you can't help it.

not when natalie is yelling at shauna and mari and telling them they're under house arrest.

not when van is giving a stupid fucking speech that you hate, but you tolerate because you want to be on natalie's good side.

not when it's life or death out here.

not when you're sneaking into nat's little hut to ask for cuddles and kisses and sweet words of affection.

"i miss you, nat," you mumble quietly, and nat brushes some of your hair behind your ear.

"you know i'm busy," she whispers into your ear, trailing soft kisses down your jaw until she reaches your neck; sucking a light mark into the pale skin.