She'd played with hearts for so long that none of this felt real. For one it wasn't. She wasn't doing this to gain information, an item or because she was told to. She was doing this because she wanted him, wanted to feel his hands on her skin, wanted to trail lips everywhere and find out which places made him falter. More so she wanted to feel alive, to feel every emotion whether it be pain, pleasure or somewhere in between.

It felt bittersweet, something that felt like guilt grasping it's cold hand along her heart, squeezing until the rush of blood in her ears was almost as terrifying as the white noise that used to take her over before the blackouts.

Natasha broke off, pulled back slightly to balance herself above him, green eyes, pupils blown out caught his and she instantly bit into her own lip.
Breath caught in her throat, eyes rolling over him, leaning to attach lips to his neck, roaming over the column of his throat, lips moving back to his inches away.
"We're leaving this out of the reports" She murmured, smiling slightly until she gave in and tugged softly on his bottom lip with her teeth, finding it too much to resist, wanted to wrap him around her. "My Hawk" She mumbled, swallowing words, trying to keep the contact, deepening the kiss the third (or forth, she lost count easily) time her lips found his.