The way Natasha smiled at his impatience, under different circumstances might have make him feel ashamed. But remembering how very much wound up she had been herself just a few minutes ago... In a night like this, acting young and silly wasn't so bad.

So he grinned back over his shoulder instead of pouting, making haste of losing his jacket and throwing it somewhere near the wardrobe, followed by his boots.

"You'd rather have me tell you all the things I'm gonna do to you tonight for another hour? That can be arranged..."

A most innocent whistle on his lips, he made his way to the bathroom to turn the water on, more glad than ever he had taken a few moments to clean up in here in the morning.

The apartment wouldn't win a medal for tidiness but you didn't step on pizza boxes or arrow tools anymore. And he was indeed a little proud of the work he had especially put in the sanitary stuff. He never cared much for where and how he slept- he hardly got any, anyway. But a broad tub with a retractable tray for a fast snack right over it, and a radio in reach, that could probably be called a guilty pleasure.

While the water flowed in, he made it a show to peel his shirt of his body slowly, stretching a little more than necessary, before he turned back to Natasha, just to find hers very... beneficially soaked through.
"Oompf."
So much for teasing. Right away he felt like opening his jeans and pumping himself to his release again. Fuck, this was not going to last long.

"You should get rid of that before you catch a cold." He really tried but he couldn't take his eyes from the way her beautiful breasts peered through the thin material.