[Watching him like a bird of prey after he pulls away, Nat's first thought is This is going to be good. Jesse is far more the man than he seems. Every once in a while Natasha pulls someone from a situation she never would have before and is deeply impressed. She already knows this is going to be one of those situations.

The feeling of his breath across her earlobe, and the heat of his mouth as it tugged firmly at the lobe sent a wave of gooseflesh prickling along her skin. She made no move to show it, but her mouth most certainly curved slyly at the edges. ]

I can provide us with some tequila. It is a most excellent way to start the evening, even get to know one another a little better.

[Moving around the kitchen, Natasha pulls out a bottle of the good stuff, a lime (which she slices), and a shaker of salt. Then she moves to where Jesse has settled himself and presses her entire body against his to lean the short way around him toward the cabinet where the shot glasses are. Her mouth caresses the side of his neck when she moves away, blowing cold air toward it. ]

I think we can take turns enjoying salt from one another, if that's agreeable.

[Pouring two full shots, Natasha moves back to her counter and leans against it with the salt shaker. She holds it out, eyebrow lifted. Her body is his to discover with a lick and a shake of salt. ]