Tasha huffed a sigh, breathing against the space of his throat she seemed to have slotted herself into. She moved, lazily rolling limbs up and on-top of him, literally. Curled on her side, balancing a hip side on to his, smothering her face in her chest like he was the bed.

"Mmph" Came the mumbled reply, fisting hands into his shirt, trying to back him more comfortable much like a cat with a cushion. "Comfy Hawk" Sleepy words in approval. This was really nothing new, when Tasha was in his company she ignored the rules about personal space. Mind always hazy. The Widow was far too complacent around him, enough to smother him probably.

Head on his chest, listening to the beating of his heart under her ear. She felt calm, safe. Like nothing could hurt her considering she was perched on him. She finally couldn't get comfy enough and rolled off him again, back into her earlier position yet closer, as if she was literally trying to claw her way into him, like a blanket, a comfort blanket for the both of them. "Mphm body hurts" she mumbled, groggy, too pliant, hands still stuffed in his shirt as if she couldn't let go.