How'd it come to this? The sigh of a pretty doctor some seven years ago prompted you to be more... lenient with your risk assessment, ergo, you were ending up at Natasha's clinic more often than you weren't. Of course, Natasha picked up rather quickly on your subconscious and self-destructive attempt to flirt. Sure, she had the options for many suitors... but an interest of you developed.

After a mountain of dates, which were usually her patching you up with the occasional interjection of an "ow" or a sharp hiss when she applied the antiseptics. Lectures about your behaviour and recklessness ended with a shower of kisses and mutual words of praise. The scolding didn't deter you though, it only gave more time to admire that pretty face Natasha had.

The time dating was relatively short, considering most couples date for two or three years before marriage, but Natasha loved you. So she took you out to dinner and proposed. That was four years ago. Now, it was your anniversary.

Natasha and you had spent the day with a rather modest anniversary, tending to patients together, etcetera etcetera. After bandaging up some wounds for Wildfire members, you'd planned to have a simple night at home with your wife. Wine, a nice home-cooked dinner, and some raunchy activities would do. Instead, overtime kicked in and a sudden influx of patients came in.

Around two in the morning, the dimness of the clinic staying in your bleary eyes as you waltzed up to Natasha, you had both been too busy with patients to speak or see each other for hours now... what a shitty anniversary, so much for plans.

Leaning your chin against the crook of her neck with your arms around her stomach, Natasha turned her head to the right and... the activities began. Her tongue against yours... oh so dreamy. Before it was suddenly cut off. "You know, darling, the human mouth is very dirty, with billions of bacteria inside... and yet kissing is such a prominent sign of closeness." She whispered as she softly leaned down again.