By the time he finally finished she lay relaxed and boneless, though her body still trembled. He returned to the gentle petting from before and, god, there was just no way to describe how good she felt in that moment. Even when she raised her head to attempt to glare at him for his words she could seem to quite manage it; a glare isn’t very effective when accompanied by a lazy, satisfied smile.

“I think you’ve taken care of my needs pretty well,” Natasha replied, her voice unintentionally husky. “So, has my patience level rating gone up?”

Stroking her fingers softly through his hair, she scratched her nails just lightly over his scalp before giving his hair just the slightest tug, silently urging him to move up and join her against the pillows.