It could jeopardise more than the mission, it could jeopardise their relationship, their dynamic. It could single them out, it could ruin them but Natasha couldn't care less. He's right here, on her mission. Natasha trusts him with everything, she wants him so badly it terrifies her. Fuck everyone else and fuck what they think. It's taken her years to get to this point and she doesn't want to waste a second.

Life is too short.

She climbs out of the cab and sighs, waving him off and saying her thanks to the cabbie. "Breakfast is certainly on you Chris, somewhere nice too, with good coffee." She throws a smile over her shoulder, fumbles for her keys in her pocket and finally gets the front door of her fake home unlocked.

It's spare and unwelcoming but it's Natasha's style, she could leave here if their were her own possessions scattered around, instead Natalie has made it hostile and bland. Either way she pads into the hallway, drops her coat to the floor and works at the zipper of her dress until that pools into a puddle at her feet. Her heels remain on and she's left standing there in a matching set which is all black lace, definitely Natasha.