"Oh fuck."

And there went all playfulness out of the window. By now he should really know better than to challenge Natasha... Except it was too much fun to let it be.

From making her squirm a little and memorize for later pleasure in his mind, how cute she looked all wet and foam covered, with her cheeks flushed and her body right on the edge between excitement and arousal... This now pretty much turned to his own body being on full alert, just from the sound of her voice. That look in her eyes, the refusal to play along like a good girl any longer and rather turn the tables on him.

God, he loved it when she was like that.

Another time maybe he would have played it cool now, shrug it off and let go off her to needle her further, but there was still this strange, seldom urge smoldering inside, of wanting to belong, to serve for a little while. Of letting go completely.

So instead of giving the cocky answer she probably expected, he took his mouth off her after a tiny, tender kiss on the tip of her toe and stared at the game of her hand completely unashamed while he kept on caressing her ankle and sole.

"Yes... please. Let me see you touch yourself."