She had him completely pliable under her fingertips, she could tell it in his eyes, with every muttered word, every time she shifted and took on the task of almost worshiping the next scar. She stilled her movement, keeping eye contact and smiling, a wolfish grin with a coy look in her blackened eyes. "Because you want to know if I'd play submissive for you. You follow my commands like a lost puppy Clint. Whenever we work together you're always in the shadows, in the wind. This is the one chance you'd get to exert your male dominance. And you'd be the only man I'd let dominate me completely." She pushed herself more, setting herself in his lap with a roll of her hips, leaning to skirt lips over his jaw. "I've always been in control, you've seen it, always felt you through the scopes, watching me turn the worst of men to nothing. You're telling me you don't want to give it a go?"

Her eyebrow raised, lips moving to ghost over his. Too many questions again and yet still different, what did she want? "I don't know" For the first time she'd answered with something impartial because the two things she wanted couldn't be separated in her mind. "I want to come apart under your hands, want to feel you for days, relish the bruises. Then again I want to take you apart, show you how much I've wanted this, prove to myself that even with Her gone I still have it, that I can break any man down."

Natasha pressed lips to his, a chaste kiss, a contrast against the sordid conversation, rocking her hips against him in slow strokes.