He's torn between leaning back into her hands, and exploring more. It feels nice when Natasha touches him, the kind of touches that slowly pull every bit of tension from him. Of course, they wind up his stomach in an entirely different way, but he decides to push past it and lean down to give her another long, slow kiss.

There were some promises about making out for a long time, so maybe this was the way to start. He brings one hand up from her shoulder to her cheek and cups it gently as he kisses her long and slow until they're both breathless because it's been going on for so long. What is time anyways?

"Are you really mine?"