Natasha awoke, confused and disorientated, wondering where she was. Her surroundings were alien and had a strange wavy quality to them that she couldn't quite place. Looking down at herself, she realised that she was naked. Why was she naked? She had no idea. There seemed to be something attached to her foot as well but she had no idea what that was about.

Reaching out of the bed, she brushed grass on the floor. She smiled and pulled up a couple of daisies, looked at them before dropping them back to the ground. Rolling over, she saw she was not alone in the field in which she found herself. Smiling down at the handsome man before her, she found his sleeping form was something to behold. Unable to stop herself, she ran a slender finger over his cheek,

Blue eyes flickered open and he mumbled something incoherent. Her voice seemed to have failed her too so she smiled and searched his eyes. He seemed to understand what she wanted as moments later, she felt the cool of his hand against her hip. Her nipples were achingly pebbled in the cold air of the room and she wiggled towards him, the grass beneath her a comfort more than anything else.

His mouth encompassed the entire pink nipple as his hand pushed between her slick folds. His cod thumb pushed against her needy little clit and she gasped. Twining herself around him as though she were ivy, she shamelessly clamped her thighs around his hand and rubbed against him. His thumb began making lay circles on her nub and a cool digit pushed into her, his mouth sucking on her breast as he did so.

It did not take long for her to reach the edge of ecstasy, her hands clamping on the back of his head as he suckled her breast. Her reasoning fell away as thought fled her, she fell into the languid bliss, her chest pressing against his face as his clever, knowing fingers teased her efficiently over the edge into the abyss. Her fingers tangled into his dark hair and she dragged his mouth up to hers, kissing him before once more surrendering to the grassland around her.

James followed her back into the depths of sleep; she had never truly awakened during the assault on his person. Vainly, he tried to rid himself of the memory of her breast in his mouth, and her soft, warm lips on his.

Natasha's eyes flickered open as a small shaft of light hit her face. She met the blue ones of her fixation and she smiled.

"Hi," she said,

"Morning," he replied.

"Did we sleep the whole night away?" she asked.

"Six hours of it," he said.

"I went that long without..?" she didn't need to finish off the sentence.

He shook his head, "You woke me once in the night," he said.

She felt her face flush and she looked away, "I'm sorry," she whispered.

"Don't be," he said, "It's a waste of energy and won't get us very far."

She looked up at him then and smiled, taken aback by this unexpected kindness. It was close to having her in tears. She took his right hand in hers and gave it a gentle squeeze, "Thank you," she whispered.

He did not speak to her, merely regarded her with those soulful blue eyes of his. They were stunning and she wondered how she had never noticed them before. The smile on her lips was not returned, not completely but the ghost of something tugged his mouth upwards; it was a start! The last thing she wanted was for this to cause a permanent rift between them. It would be great if they could remain friends once the ordeal was over, for the benefit of the team more than anything else.

She brought the hand up and pressed a light kiss to the back of his. Smelling herself on it acted as a catalyst and she was suddenly struck by a hungry need that left her breathless.

"Tasha?" he asked.

"Can you… like last night?" she asked.

"With my mouth?" She nodded and was rewarded with a large grin that crept onto his face unannounced and remained there. She had not expected that, or the way he scooted down the bed rapidly. He placed himself between her thighs and moments later, she felt his hand part her labia and his tongue against her clit. Oh! She let the bliss flood through her and made a small cry, it was great having him put his tongue to such a use, he didn't seem to mind overly much either, bringing her off in the manner again oh! And again!

She regained her ability to think and she propped herself up on her elbows, he looked up at her, bright blue eyes shone up at her and the lower half of his face glistened with her essence.

"I'll make us some food," he said.

"Great, I am starving!" she said.

He smirked up at her and shrugged, "Uh, do you need the loo?"

"I can wait," she replied.

He scooted off the bed and headed over to the bathroom. Natasha took note of the broadness of his shoulders, the narrowness of his hips and the tenting at the front of his pants. Did he actually desire her?

He paused at the doorway and although she darted her eyes away, she knew she had been caught ogling him. She flushed but not before she caught the self-satisfied look on his face

Fifteen minutes later, they were sat back in the living room, fully clothed and munching on some fresh toast. Natasha looked at the file that had been left on the table and picked it up. She finished off what she had been eating before looking at James, "I'm going to actually try and read this now," she siad.

"Sure," he nodded. There was a large pile of dishes in the sink and the flat was something of a mess. "I'm going to clean up," he said. She nodded, already beginning to leaf through the file. James busied himself with cleaning as she nibbled on the toast and read every word. It seemed as though SHIELD knew more than they had said to begin with.

She looked up at James for a moment before re-reading the section she had come across. If that was true… Her eyes narrowed and she snapped the file shut. She could feel the anger brewing and she got to her feet. Crossing to the kitchen counter, she slapped the paper onto the counter, her arms folded over her chest. James turned around and looked at her carefully. "What is it?" he asked.

"Did you know?" she asked, aware that he had vastly cruel.