In truth Natasha payed little attention to the music, more interested in listening to the storm outside instead. It had picked up considerably since they’d made it inside with the wind blowing the rain violently against the side of the house. She had always loved the ferocity of a storm when she was tucked safe and warm inside, and never had she felt that more so than she did right now.

She raised her eyebrows curiously when Clint chuckled, but his lips on her shoulder muted her question and she decided to let it go. Besides, she wasn’t sure how to properly follow up the exchange they had just had. Choosing to let the silence reign until he broke it, she closed her eyes again and sighed softly at the play of his lips over her shoulder, so soft and unhurried. When she felt the tickle up her arm, though, she opened her eyes enough to throw a side glance over, noting the wash cloth. Nodding in answer, she gathered her hair over her opposite shoulder and leaned forward so he could start with her back. This usually only happened when one of them needed the help, but she was looking forward to it being just because they wanted to this time.