N.R. One Shots

Party

Nat walks in fashionably late.

She's wearing a mocha coloured gown.

She knows she's driving you crazy.

She's been behind the bar, handing out drinks.

Subtle hints, eye contact, veiled smirks, she's got a way of making you know she's thinking about you.

She knows you hate when she flirts with anyone, so she makes sure to do just that.

The night fades away, she's asking you to dance.

You say yes.

Her arms are round you. She spins you around.

Its one hell of a night.

Ik that's not exactly a mocha coloured gown, but its the closest I could get.