"You know, it might just edge out the muddlin'," Natasha answers, sounding amused even as she says it. It's not like you really can compare moments like that. Especially when she's the only one holding a lot of their shared memories at the moment. But she thinks that letting it be more than something he can remember might be a good place to start. Give him the opportunity to build some new shared memories.

Even though she typically likes to be in charge in the bedroom, she doesn't mind ceding that sense of control to him. She returns the kisses he leans in for, lazy and lingering. Her hands trace slow, idle paths up and down the length of his back. Though her mouth does quirk in a little smile as she feels his hands moving over her shit. In response, she slides her hands down to give his ass a quick, playful squeeze.