Of course.

Natasha looked around the room in wonder as Drake ushered her in.

"It's the same. Are all rooms the same?"

Drake eyed her critically. She blushed. "You know, if you don't like all of these questions, you could always take my curiosity."

"You keep offering up pieces of yourself for the chopping block. Why?"

"W-why don't you, um, take my desire to keep it from you?" Natasha replied, slightly nervous

"What the hell are you- you know, fine." He frowned for a second and she let out a small moan.

Jonathan was chagrined. He hadn't botched an extraction bad enough to hurt in years. "Oh, no, Natasha! Are you ok?"

She responded by flinging herself at him, her lips finding his. She broke the kiss long enough to whisper to him. "Now put it back."

He started to say something but she squeezed her mouth against his. She pressed herself into him as she felt the component click into place. There was a fluttering in her chest and her head felt swimmy. Jonathan pulled back and spoke.

"Natasha, seriously, what's going on? Why are you-"

She interrupted him. "If you wanna know, you're gonna have to put it back again-ahhh, ok. It's because it turns me on when you change me."

She gave him a moment to respond but he simply sat with his mouth open, so she continued.

"I think this is borne of my desire to comply and my fear that the instability of my psyche will hurt someone. When you first said you could change me, I felt a little warmth knowing that you could control me when I can't control myself.

"Since then, every time you control me or highlight a problem in my programming turns me on." She looked at him hopefully. "Can you do that while we have sex?"

This was surreal. Instead of responding verbally, Drake frowned with effort. Suddenly Natasha's clothes disappeared and she let out a little squeak of arousal. "Ooh, yeah, that's... mmm, ok."

She watched as he began to disrobe with fascination. "I've never seen a man naked. Or a woman, for that matter. I like these breasts. I was surprised by how you reacted. Are you afraid of them?"

He laughed. "No, it's just very strange seeing them out, and it makes people unc- oh Christ, look at me. I'm actually talking to the fucking thing."

"Take my voice if you don't like it." Then she was on top of him and they were falling back onto the bed.