Natasha's not expecting him to grab her waist like that, but she is absolutely not opposed to it. Her heartbeat spikes as she tips her head to listen to what he whispers in her ear. As he leans back, her eyes meet his, her mouth curling into a smirk as the flush rises in his cheeks.

Reaching up, her fingertips run back along the line of his cheekbone. "We better check out, then," she agrees. But before he can go, she moves her arm around his shoulder. Tugging him in, she leans up so she can murmur, "any time you want to try my mouth, just say the word."

She punctuates the response with a kiss to his cheek, patting his shoulder with a smile as she slips around him.