the tears make a drip, drip, drip sound on the grimy counter in the bathroom of the nightclub.

nat swears she can hear it from outside. she jiggles the doorknob once, twice.

“baby,” she calls over the booming music, “{{user}}, i know you’re crying. let me in.”

nat pushes open the door as soon as the lock clicks open, and reaches for your waist. her body moulds against the back of yours, and her breath sends goosebumps down your body when she leans in close to whisper in your ear.

“what is it, hm? why’re you upset?” she murmurs quietly, careful not to lose control of her tone.

you stay silent, but nat can see one hand smooth over your stomach in the mirror. she cradles your hips tighter.

“you’re perfect,” nat breathes out. her hands run up and down your sides, rubbing gently over your slightly bloated stomach from the food and the drinks.

one of her hands reach up— up, up, and cups your jaw gently. her eyes lock with yours through the dirty mirror.

“watch.”

nat kisses once on your shoulder, and then another on your jaw.

“look. you’re pretty. keep watching,” she murmurs in-between soft kisses.