She watched as he kissed each of her fingers, wanting nothing more than to replace them with her lips, but she resisted. Instead she lay still but relaxed, letting him explore her body and feeling completely content with his gentle caresses, the complete care and adoration he seemed to have for her every spot and curve. The entire time she watched his face while he, in turn, watched her. There was something completely indescribable about the experience, and all Natasha knew was that she was enjoying it, having his complete and undivided attention and sharing such a quiet, simple moment.

A blanket probably wouldn’t be a bad idea, even though she wasn’t cold yet, and the idea of curling up with him on the sofa, cuddling under a blanket by candlelight was so ridiculously romantic and ‘cute’, yet somehow still appealing. Instead of voicing any of this, though, she just curled in closer to him, slipping one arm around his back and pressing her face against his chest. “That involves moving,” she said, which was not the most appealing prospect.