Great Comet One-Shots

1. Pierre and Natasha

This one is about a month old and it's a bit short, but it's still worth posting :)
Pierre Bezukhov couldn't have been happier. His life was finally working out and everything seemed to be perfect. He had someone who loved him- not for his money, but genuinely loved him for who he was. It was unfathomable to him, and every time she held his hand, kissed him, or even just looked at him with her kind eyes, he had to remind himself that it was real; that she was real.
It was a late night and neither of them could fall asleep. They had gone to the club and Natasha had one drink too many, making her giddy and giggly. Pierre was trying to stay away from alcohol, but had shared some of Natasha's, just so she wouldn't be drinking alone. Now they sat together in the drawing room, bored. Judging by the position of the moon, it was around midnight.
Natasha turned to Pierre, a smile tugging at her lips. "You know what we haven't done in a while?" She asked, her eyes sparkling. Pierre was unsure of how to answer her, but was saved by Natasha answering her own question. "Went out and looked at the stars. We used to do it all the time, but then we just... stopped."
"If that's what you want to do my love, then let's go. It's the perfect night for that!" She grabbed his hand and they snuck through the front door and went to an open spot on the ground in the garden. Pierre sat, resting his head against a tree, and Natasha, still grasping his hand, sat next to him, laying her head on his shoulder. A few minutes of comfortable silence passed before Natasha raised their clasped hands, and began to observe them. She stretched out her fingers, laying them against her husband's. "Your hands are so much bigger than mine" she breathed, the crisp night air making her breath turn to fog. She giggled again and kissed him.
The grip on Pierre's hand loosened after an hour or so. He looked down, seeing Natasha had fallen asleep against his shoulder, still holding his hand. Pierre slowly uncurled her fingers from his and removed his cloak, putting it upon both of them. He found her hand again under the makeshift blanket and grabbed it. As soon as she felt his touch, Natahsa smiled in her sleep, knowing she was safe. Pierre soon fell asleep as well, feeling as though he were the happiest man alive.