The further up his hands traveled, he'd discover that while the lingerie she wore this evening weren't her most luxurious by far, they were hardly ugly. Natasha had a fondness for such things and found herself splurging on them. They were something she could buy solely for herself now that she had the funds. It was something hidden that no one knew about but her, and obviously now Pietro.

"You can leave anything on you want to. As long as you don't mind me undressing you. It would be difficult to feel all of you against me with so many clothes still on." She pressed the words against his collarbone, seconds before her lips sealed themselves against it in several spots, sitting back up as he moved to pull her shirt over her head. His fingers were softer than she figured they might be, and she enjoyed the way they lingered over her scars. Most men were afraid of them, but he didn't hesitate. It turned her on in a way she didn't realize it would.