"Cheating is such a bad word for turning the odds in your favor..."

This time he whispered it into her ear, again just short enough to let her feel the touch before he backed away. His hand had settled warm and unmoving on her belly, fingertips just teasing along the hem of her pants from time to time, bumping the button.

"I'm impressed by your maneuvering skills, Agent Romanoff. This will come in handy when I start teaching you how to fly."