His heart was racing. He found that his lungs were short of breath and it was a sensation he wasn't used to. Another surge of energy poured through him, as if he might be siphoning it from the Other Guy. But that wasn't possible. No.
Bruce slipped a hand up, palm cupping Natasha's cheek. He brushed his thumb over her skin, absorbing the texture. It was soft, softer than he had imagined and he realized now that it only served to further compliment her already stunning image of perfection.
His eyes met hers and he nodded, "As good as I can be. You?" Her lips across the skin of HS other hand sent another wave of shivers through him. Unknown to everyone he knew, this was not the first time he had been with a woman. It had just been a long time, but it was like riding a bicycle you never truly forgot. He just hoped that he was as good as any man Nat had been with. The number didn't matter to Bruce and he would never ask her, it didn't seem fair. He just wanted to hold on to this as much as possible for as long as she would let him.
"You should get warm or you're going to catch cold," he commented, then his lips met hers again and he lost his train of thought.