Communication really was the key, and while it had been a long, hard road getting there, they were finally in a place where they could talk through practically anything. That would be very important over the coming months.

When he held the bottle out to her Natasha smiled softly at him. As much as he worried he was trying to let her decide what was too much for her, and she had to give him credit for that. Taking the bottle, she poured a little of the gel into her hands and lathered them. Wrapping her arms around him she worked the lather over his back first before taking a step back to get his front. She was quick, efficient, using no more time, touch, not pressure than required. As tempting as it was to linger on certain body parts it wouldn’t be fair to start something now that she didn’t intend to finish, so she behaved, keeping the shower not quite clinical but wasting no time either.

“Now what do you say to some breakfast?” she said, reaching behind him to turn off the water. It seemed almost silly to get clean before getting covered in sand and sunscreen again, but it felt nice. And maybe they could avoid the sunscreen today. Spend some time at a covered café, maybe check the library for some informative books, and then head to the beach in the evening once it was cooler and not as crowded.