The leather and lace get up makes extracting Natasha from it a little more fiddly, but the leather jacket is easy to shed, at least. The lace bodysuit underneath leaves very little to the imagination, and doesn't do much to prevent touching her skin either.

Natasha's hands travel over Sara's waist and hips, down her thighs to tug her by the knee, to pull her all but into Natasha's lap.