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“Widen your stance,” Natasha said from behind him.
Tony smirked. He slid his right foot back, hardly an inch, and settled his hands back up in a defensive posture.
When he’d asked Natasha to give him some tips on his fighting form, he'd known she wouldn't go easy on him. And she hadn't, but they’d been at this for almost an hour. He was a little… bored. And horny.
Natasha let out an irritated sigh, and his smirk grew wider. Then he was suddenly moving, spinning through the air, landing flat on his back on the mat. His wrists were pinned above his head, and Natasha was straddling his hips. Even after all these months, he was still surprised by her agility and strength. And how much of a turn on it was.
She glared down at him, though the light in her eyes took all the heat out of it. “I don’t like it when you waste my time.”
He squirmed slightly beneath her, the bulge forming between his legs brushing up against her. He didn’t miss how her breath hitched and her eyes darkened at the movement.
“Then you probably shouldn’t reward me like this when I do.”