The Island

"I know, but from my perspective.." Natasha said softly.

"You'd know to worry." Easton finished, understanding her perspective, he set his drink down and wrapped an arm around her waist, "You won't be alone every again." Easton promised her.

Natasha smiled, cuddling into his side. "Thank you." She said softly. It meant a lot to her.

Easton smiled and put his head on hers, "You're welcome." He whispered.

Natasha smiled, reaching up and kissing him softly. "I love you." She grinned.

Easton smiled and kissed Natasha back, "i love you to." he told her looking into her eyes when he pulled back.

Natasha smiled, hugging him, resting her head on his shoulder.

Easton held Natasha close by her hips, he smiled as he lightly kissed her neck, he liked being close to her.

Natasha giggled, biting her bottom lip, she liked the feeling of him kissing her neck.

Easton smiled and kissed her again, glad she enjoyed it.

Natasha hummed lightly, her eyes closing as she smiled.

Eastons hands went to her sides, he liked kissing her, and was glad she liked it to, but he wasn't positive if she was willing to see him transform into whatever he was. Easton kissed Natasha again. She was probably hiding things to.

Natasha smiled, kissing him back. Her arms sliding around his neck.

Easton smiled Natasha seemed willing, his slid his hands up and around her back, leaning forward into their kissing. moaning lightly.

Natasha continued to hum, moving into the kiss.

Easton kept kissing Natasha, it seemed to be getting more and more passionate, Easton just went along with the flow.

Natasha did too, her kiss was gentle and tender.

Easton pulled away to say, "Do you want to find a room?" He asked, pulling Natasha into another kiss.

"For what?" Natasha murmured, kissing him slightly.

"I thought this was going somewhere." Easton said, kissing Natasha again, hoping he didn't put her off again.

Natasha sighed, pulling away. "When I said I wasn't ready, I meant it. I didn't just mean at that moment in time." She looked down, locking her fingers together.

Easton sighed to, "I'm sorry, I just... I don't know" He looked away then jumped off the counter, going to clean the dishes, he felt bad about suggesting it, even though their kissing was getting intense, and he had enjoyed it.

Natasha just watched her hands. She wasn't prepared to force herself into it.

Easton wasn't forcing himself, but he didn't want Natasha to feel bad about it so he promised himself he'd hold back until Natasha obviously showed him she was ready. he rinsed out his cup and put it to the side to dry.

Natasha entered a small daydream, about nothing in particular. She stared at the ground, her sapphire outlined sparkling blue eyes holding some of the light from the room.