There is the same wonder in Natasha's mind about what she's done that's given her the one person in all the world who not only understands her, but accepts her completely and makes her feel completely comfortable with herself in a way she never thought she'd ever feel. The burden of her guilt is far less than it's ever been. Sharing it with another person has taken so much of it away. There's something so powerful about this type of love. It's something that only poets seem to know about.

When Loki finally does step into the bath with her, Natasha turns to him before sitting and slides her arms about his waist, glancing up at his face. It is divinely handsome, nothing brings her more joy than being here in this moment and in that she knows that she is truly in love as strange as it sounds to her mind. "There's so much that you've done for me already. I don't know how in the world I've become so lucky. This seems like such an impossibility, but I want our lives to always be like this. I know we'll face hardships, but I wanted to tell you now, that I am here for you through everything." She held him as if he would disappear any second, pressing her head to his heart, the beat steadying ever fear she ever had.

Loving this deeply also means, that one can lose deeply. It's a giant wave that crashes into reality. Taking a deep breath, Natasha lays her lips over his beating heart and moves to bring them both down into the water of the bath. It's warm and seductive as it surrounds their bodies, so easy to slide into and let it wrap around her. She lays back against Loki, and wiggles in close between his legs. "This body is yours, and you will always have it to touch, love, and be a part of in any way you chose. I am open to anything you want."