Natasha entered the apartment, tired from a long mission. Sweat glistened across her brow and dark, sweeping circles hung below her emerald eyes. She'd been away for a week, constantly moving and being left with little time to phone you up. There had been a day that Natasha had been by a beach and she'd managed to find the time to buy you a postcard, scribble a sappy, lovesick message down and send it to you.
She walked down the hallway, pictures lined the walls, mapping out a happy year of union. The lights in the apartment were dimmed down and instead the floor was bathing in silver light from the full moon. A soft melody filled the space and Natasha tiptoed quietly.
Entering the bedroom she shared with you, Natasha found a heap of white cushions and blankets on the queen sized bed. She could only image the bundled up figure lying, curled up beneath it, waiting for her. It was late at night so you were fast asleep.
Natasha headed to the bathroom, stripping down and changing into fresh underwear and one of your hoodies. It was massively oversized and worn in, a result of how much you'd worn it and the times Natasha had too, always reaching for it and the familiar aroma of you it gave off.
At this point you shared all your clothes, when Natasha was away you'd wear her's and when she was home she wore your's, the pair of you would do anything to feel close.
That was how Natasha discovered you as she wriggled under the duvet beside you. She wrapped a strong arm around your waist and bunched up the t-shirt that you wore. Of course it was one of her's.
You barely stirred when you felt the bed dip. After opening a lazy eye you saw the bright red hair of your girlfriend and relaxed immediately. Coming home late wasn't unusual and so neither of you made any grand gestures anymore. You guys didn't have a bold and brassy love.
It was a gentle love. A love that consisted purely of piano music and frothy coffee. Natasha and you were butterfly kisses and gentle, intertwined fingers. You were clean sheets and the morning sun. You were soft cotton garments and knitted scarves when it was cold. You were pale pinks, warm yellows and sky blues.
Fatigue washed over Natasha quickly once her body was pressed against yours. She couldn't control the closing of her eyelids and allowed her body to succumb to sleep.
You woke up the curtains fluttering in the breeze that flew though the window left open last night. That should probably be locked more often you thought. You turned over to find a sleeping figure next to you.
Natasha was still asleep, succumbed to the temptation of slumber. You reached out and gently raked you fingers through her red curls and twirling them around the tips of your fingers, causing her to smile peacefully in her sleep.
Swinging your legs, you stood up, out of bed and left the room to head to the kitchen.
The cabinets were a soft, sage green and the countertops were littered with potted plants. It had become a tradition for Laura (Bartons's wife) to send you guys a little plant on every special occasion and tending to them gave you something to do whilst Nat was away.
You reached up and unhooked two mugs from the pegs where they usually resided. Once a record was set to play, you began to make a black coffee for your girlfriend and a milky tea for yourself.
With the mugs in hand, you walked back to the bedroom and placed them on the bedside table. You then sat back onto the bed, pulling a lilac blanket over your lap and reaching across to your girlfriend.
"Hey Natasha." You said softly, combing her hair again and shaking her slightly with the other hand. "Wake up, I made you coffee."
When her eyes fluttered open you learn forward and placed a firm kiss to her temple, pulling away and then grinning at her.
"Hey." She said groggily. The rough undertone of her morning voice sending shivers up your spine and an even greater smile to your lips.
"Hi." You replied. "I missed you."
"You already know how much I missed you."
You laughed cheekily. "I know, that love letter was very sweet though." You poked her side fondly and watched as she stretched.
Her eyes travelled to the drinks beside you. She quirked an eyebrow in response. "You made me coffee?" She asked.
"Yeh. Black coffee, just as you like it." You passed her the hot mug.
Natasha sipped the drink skeptically. "It tastes..... good." She said, her eyebrows furrowed at the realisation that for once she hadn't had to spit out the coffee you made her straight back into the mug. For however many times you failed to make a good cup she always tried it out of courtesy.
"I know." You said proudly. "I've been practicing while you were away."
"Really?" She seemed impressed.
"Only for you." You mumbled, Natasha pulled you towards her for a kiss.
Your lips pressed together in a loving embrace of coffee and joyous reunion. Both happy to be back in the familiar presence of your love.
—— sorry it took to long to update, i feel like i left you guys for a hot minute so here is a hot scar jo picture to make up
also please comment some prompts!
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