Today was a nice and relaxing day. There were no problems, or any danger to have to go fight.

At the moment, Natasha was sat between your legs as you sat on the couch, her back facing you and the couch, as you braided her hair. There was smooth Jazz playing in the background, playing at the perfect volume of not being too loud, but not too quiet either.

She sat patiently as you braided her hair, which you were almost done with. It felt nice for you to be weaving her hair together, letting her eyes flutter shut.

“I’ll do your hair after you’re finished with mine,” she murmured, letting a soft sigh escape her throat.