She didn’t want to be touched, not really, but she wanted the comfort of his body against hers where she could be in complete control of the situation. Thankfully Clint didn’t argue or question it, and actually seemed eager to agree.

When he leaned back against her she wrapped her arms loosely around him and buried her face in the crook of his neck. Her breasts were still tender but his weight against them wasn’t enough to really bother her at the moment so she closed her eyes and settled in, breathing a sigh of her own.

“Might not be so bad if we get gills to go with them,” she answered, her lips curling just slightly in the ghost of a smile against his skin. It was funny, though. Between the showers, baths and the beach they had spent more time in the water in the past week than probably the previous couple of months combined.