After taking her time to assuage him that his friends- both of them should be there for him. She figures she's going to figure out some way to have a woman to woman/loki talk with Sylvie one day before the formal wedding and figure out the best way to get her there. Mobius, the way Loki talked about him, the fondness of tone and voice. Nat has this feeling that he's like her Clint. In another lifetime they might have been more, and it makes her smile and feel only a slightly bit jealous and possessive over her man. How can she not feel that way. He is her perfection personified, and to her Loki is everything, and there are times her brain still panders back and forth feeling like she's not enough.

Listening to him softly admit that he'd like domination more than anything else has her smiling. It's an easy thing. Natasha knows that she's secretly longed for it before. Trusting another person with something so deeply relenting and more, isn't easy. There's a long that they both can give one another that they might not be able to have with another person. Inhaling, Natasha licks over her lips and moves over to flick her tongue against his nipple. "Tied up, hm? I think I've got something that will work for now. It's not going to be the best you've ever had, but it'll do in the moment. I've got a few things that will work for now until we can place a few online orders. "

Biting at his nipple, she kisses it softly and gets up to move naked across the room to her closet and in a drawer in there, she pulls out a long length of red ribbon, and several toys, and a little bit of flavored lube, along with some sturdier stuff. Laying it all out on the bed, she lets Loki go over it all. "Red, Yellow? for safe words, just in case?"