Highschool (Teen/Adult)

Natasha smiles, cuddling closer to him, closing her eyes.

He kisses the top of her head, closing his.

Natasha falls into a light nap, waking up an hour or two later.

Dylan was still asleep, head rested against hers.

Natasha smiles, resting her hand on his chest. It was when she cross her legs that she realised how wet she was, after another wet dream. Natasha fidgets, but sighs, laying back and trying to forget about it.

Dylan snores softly, his glasses still up on the bridge of his nose.

Natasha looks up to him when he snores, gently removing his glasses before he could hurt himself, or break them.

Dylan's sleeves had risen up in his sleep, revealing his tattooed arms. He had quite a few piercings, but he had taken them all out earlier.

Natasha gently traces her fingertips over his tattoo's.

He slowly stirs, his eyes blinking open.

Natasha smiles, looking up to him. Her fingertips still brushing over his arms. "You have a lot of tattoo's." She smiles quietly, keeping her eyes on his.

"I know." Dylan chuckles.

Natasha smiles, looking back to his arm as her fingertips dance delicately on his skin.

"I need to repierce my nose." He says, checking his phone.

"Oh, okay." Natasha gives a small smile, getting up. Taking it as a hint that she should leave.

He stands, going to get his stuff.

Natasha walks up to her room, setting up her canvas, deciding to paint for a little bit.

He pierces his nose again, coming back downstairs later.

Natasha sang quietly as she paints. If only her paintings were as good as her voice. She sighs, sitting on the edge of her bed, staring at the mess of colour on the canvas.

Michael comes back with a baby goat. "Oh my God.. you really got one?" Dylan laughs.

Natasha walks downstairs, stopping on the last step, tilting her head at the sight of the goat. "No way.."

"Does it have a name?" Dylan asks. "Yep. Named him Griffin." Michael chuckles, setting the goat carefully down on the ground.

Natasha watched from the stairs. Back in Russia, she lived on a farm the man who adopted her owned. The animals were her only happy memory. She smiles as she watched it.

The goat lets out a curious bleat as it slowly walks around. The boys chuckle, watching it carefully.

Natasha smiles, sitting on the last step, her feet on the floor as she watches it, her cheek resting in the palm of her hand.