Natasha honestly didn’t know what had gotten into her but she felt light, free, and she wanted to hold on to that feeling for as long as possible.

Smiling at him as he ran his fingers through her hair, she relished in the contrast of his warm body against her while the cold rain fell all around them. His hands were wet on her skin and sent a shiver up her spine but she didn’t pull away, just trailed her fingers through his hair and down his neck, stopping to trace a nonsensical pattern there before sliding down his chest and around his back under his jacket.

“Sounds perfect,” she agreed. Leaning up to kiss him again she discovered more contrasts between his cold lips and his warm mouth. “We should probably go...”