While Natasha and Loki are deeply different people, and their lives have extremely different tales, there's something that winds around them here. Sitting here in his arms, she's stopped questioning what it is exactly and does another thing she rarely does around other people, she relaxes. The walls of carefully crafted control ebb away and instead, she finds herself setting aside her glass of alcohol as well so that she can focus both her hands on the man in front of her.

The moment his arm slides down her back, she adjusts by climbing into his lap and straddling him. It offers her an easier way to touch and kiss him, given their height difference. Still pressed up a little on her knees, her arms tie behind his head and Natasha slowly opens to his mouth, she starts with her eyes open while she tastes his lips with her tongue, each one separately before sliding along the center to seek further entrance. Catching her teeth against his bottom lip, she tugs lightly before beginning to tangle her tongue against his own.

There's a rich flavor there that completely foreign and new to her. The flavor of a man in the guise of a god. There's the magic he spoke so fondly of that she knows lies intimately within him like a second skin. Pulling back for a moment to look him in the eyes, she rolls her tongue over her lips, savoring the remnants of the kiss on her reddened lips. "You taste like a little bit of magic. I always wondered if you would. Yes, that begs the question of how long I've thought about kissing you, and while I might have hated you, I was attracted to you. It annoyed the hell out of me." Her hands slide down from around his neck to roam the frame of his chest, and all the muscles beneath it. Humming her approval, she let her own drape drop away, showing off the small sports bra she had on.