She didn’t notice the blush in his cheeks with his skin already flushed from their activities, but his reaction to seeing her in her current state did not go unnoticed. She grinned wickedly at him, knowing from earlier how much he enjoyed the image of her with his semen on her skin, and made sure he got a good look. Before she could shift her position and free up enough of the towel to clean herself with, Clint recovered some presence of mind and produced a small towel for that very purpose. She let him clean her up, gentle as ever, with a soft smile on her lips at the slight tremble she could still feel in his hand.

When he had set the towel aside and relaxed back on the bed she crawled up beside him, laying her body the length of his and keeping her head propped on one hand so she could look at him. He still seemed to be having trouble forming words and Natasha counted that as a victory, mentally adding that act to her list of ones to definitely do again sometime. “My massages are a little less traditional,” she said, smiling at him.