“Stop what? I’m not doing anything,” Natasha replied innocently, and in all honesty she wasn’t doing anything more than sitting there, watching him, yet her faux innocent tone seemed to imply more.

“I suppose we will have to find another way to entertain ourselves tonight,” she continued, getting slowly to her feet. Of course she couldn’t help but reach into the shower and give Clint’s ass a quick tap on the way by; he had been asking for it, after all. “Now that was doing something.”

Giving him a mischievous smile, she disappeared out into the rest of the house to locate the candles, finding a few right where he said they would be. Setting them up on the coffee table, she trailed after him to the kitchen. “Surprise me,” she replied, running one fingertip across his broad shoulders as she passed behind him. “Matches?”