"How long has it been?" Nat asked, propping one leg into the dashboard, a smirk on her face. I rolled my eyes keeping my focus on the road. "C'mon, Y/N, don't be embarrassed, it's okay to be out of practice."

"I'm not embarrassed, and I'm not out of practice," I mumbled nudging her leg off the dash. "And get your leg off the dash we're returning the truck after we're done."

"I'm just saying that if that was true you wouldn't get so flustered whenever I looked at you."

"I don't get flustered," my tone was definitive and sure but as Natasha continued staring at you, it became harder and harder to maintain the calm and collected facade. Her lips tugged upwards into a smirk as she leaned over the center console and placed her hand on my thigh, slowly sliding her fingers further up until she froze when her fingers touched the strap I was packing.

A deep crimson blush reached her cheeks and all she could do was just stare at me, bringing a smug smirk to my face. "Who's flustered now?"

She frustratedly grunted, pulling back and crossing her arms. I pulled over, making Natasha look up at me confused, the wetness between her legs only growing as I stepped out the car and moved to her door.

"Didn't you say I was out of practice?, let's change that, sweetheart."

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