Nothing about this is normal, is it? Or rather, nothing about it should be normal. For Natasha, it's not that uncommon and that's perhaps a bit sad. Perhaps more than a bit.

It's also something she's not thinking about now, and has no intention of dwelling on in a more sober moment. For now, she's more than willing to lose herself in the pleasure of her new companion's body, how hot he feels between her legs, how attractive he is as his face colors and contorts with lust.

She murmurs, barely words but whispers of encouragement as she rubs herself against him.