With his hair up, her fingertips lightly trace his hairline at the back of his neck as she returns his kiss. The smile finally appears on her lips as she feels his hands running over her thighs.

"More than nectarines, hmm?" Natasha feigns a thoughtful look, as if she's giving serious consideration to what he might be hinting at. Leaning in, she angles her head so she can whisper to him, her lips brushing against his ear. "Must be whipped cream."