Natasha’s grin widened at his laugh. It was kind of amazing how they could go from desperate and rough, pumped up on adrenaline and grateful to be alive last night, to slow and teasing and completely relaxed in the course of only a few hours, but she certainly wasn’t going to complain. Sometimes it was even better like this, when they could just take their time and enjoy each other... as long as he didn’t take too much time.

Her breath hitched slightly when he ran just his knuckles over her, already sensitive from the promising touches and her own imagination in the shower. Grabbing a spare pillow she pulled it over under her head as well to prop herself up a little better so she could watch him.