Natasha might be a fireball internally, but she is still flying high from what she did to Loki-- his pleasure translates easily into how her body still writhes and moves beneath the man she loves now. There's an inhuman need to be touched and desired, but there's also a part of her that doesn't need to find that ultimate goal; having found it with Loki was more than enough. She was woven together so intimately with him when he finally let go that Nat swore she could feel the way his body stretched tight and bundled with that profound pleasure at his core before exploding.

Being behind him, working Loki through that unique experience, brought Nat to a new height of pleasure as well. Maybe she was an inferno of his pleasure right now, and it only stood to reason that every time his fingers stroked over her naked form, she cried out. "My Loki. Oh gods, yes." When his mouth captured hers, she poured out all that she had taken in from their experience, lapping and exchanging the fierce resonating pleasure that still sang across her form from Loki's pleasure.

Perhaps he was still out of it, but she wasn't completely aware of everything either. Lost in this nest of heat and love, she gasped when he kissed his way down her body. Nails drew pink lines along his shoulders and cast slightly darker hues along the strength of his arms. His mouth was a force of nature, and when it found her sensitive nipple, it struck her core like lightning. "Loki!" Nat bit at her lip until it bled, the pleasure was like someone had flipped the circuit breaker on in her body and she could suddenly feel lights popping on everywhere, dragging everything down to her core.