Natasha didn’t protest when he moved away, didn’t
turn to watch what he was doing. She
knew he would be back; he always came back.
It was warm out on the balcony in the sun, much to
warm to still be wearing his sweater but she didn’t want to take it off, not
until it was necessary.
When he came back and plunked his baseball cap on
her head she couldn’t help but laugh a little in spite of everything as she
tilted her head back to peer at him from under the brim. Then she was in his arms again, the one place
she felt safe and warm.
She nodded at the suggestion, though sitting and ‘waiting’
sounded pretty awful, even if she got to sit with him. “You could pick a book to read to me as well,”
she said quietly, pulling out of his arms to take a seat on the towel.
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Date: 2014-06-11 11:42 am (UTC)From:Natasha didn’t protest when he moved away, didn’t turn to watch what he was doing. She knew he would be back; he always came back.
It was warm out on the balcony in the sun, much to warm to still be wearing his sweater but she didn’t want to take it off, not until it was necessary.
When he came back and plunked his baseball cap on her head she couldn’t help but laugh a little in spite of everything as she tilted her head back to peer at him from under the brim. Then she was in his arms again, the one place she felt safe and warm.
She nodded at the suggestion, though sitting and ‘waiting’ sounded pretty awful, even if she got to sit with him. “You could pick a book to read to me as well,” she said quietly, pulling out of his arms to take a seat on the towel.