But maybe the distance and time apart did her some good. The lines weren't so blurred, things seemed to be slipping into place, like how when he kissed her her stomach flipped, like when she knew he was in danger her heart raced. It was a scary thought, one she couldn't afford to act on. Love. Natasha wasn't wired to love, she was wired to kill, destroy, seduce. But love?

She became the ornament to replace the lamp, eyes flickering to the shattered remains with a sigh. Oh well, not like SHIELD couldn't afford replacement lamps. Eyes moved back to him when the shirt disappeared and her smile widened, kicking her legs softly from her position. Head tilted back, letting his lips work as she sighed, hand coming up to tangle in his hair. A chuckle, gripping his hair tighter and pulling his head up so she could lock eyes with him, "I didn't just bail on a party for us to play vanilla. Every surface sounds like a challenge, I want to know if you're up for it."

Of course she had to go and lean in, teeth finding his lip, biting it hard enough to leave little indents.