He could look. He could look as much as he wanted, and Natasha wouldn't have stopped him. She'd gotten into the shower with him. She wanted him to look, but the way her mouth kicked up at the corner showed her amusement and appreciation that he'd gone back to making eye contact.

But then her own gaze dipped and there was a slight eyebrow raised as she pushed out a breath through her nose in quiet appreciation of the scientist's body. She was human after all.

Her hand trailed over his shoulder and chest, stopping as she pressed her palm to the spot where she could feel his heartbeat. Then after a second it moved, fingers toying with his damp chest hair. He had just the right amount.

Her eyes had locked with his and she went back to holding his gaze as she turned her head just enough to kiss his thumb and then nip lightly at it.