Is this how it ends? (Negovanman)

Chapter 8: Pillow talk

It took us away way too fast. Both of us knew the way the other person worked. Our bodies were moving in total sync. Once we got to my bed, both of us decided to stop. Not because we wanted to, but because we didn't want to rush it. By it, we meant whatever was going on between us.

„Wait." Natasha said in between moans.

„What is it?" I asked, sitting on her lap. I kissed her again because I couldn't wait for her answer. The tense between the two of us was so high, no one could've resist. It took Natasha a minute to pull away.

„Elise." She mumbled my name. Her hand was holding the back of my neck and our foreheads were touching. As her eyes met mine, my heartbeat slowed down, calmed down.

„I waited for this so freakin' long, but you are to important to me to rush this." I blushed, placing a soft kiss on her lips. I let my hand run through her beautiful dark hair. In the next moment, Natasha and I were laying on my bed. My head on her chest and our legs tangled, silence. Our hands were softly playing with each other and all I heard was her heart, beating slowly. Once in a while, I would look up to see that beautiful face and she would kiss my forehead. That was when I knew, that I had arrived. Arrived to the place where I should be for the rest of my life. In Natasha's arms.

„Do you know what's missing?" Natasha broke the silence. I mumbled „No."

„Some really cheesy music." I turned around, giggling into Natashas neck, my stomach facing Natasha's.

„I can change that." I said and stood up. The little ‚bose' music box, my dad had bought me for last Christmas, was standing on the little commode in my bathroom. I connected it to my phone and played that soppy playlist, I sometimes listened to.

Piano music entered the room and Natasha's eyes widened.

„No" she laughed. I nodded, smiling brightly. Natasha was sitting on my bed. She looked amazing with her jeans and that black top she was wearing. I went towards her, in a dancing way and started singing.

„Making my way down town. Walking fast. Faces pass and I'm home bound." By that, I was holding Natasha's hands and she was hardly holding back a smile.

„Staring blankly ahead. Just making my way. Making my way through the crowd." I could finally motivate the brunette to stand up. Her hands were on my hips and mine were on her's.

Both of us sang the rest of the song, dancing laughing and enjoying the moment. When the song ended we were standing face to face, holding hands.

The next song started and we danced slowly. To my astonishment, Natasha knew the lyrics to ‚Just a kiss' by ‚Lady Antebellum'. It was just magical, the way we connected on a higher level. Instead of singing along to the refrain, Natasha got closer. Her lips touched mine. For the rest of the song, we were jut standing there, kissing slowly. When the playlist continued to play, Natasha smiled brightly, as we danced.

„What's so funny?"

„That song."

„Wherever you will go?" Natasha nodded.

„I remember listening to that song at my prom, watching the girl I liked dancing with her boyfriend. I, myself, was there with some random boy that asked me out that night. And look at me now. Dancing with the most beautiful girl in the world, to the exact same song." Natasha smiled and hugged me. At some point, I took Natasha's hands and led her to my bed. We laid down without cutting the connection between our eyes. I would softly play with Natasha's long dark hair and she would stroke my cheek from time to time.

„Natasha?" She mumbled something I couldn't understand and looked at me.

„Do you remember the pillow talk we were on together? On the gay women channel?" She nodded.

„You said that you fell for a straight girl right?" Once again she nodded.

„I was talking about you."

„What about that girl from high school?"Natasha giggled.

„Turned out she wasn't straight." I bursted in laughter.

„Are you serious." She nodded. A bright smirk appeared on her face.

„What happened with her?" I tried to say that in a humorous way, to prevent sounding jealous. And I was not.

„Well. Imagine a super sad seventeen year old Natasha Negovanlis, sitting alone at her prom, watching her crush dance. She was the first girl I liked. At some point, she and her boyfriend disappeared. God was I jealous. As the weird teenager I was, I went to the girls toilets and cried. Just a little later, she came in, crying. I asked her ‚what happened' and she told me, that her boyfriend wanted to sleep with her even though she didn't feel ready and stuff. I comforted her and told her that it was fine. And then she kissed me, broke up with her boyfriend and we dated for five months." I moved closer, to be only inches away from her.

„I guess you're always getting what you want, huh?" I whispered. The beautiful girl next to me bit her lower lip and smirked.

„I got you." Her hand pulled my face closer and gave me a quick peck on the lips.

„Is that all I get?" I asked, smirking self confident. Natasha rolled over. She was sitting on my lap as I was laying on my back and her hands were placed next to my face. We got closer, our lips touched, playing with one another. My hands were on her waist, feeling the movement of her body. It didn't take me long to find a way below her shirt.

The doorbell rang.

„Maybe it's better this way." Natasha mumbled and stood up. Obviously pissed. Her dark hair was messy and her lips seemed to be brighter red then ever. Both of us went to the door. I watched through the spy hole and saw a big grinning Kaitlyn Alexander standing in front of it.

„It's Kaitlyn" I whispered. Natasha rolled her eyes and said something about too much similarities between Kaitlyn and LaFontaine. She gestured that she would hide, so that I could open the door.

„Hey you!" I said, sounding really ridiculous.