Natasha was dangerously close to tickle certain sensitive spots again but somehow Clint kept himself from startling and just enjoyed the last of her touches, definitely over much too soon.

"I think I'll just enjoy the view for a while."

He grinned up at her lazily, his chin propped on his crossed arms for a good view on the water. And on her sparely clothed body of course. She was drawing stares, definitely. It was that aura of confident, classic, aristocratic beauty that differed her from any other woman hew knew. And he definitely wasn't the only one to realize.

Not that he had to worry about someone trying anything - or Natasha not being able to escape any situation - but sometimes it was too fun not to pretend, to needle her a little. The feedback was certainly always... interesting.

"And you know, protect you from all kind of monsters. Or drowning. Maybe I should bring red bathing trunks and a rescue can tomorrow."