Natasha chuckled at his reply, and gladly let him pull her close again. Rearranging his shorts back into place, she slipped one arm around his back and rested her other hand on his shoulder, her feet kicking slowly in the water to help steady them. She relished in his kisses, and maybe more so in the lingering proof of just how good she had just made him feel as she closed her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder.

“I don’t know about that,” she replied. “I’m feeling pretty relaxed right now.” If they went back to the beach and laid down in the sun again she would probably need him to roll her every so often to make sure she tanned evenly, because she was pretty sure she would fall asleep. “I do believe you still owe me an ice cream, though.” Pulling back just enough to look at him, she gave Clint a warm smile before kissing him softly, her own way of thanking him for today.