"Punishment for no participation," she corrects, though the way Natasha acts is a little different, a little looser. She presses a kiss to his jaw, lets her hand curl around his shoulder in a way that's firmer than she usually would, tilting her chin so her mouth can angle against his in a way that fits better.

Then, suddenly as anything, Natasha smiles a little too sharp. "Unless you want that to be the main attraction."