Natasha & Scarlett imagines

Harleys in Hawaii N.R (🎵)

'Girl, tell me, can you take my breath away?
Cruisin' down a heart-shaped highway
Got you swervin' lane-to-lane, don't hit the brakes
'Cause I'm feelin' so safe'

Natasha drove her motorbike while Y/N rode beside her, they were in a vacation in Hawaii. Every time Natasha would look at Y/N her breath seemed to go away and her heart rate would pick up with every glance. They were riding along an empty road at full speed, with the wind whipping through their hair, they sped along a winding, virtually empty road, the rush of adrenaline making every twist and turn feel exhilarating. Despite the speed, their trust in each other was unwavering. They both knew that they would go to any lengths to safeguard each other.

'I'll be your baby, on a Sunday
Oh, why don't we get out of town?Call me your baby, on the same wave
Oh, no, no, there's no slowin' down'

They came a cross what looked to be a tiki bar, they stopped and entered the place which seems there  was a fight happening inside. Both woman enter side to side with their hands laced together, they ordered a cold drink and sat a couple of tables away from the fight.

'You and I, I
Ridin' Harleys in Hawaii-i-i
I'm on the back, I'm holdin' tight, I
Want you to take me for a ri-ide, ride'

Y/N couldn't help but shake her head in mild exasperation, her eyes rolling as she observed the escalating argument behind her. She rose from her seat, neatly shrugging off her leather jacket, and made her way toward the stage where the karaoke setup awaited.

'When I hula-hula, hula
So good, you'll take me to the jeweler-jeweler, jeweler
There's pink and purple in the sky-y-y
We're ridin' Harleys in Hawaii-i-i'

Y/N gripped the microphone with a sense of determination and anticipation, her voice filling the room as she started to sing. The first few notes seemed to cascade through the air, instantly capturing the attention of everyone in the venue. Her melodious voice was a magnetic force, pulling people in with its emotional resonance.

Natasha, sitting at their table, gazed at Y/N with an expression of deep love and admiration in her eyes. There was something enchanting about the way Y/N sang, a magic that Natasha had always cherished. To her, it was one of the most beautiful and special things about her girlfriend.

'Let me run my fingers through your salty hair
Go ahead, explore the island
Vibes so real that you can feel it in the air
I'm revvin' up your engine'

Y/N sat cross-legged in the warm sand, her gaze fixed on Natasha out in the water, riding the waves with the two girls she had met earlier in their vacation. They were friends of the other couple who had joined them for a day of surfing, and the ocean breeze carried their joyful laughter and the sound of the waves crashing to the shore.

As she watched Natasha surf, there was a deep longing in Y/N's eyes, an unmistakable yearning for her partner. The sun painted the sky in shades of orange and pink, casting a soft, warm glow over the beach. The scent of the ocean and the briny sea breeze filled her senses, adding to the idyllic atmosphere.

Her fingers twitched involuntarily as she imagined running them through Natasha's ginger hair, a tactile expression of the affection she held for her. In this tranquil moment by the shore, Y/N's heart swelled with love.

'I'll be your baby, on a Sunday
Oh, why don't we get out of town? (Why don't we get out of town?)'

As the sun began to dip beneath the horizon, casting the sky in hues of warm orange and purple, the other couples bid their farewells and left the beach, leaving Natasha and Y/N to savor the tranquility in each other's company.

Natasha, now dressed in comfortable shorts and a short-sleeved button-up shirt, settled into the soft sand. Y/N, feeling an intimate connection that needed no words, eased herself onto Natasha's lap, her legs encircling her waist. Their bodies molded together, fitting perfectly as if they were two pieces of a puzzle meant to be joined.

Y/N's slender fingers found their way into Natasha's salty, dry hair, a soothing caress that seemed to melt away any lingering tension. She relished the sensation, savoring the intimate closeness they shared. Tilting her head, Y/N pressed her face against Natasha's neck, inhaling the comforting scent that was uniquely Natasha. It was a fragrance she had grown to love, a blend of the ocean, sunscreen, and the natural essence that was purely Natasha. The scent wrapped around her like a familiar, comforting embrace, grounding her in the moment.

The sound of the waves crashing against the shore provided a gentle serenade, harmonizing with the rhythm of their heartbeats. In that quiet embrace, they found solace and a profound sense of belonging. No words were needed; the silence between them spoke volumes, echoing the depth of their love for each other. Time seemed to stand still as they held onto one another

'Call me your baby, catch the same wave
Oh, no, no, there's no slowin' down (let's go)You and I, I
Ridin' Harleys in Hawaii-i-i
I'm on the back, I'm holdin' tight, I
Want you to take me for a ri-ide, ride
When I hula-hula, hula
So good, you'll take me to the jeweler-jeweler, jeweler
There's pink and purple in the sky-y-y
We're ridin' Harleys in Hawaii-i-i
No, no'

Natasha and Y/N lay in their cozy hotel bed, their eyes locked in a tender, intimate gaze. Smiles danced upon their lips, and occasional words and laughter bubbled up between them, creating a symphony of shared moments and affection. The room was bathed in the soft glow of dimmed lights, creating an atmosphere of serenity and romance.

Natasha reclined on the bed, relaxed and content, while Y/N rested on top of her, her leg draped over Natasha's waist and her hand delicately tracing the contours of her partner's cheek. Their faces were mere centimeters apart, allowing Y/N to explore every minute detail that had ignited her love for Natasha.

Y/N straddled Natasha, her body hovering above, and she continued to admire her with a tenderness that knew no bounds. Natasha reciprocated the sentiment, her fingers following the delicate curves of Y/N's face, a gesture of affection that spoke volumes.

Y/N, drawn in by the magnetic pull of their love, leaned down to kiss Natasha, their lips almost touching, their breaths synchronized. But just when Natasha thought the kiss was imminent, Y/N playfully pulled away at the last moment, a teasing glint in her eyes. The playful act was met with a soft laugh from Natasha.

'You and I (you and I, I)'

Natasha expertly maneuvered her motorcycle along the quiet, winding roads of the picturesque island, the hum of the engine resonating in the air. Y/N, nestled securely behind her, clung to Natasha, her head leaning against the sturdy surface of Natasha's back. Her arms were firmly wrapped around Natasha's waist, finding comfort in the warmth of their shared journey.

As the wind whipped around them, Y/N released her grip on Natasha's waist, allowing her arms to dangle freely on either side of the motorcycle.

'Ridin' Harleys in Hawaii-i-i
I'm on the back, I'm holdin' tight, I
Want you to take me for a ri-ide, ride
When I hula-hula, hula'

Amidst the velvety darkness of the night, the couple stood by the edge of a field of grass, their silhouettes blending into the tranquil surroundings. The air was filled with a sense of serenity and intimacy, as they shared a profound, passionate kiss.

Y/N, her fingers gently entwined in the russet strands of Natasha's hair, pulled her beloved closer, the heat of their ardor igniting the kiss. Natasha's arms wrapped around Y/N's waist, pulling her nearer still. In that moment, their lips met with a depth of emotion that neither had ever encountered before in their lives. Their kiss was a symphony of love.

'So good, you'll take me to the jeweler-jeweler, jeweler
There's pink and purple in the sky-y-y
We're ridin' Harleys in Hawaii-i-iI'll be your baby, on a Sunday'

Y/N, overcome with a rush of desire, tilted her head backward, her fingers tracing a sensuous path down her own neck and over Natasha's strong shoulders. Natasha's grip on Y/N's hips tightened, fingers digging gently into the fabric of her clothing. Leaning in, Natasha captured Y/N's waiting lips in a passionate, lingering kiss.

'Oh, whoa
We're ridin' Harleys in Hawaii-i
Call me your baby, catch the same wave
Oh, whoa
We're ridin' Harleys in Hawaii-i'

With the shared passion and love still burning brightly between them, Natasha and Y/N embarked on yet another thrilling adventure together, riding away on Natasha's motorcycle. The open road stretched out before them.