would be no surprising burns.

Leaning forward, she brought her lips close to his ear just long enough to say “this may be the best part of going to the beach,” before she sat back again and continue her work, her fingertips slipping just slightly beneath the waistband of his shorts.