Clint mock-saluted her and quickly stole another kiss before letting go off her to swim back to the beach.
"Want to wait a minute maybe?" Not likely that they'd fool anyone with returning separately if someone had been watching but it was worth a shot. "I'll have your desert ready in the meantime."
He was still feeling a little off but getting his body into action helped as usual, and by the time he waded through the shallow water back to their spot, he was at least kind of orientated again. Just as hoped, that little ice and beverage stand near to their parking space was offering the Island specialty that Clint really wanted Natasha to try. Ice cream was great and he died for a big bowl of everything every other night when he lived here.
But for freshing up on the beach during hot days, there was nothing better than a cup of granita. He wasn't sure which flavor she would prefer, so he brought a bowl of lemon, one of strawberry and one of mandarin orange, confident that they would have no problem emptying them all together. The semi frozen structure wasn't much of a stomach filler, really.
The seller looked at him a little funny when he made his order, though, and Clint made a mental note to go on a little longer run tomorrow to deal with the extra calories. Holiday or not, getting out of shape wasn't a good idea. At least balancing the cups back to the beach still was a piece of cake for someone who had trained juggling before he had been able to read and write.
"Your choice, red."
He sat down in front of Natasha on her towel this time instead of his own, longing to be close to her, and sat the bowls between them, grinning.
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Clint mock-saluted her and quickly stole another kiss before letting go off her to swim back to the beach.
"Want to wait a minute maybe?" Not likely that they'd fool anyone with returning separately if someone had been watching but it was worth a shot. "I'll have your desert ready in the meantime."
He was still feeling a little off but getting his body into action helped as usual, and by the time he waded through the shallow water back to their spot, he was at least kind of orientated again. Just as hoped, that little ice and beverage stand near to their parking space was offering the Island specialty that Clint really wanted Natasha to try. Ice cream was great and he died for a big bowl of everything every other night when he lived here.
But for freshing up on the beach during hot days, there was nothing better than a cup of granita. He wasn't sure which flavor she would prefer, so he brought a bowl of lemon, one of strawberry and one of mandarin orange, confident that they would have no problem emptying them all together. The semi frozen structure wasn't much of a stomach filler, really.
The seller looked at him a little funny when he made his order, though, and Clint made a mental note to go on a little longer run tomorrow to deal with the extra calories. Holiday or not, getting out of shape wasn't a good idea. At least balancing the cups back to the beach still was a piece of cake for someone who had trained juggling before he had been able to read and write.
"Your choice, red."
He sat down in front of Natasha on her towel this time instead of his own, longing to be close to her, and sat the bowls between them, grinning.