While Sara's hands trail down Natasha's waist, to her hips, and she lets herself be pulled in closer, grinding against Natasha in the process, she smirks a little.

"Anything you have in mind?" Of course, if Natasha isn't sure of what, or just doesn't feel like sharing, Sara can manage. Her eyes trail to Natasha's chest as she asks, then flicker back up to her face on the end.