There's a lot of uncertainty in whether or not he's going to allow them to at least try, and Natasha has already decided that she's not going to push if he feels like he isn't ready. She thinks he is - she knows he is - but Jasper has to know that in order for her to be comfortable. When he responds there's a spark of excitement that he sends through her, and as he shifts to pull them both down on the bed with her lying atop him she feels it again; that wave of affection that's still so foreign to her, and she lets it wash over him without any walls between them. It's about connecting to him, but Jasper isn't the only one between the two of them who has to work past a drive that comes too naturally; his is hunger. Her's is hiding.

She leans down to kiss him slowly, and this time Natasha pours everything that she'd try to hide over him for him to feel; anticipation, excitement, affection and, most dangerously, adoration. She keeps it exposed for him in defiance of herself, and as she does her his slowly rock in his lap to give him friction to focus on.

When she parts it's just enough for him to see her face clearly, her hair framing them as her fingers start to work slowly at unbuttoning his shirt. "I ya, ty. Lyudi ran'she mne doveryali, ty pervyy, kto kogda-libo zastavlyal menya khotet' dokazat', chto ya etogo zasluzhivayu." When she gets his shirt open she lets it hang loosely, kissing a trail up his chest to his jaw onto to find her home at his lips once more. She smiles against him. "But I can't do that if we don't get you out of these pants."