That's what she wanted, that flash in his eyes, give her something more. After dealing with idiots the entire time she'd been undercover Natasha really wasn't looking for something normal and boring, didn't want to end the night making a mess of. Natalie's sheets, but the thought of destroying pieces of this house well, it wasn't like it was either of the twos personal place, so fuck it.

She laughed, the table rocked at his roughness, slipping her legs around his waist again, hands sliding back down his chest to his belt, snapping it open with a perked eyebrow. She was about to respond, about to bite at the endearment but instead pushed herself into the kiss, nails biting into his bare hips.

Damn, he was catching on.