Natasha chuckled at his choice of motivation. If anyone were to ask if she was a cuddler she would deny it vehemently, but she didn’t have to pretend with Clint. She enjoyed being in his arms, feeling his heart beating under her hand, his breath blowing softly over her hair. She loved the closeness, the comfort. Sometimes she needed her space, but others she wanted nothing more than to be close to him.

“You make a good point,” she said, though it was with a heavy sigh that she moved her hands to the sides of the tub and slowly got to her feet. Stepping out onto the fluffy mat, she grabbed one of the towels and started to dry off, moving aside so Clint had room to follow her out.