"As long as someone's discreet." Natasha's voice is playfully arch as she nips as she goes on her toes to nip at his jaw. Her hands are busy, undoing straps and buckles, looking for skin. She's not trying to get him out of his clothes as she's trying to get in in them.

She knows this can't last. That's not how things work out for the Black Widow. But for now—for now she's enjoying it. She's not thinking about the future—and oonly thinking about the risk as far as it adds some spice to the encounter.