Natasha had always been captivated by you—your laugh, your wit, your presence—but what held her attention most were your lips. She could never resist them. Soft and inviting, they were her favorite feature, and she’d find any excuse to kiss you, no matter the situation.

You were sitting on the couch in the living room, trying to talk to Natasha about something mundane—perhaps dinner plans or a movie to watch. But Natasha wasn’t listening. Her green eyes were fixed on your lips as they moved, completely enamored by the way they curved with each word.

Just as you were mid-sentence, Natasha leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. It was quick, almost innocent, but it left you momentarily stunned.

"Nat," you said with a laugh, leaning back slightly to regain your focus. "I’m trying to talk."

But Natasha didn’t seem to care. She closed the distance again, capturing your lips in another kiss. This one lingered, her hand coming up to cup your cheek as her thumb gently brushed your skin.

You tried to pull away, a flustered smile spreading across your face. "Babe, seriously, I—"

Another kiss. This time deeper, her lips moving against yours with practiced ease, effectively silencing whatever words you were about to say. "Sue me."