"Is that what you two do when I'm sleeping? Talk about all of the fun things without me?" Natasha raises a challenging eyebrow, and she holds his gaze just as directly as he holds hers. It's a standoff but not quite, because they both know what the other is thinking. She wants him to look. By that glint in his eye and the way his voice lowers to a murmur with a deep tone that sends a little spark of heat through her, he wants to look. Natasha's only miscalculation is that she thinks he's simply holding back because of the same reasons, the obvious reasons, that he usually does, and if she thought those would be a concern she wouldn't have dropped the sheet in the first place. There are methods that she uses to work with him, and those methods can easily be transferred to the bedroom. In fact, it might be easier in bed, considering there's much more she can do to keep his mind preoccupied.

"Is that what you think of me? Easily exhausted after one afternoon?" She makes a 'tsk' of disappointment, and he still hasn't looked, so naturally she decides that she needs to turn up the heat. Natasha is no stranger to seducing men, and the fact that she knows this one - cares about this one - is only an advantage.

Her head tilts to the side but Natasha's eyes stay steady, and she moves her legs beneath her so that she can slowly rise into a kneel, the sheet carelessly falling away from the rest of her. She moves forward slowly, but the way she reaches for him is fluid; she isn't hesitating, she's simply taking her time as she places her hands on his shoulders to steady herself and boldly straddle his lap.

When their gaze breaks it's only because she allows it to, leaning forward to run warm lips up the line of his jaw so they can come to a stop at the lobe of his ear. "You came here to comfort me." She presses herself against him, her torso now flush against his body and her arms slinking their way around his shoulders. "So comfort me."