Clint soon forgot any kind of witty remark he could have made, but he made a mental note to get that ice cream next thing as soon as he could move again. Natasha knew just too damn well how to chase away worry still lingering on his mind, and turn him into a boneless puddle with just a few touches.
The nearly non-existent weight of her body against his was a promising touch that he moved against from time to time, flexing just enough to let her feel it. But mostly he allowed himself to just enjoy the little of closeness they could exchange here. Her little joke with the sun cream was on him of course and drew an amused snort from his lips.
"Trying to tell me something, red?"
His words soon got slurred and swallowed in sighs and purrs as Natasha worked her way up his body. She was just too fucking good with this.
To keep up with this whole artistry and super spy-condition, his workout consisted mostly of stuff to keep his leg muscles in shape. Archery did the rest of the trick and especially his back was formed by decades of stance, nock and release. Or as the physical therapists at S.H.I.E.L.D. liked to call it - or had, before he had played puppy for an alien and people had started to avoid treating him - a nightmare for every proper massage. Natasha though, whose strength could nearly keep up with his, had always known the right way of forcing and soothing away tension and hurt out of his muscles.
Even now when it was really more a caress than a relentless grip, she had him melt into that towel and the fine sand and pebbles below in no time. He wondered shortly if with a little more 'bribing' he could bring her to give him a real long massage one of these days and had a funny feeling, she wouldn't say no.
It was embarrassing how close he was to dozing off again when she finished off her work and sneaked these oil smooth fingertips definitely too close to certain sensitive body parts. Something between a grunt and a moan came from his lips. Hopefully Natasha was distracted enough to miss the warm shivers running down his spine at once...
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The nearly non-existent weight of her body against his was a promising touch that he moved against from time to time, flexing just enough to let her feel it. But mostly he allowed himself to just enjoy the little of closeness they could exchange here. Her little joke with the sun cream was on him of course and drew an amused snort from his lips.
"Trying to tell me something, red?"
His words soon got slurred and swallowed in sighs and purrs as Natasha worked her way up his body. She was just too fucking good with this.
To keep up with this whole artistry and super spy-condition, his workout consisted mostly of stuff to keep his leg muscles in shape. Archery did the rest of the trick and especially his back was formed by decades of stance, nock and release. Or as the physical therapists at S.H.I.E.L.D. liked to call it - or had, before he had played puppy for an alien and people had started to avoid treating him - a nightmare for every proper massage. Natasha though, whose strength could nearly keep up with his, had always known the right way of forcing and soothing away tension and hurt out of his muscles.
Even now when it was really more a caress than a relentless grip, she had him melt into that towel and the fine sand and pebbles below in no time. He wondered shortly if with a little more 'bribing' he could bring her to give him a real long massage one of these days and had a funny feeling, she wouldn't say no.
It was embarrassing how close he was to dozing off again when she finished off her work and sneaked these oil smooth fingertips definitely too close to certain sensitive body parts. Something between a grunt and a moan came from his lips. Hopefully Natasha was distracted enough to miss the warm shivers running down his spine at once...
"Couldn't agree more..."