Drunken Miracles

Iron Man

"Alright guys, listen up!" Coach yelled over the students as they lay out on the grass, relaxing after a hard afternoon of track training. "We go away in one week, and I've picked the relay teams."

Anticipation filled the air, and Taylor sat up a little straighter at her position next to Nate, who smirked at her in amusement.

Everyone knew how getting a spot on the relay team was like becoming one of The Avengers.

Taylor really, really, really wanted to be the next Iron Man.

"I'll tell you the guys team first." Coach said, clearing his throat and then looked down at the piece of paper in his hand. "Oliver, Daniel, Tyler, and Nate."

Taylor looked over her shoulder at Nate, who sat back on his hands, face slightly smug but other then that, impassive. His confidence radiated off him in waves, and Taylor stared for a second before he met her eyes, his grin widening at her gaze.

Sticking out her tongue at him, Taylor turned back to the coach, giving him all of her attention.

"Okay, and so the girls team is Macy, Hanna, Alexis and Taylor." Coach smiled at Taylor as she broke out into a huge grin, fisting pumping mentally to herself.

Then she remembered the name before hers, and her happiness diminidhed a little. Only a tiny bit though.

As they stood to leave once Coach had dismissed them, Taylor felt someone's warm hand slip around her waist, pulling her to a hard chest.

"Hi." Nate grinned down at her, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

Taylor giggled. "Hey,"

"Congratulations," He whispered in her ear, and Taylor enjoyed the pleasant shivers that rushed through her as his warm breath hit her neck.

"Back at you," She whispered back, her arms circling his waist. She felt him chuckling, and leant her chin on his chest, wondering what he was finding so funny.

"What?"

"So what superhero are you imagining yourself as now?" He asked, quirking an eyebrow as Taylor blushed.

Pulling away, she tightened her messy ponytail before grumbling, "I knew I shouldn't have told you that!"

"What? It was a good anology!" Nate sait, but she saw the teasing tone in his smile and voice.

"You do realise that this is quite a big deal? I mean, the relay is like, the most important race! It's like being royalty."

"So I'd be William, and you'd be Kate?"

"Do you realise just how corny and lame that line was?"

Nate laughed, tilting his head back and grabbing Taylor's waist again. "You bring out the corny side of me."

Taylor smiled up at him, and wondered why he wasn't ready to commit. She was confused, because the way they were acting, they were pretty much together. It just didn't make sense. He seeked her out as much as she wanted to be with him, and he didn't ever seem to be sick or tired of her. He was just as interested as her, and it was so annoying.

But at least she had him, even if it wasn't the whole Nate Presley.

"But seriously. I'm like Iron Man and you could be...Captain America?" Taylor suggested, and Nate pulled back, a look of disgust on his face.

"Captain America? You might as well dress me in skinny jeans and label me gay."

"Captain America is the sweetest superhero ever! He's such a gentleman!" Taylor replied, and Nate scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"Do I look like a gentleman to you?"

Taylor looked him up and down quickly, from his track shoes to his tight fitting track training shirt to his slightly sweaty hair. The arrogance and confidence was all there, and she realised just how much he portrayed.

"Well, no, not really."

"Exactly. I'd obviously be the Hulk."

"Why?"

"Because I'm built like a fucking tank." He said in a tone that Taylor was wondering if he was going to add a 'duh' at the end of his sentence.

"I don't know, those arms are kind of noodles."

Nate's mouth dropped open, and he held up an arm, flexing his bicep without much effort. Taylor had to bite her lip to stop from cracking into giggles. His face looked so shocked.

"These are noodles? These?" He pointed to his bicep, and Taylor managed a nod before he advanced on her, eyes narrowed, yet they were playfully so.

She backed up quickly, laughing now. Something cold and solid hit her calves, and Taylor realised he'd backed her into the bleachers. Scrambling up a few seats, Taylor watched as Nate advanced slowly, moving with steely grace.

She turned, and squealed when a hand wrapped around her ankle, pulling her back down and Taylor felt the air around her shift as she half fell, screaming.

Nate turned her around, and wrapped two arms securely around her. She was still screaming and laughing, Nate joining in.

"Shut up," he muttered as he pressed his lips to hers, cutting off any more sqeualing. Taylor forgot herself for a moment, wrapping her own arms around his neck and dragging him closer. She felt the bench meet her backside, and Nate stood on the one below her, so they were even height.

She could feel him smiling as Taylor nipped at his bottom lip, asking for entrance. He refused at first, but she took it into her mouth and nibbled down on it slightly, watching through hooded eyes as his face quickly lost it's amused edge and was replaced with desire.

Suddenly, she was being kissed senseless on the schools bleachers.

"I'm going to have to make sure you two have pretty separate rooms." Taylor jumped at the sound of Coach's voice, and blushed a lobster red when she pulled back to see him watching them in amusement.

"C-coach! What are you doing here?" Taylor stuttered as Nate laughed silently at her embarrassment. She hit his shoulder, glaring at him, before turning back to Coach.

He raised an eyebrow. "Cleaning up after our track meet. What are you doing here?"

She blushed even deeper red, and before she could stutter another reply, Nate pulled her up with his hands and smirked at the older man.

"You know how it goes, Coach."

To her surprise, Coach winked at him, before laughing as he walked away.

"No more funny business on school grounds!" He yelled over his shoulder, and Taylor groaned as she watched him walk away.

"Oh my god, that was so embarrassing." She moaned, walking down the bleachers with Nate by her side. "He's going to think I'm a slut."

"You're not a slut." Nate shook his head, frowning. "You're Iron Man."

Taylor smiled at him, wondering why this one boy made her heart stutter so much with such a small comment. She just wished that he wanted to be official. It was stupid, her desire to make him fully hers, but it was what she wanted, as confusing as it was.

But she just sighed and told herself that she was happy with what she had. Because some Nate was much better than no Nate, and she'd take it until he was ready.

"You're so cheesy."

"You love it."

Hell yeah, she did.

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Okay! Sooo...I haven't uploaded in aggeeeesss, and I'm sorry. This is more of a filler chapter too, with not really any part of the plot involved, but I've got another story that I'm starting to write clogging my mind and so I couldn't think too much into this without losing that...and that sounds bad...but still. SO this is what came out! just a short piece of Naylor.

Hope you likeyed! :D

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