In her own home, free of spectators (aside from the cat), Natasha was sock-footed; therefore, the height advantage was all Wanda's. The team had good-naturedly teased her about her height for as long as she could remember, and she'd always roll her eyes and grumble at them, but here, with the girl she loved? She didn't mind being short, pushing up just a bit on the tips of her toes to kiss her.

She pushed the coffee table back with one foot, smoothly sliding it just out of the space between the TV and the couch, giving them more space to sway around the carpeted floor. "С Рождеством, малышка," she murmured, rearranging Wanda's arms to wrap around her shoulders.