Was it possible for Natasha to play with him? The man she'd grown to trust and care about, the man who saved her when she was so lost, who pulled her from the dark and into the light? Could she play him like a fiddle? Like she'd done to so many men and women over her life time?

Of course she could, but what she could do and what she would do were two separate things. Natasha wouldn't do that, not to him.

She laughed, another melodic chime and shuffled instantly closer to his body once they were seated in the cab and moving.

"It was both, just a shame about the cold." She flashed him a teasing smile, hand moving to rest itself on his knee. "So do I really need to invite you in for coffee?"