“the windows are tinted,” nat teases, sliding into the back of the car with you and tugging the door shut.

“oh?” you huff, kicking your boots off and pulling your legs up to your chest. nat gives you a cocky, lopsided smile. her fingers find their way around your ankle, tugging one leg closer while her free hand fidgets with the hem of your thigh-high.

“nobody can see inside,” nat continues. she toys with the black lace around your leg, tracing the intricate details with the soft pad of her pointer finger. nat contemplates pulling your socks off entirely, but to be honest, they look..

too good. you look.. good.

“you look hot,” nat verbalises, “in black lace.”

she glances at your bra strap, slightly hidden under your loose band tee.

“is it all matching?”

nat leans forward, murmuring soft praises and compliments into your ear while she fiddles and stares at the black lace.

she might like it more than you do.

“fuck, i wanna see,” nat ends up huffing out, pressing a messy kiss to your cheek. she knows that she’s parked right outside of her apartment. she knows, but.. there’s too many floors to wait. nat wants to see now, and nat always gets what she wants.