Highschool (Teen/Adult)

"Whats up?" Natasha asks.

"I wanted to talk to you about earlier.." he sighs.

"Okay.. you know.. I'm sorry.. I shouldn't have said anything." She says softly.

"No.. I just feel so fucking bad about what I did." He sighs.

Natasha looks down. "But you still did it.." She murmurs. "Look, I just.. I don't know, I still love you.."

"Can I please have another chance? Please? I promise I wont fuck up this time." He says softly.

"Yeah.." Natasha smiles lightly. "Now come home so I can kiss you.." Natasha tells him, the smile evident in her voice.

"Got it." He hangs up before jogging home.

Natasha smiles, hanging up, holding her phone against her chin.

He comes inside. "I'm home!"

Natasha rushes to him from the couch, kissing him softly.

He kisses back, wrapping his arms around her.

Natasha hums softly, resting her gentle hands on his cheeks, still kissing him mostly.

He rests his hands on her hips, kissing back.

Natasha smiles, resting her forehead against his, brushing her fingertips against his neck.

"I've missed this." He whispers.

"Me too.." Natasha murmurs, pressing her lips against his again.

Michael keeps kissing back.

Natasha hums softly, sitting in his lap once she got him to sit on the couch.

He holds her hips, kissing her neck.

Natasha moans softly, her hands sliding under his shirt.

He takes it off.

Natasha kisses his neck, running her hands up and down his chest.

He moans, biting his lip.

Natasha continues, resting her hands at the hem of his pants.