[Natasha is more than happy to tilt her head just slightly to the side, both allowing and enjoying the feeling of lips pressed against her skin. Her arm urges Bev just that little bit closer, and when she laughs it's not a sound so much as it is a sensation, a slight buzz in her chest that's felt more than heard.]

I think Wes might have something to say about that. I'm surprised he's not up already.