Natasha chuckles, her hands moving smoothly down Sara's sides to her thighs, tugging her closer.

"Well," she says, leaning closer, but her chin cocked at a challenging angle. "I'm open to the idea that you might teach me something at least. There are a few things I haven't done yet."

A few. Maybe more than a few (and more things she hasn't done with other women), but it's not Natasha's way to be shy.