Like she'd mentioned to Ben, swimming was a daily habit of hers and the pool was certainly preferred over the ocean. Normally she would have used that, of course, but this time of year? It was just too cold, and she had spent too much of her childhood half frozen while training that now she preferred warmth over anything else. Whenever possible, her showers were all nearly hot enough to scald her, and she wanted it that way. Even though she didn't often swim more than once a day, when Ben had suggested a little competition, she decided to go ahead and accept, if only to see what he was capable of.
Three minutes before the 'deadline', Natasha walked in wearing a black one-piece that tied behind her neck, with a dark green towel tied around her waist and her hair pulled back into a neat French braid. After spotting him in the water, she untied the towel and draped it over a chair, then walked over to sit on the edge of the pool at the far end to wait for him to swim back towards her, dangling her legs in the water.