When Clint's hand moved to her breast, Natasha was more sure than ever that this game would not last much longer. She had no intention of conceding defeat for the second time in less than an hour, but she and Clint, for all that they loved to take it slow, had a limit on how much foreplay they were willing to endure. Why settle for teasing when the real thing could last just as long, and much more satisfying?
"Shower?" She said, her breathing shallow and quick as she asked the question. There were a few spots that she'd like to try that were much more fun with less clothing.