"C'mon, pretty girl," you murmur to Nat while you unbutton her shirt, "I wanna see how red you can get for me." She breathes heavily as she settles more comfortably in your lap, shimming off her button-up as you successfully get it off. You immediately make a move for her neck, the noisy kissing sounds making Nat's hips subtly move on their own against your stomach. "Not that many," she whines, submissively moving her neck so you have more skin to work with. "You know how obvious it is. Can't take another one of Jackie's comments or I'll go insane."

Your chuckle reverberates against her chest, and you teasingly scrape your teeth against her ear and suck softly. Feeling her tiny hip movements, you pull back slightly to admire her - bleached hair askew, her green eyes nearly black as they stare at you, lips red and sore. But most of all, you admire her pale skin that blushes furiously with your marks. You poke fun at her for being so pale sometimes, but you find it endearing in a way. Especially when it's so easy to make her red and flushed. Especially when your hickeys are so obvious on her pale neck that you could see them from a mile away.

"Stop staring," she huffs, grabbing your shirt and pulling you into her.