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"Just enjoy it, can you do that?"
"I guess." Natasha sighed, laying back against the pillows. "For you."
"That's right, now close your eyes."
She did as asked, and let Sam have his way. His way being to roll her thigh-highs down until he could put her ankles on his knees, and massage her sore feet.
He traced every scar in silence, his hands doing wonders to keep Natasha out of her head.
She'd never been treated as well as Sam treated her, or loved the way Sam loved her.
He shushed her before she could try thanking him though.