She looks up before he replies in just enough time to see that smile of his slowly rise to the surface. He seems fine, and Natasha is, admittedly, quite surprised herself by that fact. Apparently they have made progress, considering two weeks ago he could barely be in the same kitchen as her.
The smile that she gives him in return is a mirror of his own, crooked and a little more cheeky, and her eyes flicker down to his mouth once more before meeting his gaze. "Don't get too confident now, Jazz, my charm is still dialed down to a solid 1, right now." She wets her lips nervously before looking down at him again, making sure that he isn't fidgeting in his own way before she takes a deep breath to steel herself. She's putting a decent amount of effort into it as well; Natasha is hyper aware of her own heartbeat, keeping it steady the way she does when she has to lie. A quickened pulse probably wouldn't help him in this situation.
Her hand moves slowly, and at first she only touches his hair to brush it out of his bright eyes. Fingertips move against the skin of his forehead and she pulls them back quickly, looking at him in surprise. "You're cold." She blinks, and her eyes narrow a little with a dramatic sigh. "You have to warn a girl." There's still warmth in her voice, an obvious tease, and finally she places her hand on the side of his face to hold it there completely still.
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The smile that she gives him in return is a mirror of his own, crooked and a little more cheeky, and her eyes flicker down to his mouth once more before meeting his gaze. "Don't get too confident now, Jazz, my charm is still dialed down to a solid 1, right now." She wets her lips nervously before looking down at him again, making sure that he isn't fidgeting in his own way before she takes a deep breath to steel herself. She's putting a decent amount of effort into it as well; Natasha is hyper aware of her own heartbeat, keeping it steady the way she does when she has to lie. A quickened pulse probably wouldn't help him in this situation.
Her hand moves slowly, and at first she only touches his hair to brush it out of his bright eyes. Fingertips move against the skin of his forehead and she pulls them back quickly, looking at him in surprise. "You're cold." She blinks, and her eyes narrow a little with a dramatic sigh. "You have to warn a girl." There's still warmth in her voice, an obvious tease, and finally she places her hand on the side of his face to hold it there completely still.
"We still good, handsome?"