There's a sense of satisfaction that comes with kissing Jasper that Natasha hadn't expected, and it's there because she knows how much she's had to work for it. Realistically speaking Natasha has never had to work for the attention of any man, and although Jasper was never really a 'target' of hers, none of this was expected. Her lips are brushing against his, tracing the outline of his mouth before she feels it; a sudden change in his demeanor.

For a moment she falls still as well, as if uncertain as to whether or not she's pushed him too far again, but it doesn't take long for her to recognize what's happened. Only then does she realize that she's bare beneath the sheets, pressed up against him warm and almost needy, and although Natasha tilts her head into his touch she makes sure to keep her sheet steady to cover herself. Not for her, ironically, but for him.

"Novelty for you, perhaps," she counters with a weak smile, her eyes moving up to his face. "I can't sleep again after that or I'll fall back in. I need to give myself time."

There's a pause, as if she's uncertain whether or not she should mention anything, but in the end Natasha has never been truly shy. "Did I push you or is it just because I'm naked?" Her free hand moves out of his shirt so that she can push her messed hair out of her face to see him clearly. "Because I can put a shirt on." She'd rather not, but the poor thing is acting like he does when he wants to eat her. Which is... probably more attractive to Natasha than it should be, she makes a mental note to figure out that part of herself at a later date. "If you really want me to. If you're staying."