If they had been above the surface, Clint would have cursed his own treacherous body for reacting much too strong to such a little promising touch. That way he could only answer in sucking Natasha's tongue playfully into his mouth. In giving a little bite in response of her game right down there where she knew him to be embarrassingly sensitive. He had a funny feeling, she wouldn't miss his growing hardness pressing into her anyway... If they went on like that, he would be too short breathed for any kind of training in no time.

Well, he wasn't out of ammo just yet. His hand was fully buried down in her bikini top by now and he was fast to use every trick he knew on her, between massaging her soft flesh, and rubbing and pulling the delicious tautness of her nipples, just tight enough to have her squirm but never firm enough to hurt her. Instead of getting too bold with his other hand under her panties, he rather caressed her above the thin fabric, teasing along the juncture of her thighs, and pinching her ass from time to time. Occasionally his fingertips slipped and rubbed over the sensitive flesh pressed against him just slightly.

His heart pounded heavily in his chest, either from a lack of oxygen or his hormones going crazy, and he didn't really care. He was too busy watching Natasha, forcing his eyes open most of the time to see her beautiful face in this strange blurry light of blue enclosing them. Their movements were slow, going with the tide, but incredibly intensive, and he couldn't help but wonder how it would be to take her down here. Not an option, obviously, in a place like this but fuck it if just picturing it didn't make him even harder.