Returning his smile, Natasha brushed a soft kiss against his lips before settling down against him again and letting out a deep sigh. His skin was warm against hers, and much more comfortable than the heavy sweatshirt. “Mm, much better,” she muttered, pressing her lips right over his heart.

She had barely settled back down again when his hand started wandering as if it were her who had just been unclothed. She had always loved the contrast of how gently he touched her with those rough and calloused fingertips, and she let her eyes close again, just relishing in the feel of his touch.

“I thought we were going to try sleeping,” she said in a teasing tone. Trailing kisses across his chest, her tongue darted out to just flick across his nipple before she lifted her head to look at him with raised eyebrows.