The Pasts

Chapter 5

A few days later, the morning sunlight filters through the curtains, casting a soft, golden glow over the bedroom. The room is quiet, save for the gentle rustle of the sheets and the faint sounds of the world waking up outside. You and Natasha lie side by side in bed, your bodies barely covered by the thin, white sheet. The warmth of each other's presence creates a cocoon of intimacy that feels untouched by the outside world.

Natasha's red hair is spread across the pillow, a vivid contrast against the white linen. Her emerald green eyes gaze into yours with a mixture of tenderness and playfulness, reflecting the deep connection you share. There's a softness in her eyes, a look that speaks volumes of the love she feels for you. It's a look that makes you feel cherished and adored, a look that melts away any worries or fears.

Her fingertips press lightly against yours, the simple touch electrifying. She watches intently as you play with her fingers, intertwining them and pressing them together, a silent testament to the intimacy between you. The touch is light, almost reverent, as if both of you are afraid to break the spell of this perfect morning.

Natasha's voice, still husky from sleep, breaks the silence. "What are you thinking about?" she asks, her eyes never leaving yours.

You hum and shrug, a silly grin spreading across your face. Natasha chuckles softly, the sound like music to your ears. She moves closer, wrapping an arm around you and nuzzling her nose against your cheek. "You're so silly," she murmurs, her lips brushing your ear.

You can feel her breath against your skin, warm and comforting. She kisses your forehead, her lips lingering as if savoring the moment.  "You make me so happy," she says softly, her eyes locking onto yours, her hands wander gently over your skin, tracing lazy patterns on your bare back.

You smile, pulling her even closer. "I feel the same way. I don't know what I did to deserve you."

She laughs again, a light, joyful sound. "You don't have to do anything. Just be you. That's all I need."

The morning stretches on in a blissful haze, filled with whispered words and shared laughter. Natasha's affectionate gestures, the way she holds you, kisses you, and looks at you, make this moment even more precious. You lose track of time as you lie there, wrapped in each other's arms, savoring every second. The future feels distant, the past irrelevant. All that exists is the present, this perfect morning with the person you love more than anything.

Eventually, the two of you reluctantly get out of bed. Natasha insists on making breakfast, and you follow her into the kitchen, watching as she moves with effortless grace. She hums softly to herself, a melody that seems to fill the entire room with warmth. You can't help but admire her, the way she pours her heart into even the simplest of tasks.

"What's on the menu today, chef?" you tease, leaning against the counter.

She flashes you a playful grin. "Pancakes, of course. With extra blueberries, just the way you like them."

You watch as she expertly flips the pancakes, her movements confident and sure. There's something incredibly intimate about this moment, about seeing her in this light, in this shared space that feels like your own little world. As she plates the pancakes and sets them on the table, you pull her into a gentle embrace.

"Thank you," you say softly, your voice filled with genuine appreciation. "For everything."

Natasha looks up at you, her eyes shining with affection. "Anything for you," she replies, her voice barely above a whisper.

The two of you sit down to eat, sharing bites and feeding each other in between laughter and conversation. The morning feels timeless, a perfect blend of simplicity and love. As you finish your breakfast, Natasha reaches across the table, taking your hand in hers.