Clint chuckled into her ear, a little on the rough side to tease her back but concentrated on his job then again. Getting clean was the plan here.
Though he still felt that damn murder workout from yesterday, it was easy to keep Natasha upright with one arm and reach for the shower gel. Even if he wasn't feeling at his full physical best, it took more than a little muscle soreness to compromise the strength in his arms. That definitely came in handy now.
He took his time lathering up Natasha's back and arms but didn't lose too much time when he came to working her butt, going on straight to her thighs. Grabbing her a little tighter against him, he coaxed her to bend her leg and rest it on the bath tub to coat her lower leg and foot with the softly smelling foam, quickly to not exhaust her when she was already feeling weak. After repeating the same on the other side, he turned her carefully in his arms and got a new dollop of gel to spread on her chest on stomach. Here he was even more careful, fingers barely touching her, especially on her stomach, since she didn't exactly look like she was feeling better. Finally his hand slipped gently between her legs, nearly clean of lather, with just the smallest of pressure, to finish the thorough clean up.
"Better?"
He pressed a small kiss to her neck and softly caressed her hip with his fingertips while the water washed down the lather.
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Clint chuckled into her ear, a little on the rough side to tease her back but concentrated on his job then again. Getting clean was the plan here.
Though he still felt that damn murder workout from yesterday, it was easy to keep Natasha upright with one arm and reach for the shower gel. Even if he wasn't feeling at his full physical best, it took more than a little muscle soreness to compromise the strength in his arms. That definitely came in handy now.
He took his time lathering up Natasha's back and arms but didn't lose too much time when he came to working her butt, going on straight to her thighs. Grabbing her a little tighter against him, he coaxed her to bend her leg and rest it on the bath tub to coat her lower leg and foot with the softly smelling foam, quickly to not exhaust her when she was already feeling weak. After repeating the same on the other side, he turned her carefully in his arms and got a new dollop of gel to spread on her chest on stomach. Here he was even more careful, fingers barely touching her, especially on her stomach, since she didn't exactly look like she was feeling better. Finally his hand slipped gently between her legs, nearly clean of lather, with just the smallest of pressure, to finish the thorough clean up.
"Better?"
He pressed a small kiss to her neck and softly caressed her hip with his fingertips while the water washed down the lather.
"Do you need your hair washed?"