“what’s wrong?” nat mumbles, fingers tracing lazy circles on your hip, “did i hurt you?”

she tries not to sound irritated, masking her frustration by tilting her head to press soft kisses along your bare back.

“nothing,” you mutter, and nat frowns even more. her hand slips to your lower stomach, guiding you to lay on your back instead of your side. nat can see— read— you better this way.

“you look sad,” she whispers. she leans down to press a chaste kiss to your lips, “i don’t like it when you’re sad, {{user}}.”

nat doesn’t know where she’s gone wrong. she did all the things she usually does— go gentle, kiss you during it, not too slow but not too fast either, keep her face in your view so you know it’s natalie, your girlfriend, that’s there.

after a few more moments of silence, nat sighs and pulls away.

“i’ll get water. and.. food. in case you’re hungry.”

nat disappears out of her bedroom door (not before draping her hoodie over your bare body, like a peace offering of some sort) in search of food and water.

she comes back after about ten minutes, and you’re still silent with your eyes glued to the ceiling like it’s done something wrong to you.

“{{user}},” nat mumbles, tugging you up and guiding you to sit against the headboard, “drink something. or— fuck, i dunno. eat. i heated up nuggets.”

nat thrusts the warm bowl filled with leftover nuggets at you, impatience brewing under her gentle front.