"I blame it entirely on you being too hot for me to contain myself", Clint quipped, returning her grin.

It was a shame, seeing Natasha's perfect body disappear in the water with the foam now blocking his view, but fortunately she didn't keep him waiting. He hurried to follow her inviting smile, taking his place behind her, sighing a little when the hot water engulfed him, leaving his skin sensitive. The scent was nice, not too intensive, and though it was with regret he felt the traces of their game being washed off him, he could feel himself relax into just that perfect blissful state of tiredness before getting really sleepy.

"Come here?", he mumbled softly, caressing up and down Natasha's back.