Where there is great sacrifice there is also great reward. They've both come from places where they've done a variety of grievous acts, and somehow turned themselves around into beings that were both willing to sacrifice anything for the greater good, both for the universe-- obviously Loki for the multiverse as a whole. It looks like their offerings were not given in vain. Maybe Natasha has not made hers yet, but the willingness is there in her heart and it is already known to time.

What a shame her life might have been to never have found this love, this rich aspect of her heart-- to know that she's capable of allowing every wall to fall around her heart and soul, things she's kept locked for so long. Within such a short span it's all come unchained and here she is filled and still quivering, throbbing with the fierce pleasure that wracked her entire being. Tethered to Loki as she is, Natasha leans back heavily and laps across his mouth the best she can.

It feels like a sin that she should move and release his body, but it's also not exactly the most secure position to hold onto for much longer. "I don't want to let go of you." She sighs, and lets her head drop back across his shoulder, opening her neck to him. Lolling it to the side she kisses his neck, and tastes mixed bits of water and sweat. It seems like they need to sink in the tub to rinse off this latest bout of lovemaking before crawling back out to rest and then most likely talk about all the wonderful worlds of life that await them. Hands slip down the sides of Loki's thighs and knead along them. Fuck, she loves this man. She loves him so much more than she ever thought possible before finding him.