“Maybe,” Natasha, well, teased. “But you have to admit, I’m very good at it.” Squeezing his thighs she grinned wickedly at him. She could see his hesitation but didn’t let her expression falter; maybe she was doing things all wrong, trying to distract him from the minor hiccup of a few minutes ago, but she always seemed to fall back on what she knew best. Besides, he had been in such a rush to get her up here, it would be cruel to expect him to wait out a long, luxurious bath with her pressed against him. She wanted them both to be able to relax for that, and just right now it looked like he needed a little help relaxing a few things.

Still, it was his choice and she made no further movements until he reached out to cup her breasts, which was as much an agreement as any. Closing her eyes, she let out a small noise at his teasing fingers, her own hands flexing on his legs.

Opening her eyes again to meet his after the fleeting kiss, she smiled warmly at him. “I want to,” she assured him as she lowered herself to her knees between his feet. She wanted to do for him what he had done for her, and even doubly so since it was so painfully clear he was willing to do without if she wasn’t into it. He really was amazing.

“Besides,” she continued, her hands gliding further up his legs and over his hips to grasp the band of his underwear, giving it a light tug. “It would be hard to relax in the bathtub with you poking me in the back.” She didn’t even try to hold back her grin of amusement.