Well, she certainly couldn’t argue that. If it turned out that they needed another bath or shower later she definitely wouldn’t be complaining.

Climbing out of the tub, Natasha gave a yelp when Clint grabbed her ass on the way. “Hey!” she protested, turning to point a warning finger at him. “Hands. That is not behaving.” She was already smiling again as she turned away to grab a towel. Drying off quickly, she wrapped the towel around her body, tucking the corner in at the top, before returning to the side of the tub. Lowering the toilet seat she sat down and propped her feet up on the tub’s edge, wrapping her arms around her knees.

“You just have no appreciation for the cold,” she teased, openly watching him as he lathered up his skin. If he was going to put on a show then she might as well enjoy it, and she was hardly bashful by any stretch of the imagination.

Suddenly the room was lit up by a particularly bright flash and the lights inside flickered and dimmed but still held on... for now. “You might want to hurry up a bit,” she said, her eyes drawn to the small window across the room. “Do you have any candles?”