The Clinic had long fallen silent after the last patient had left. The only people still inside were Natasha and yourself. You sat in a chair off to the side, browsing on your phone as she dutifully tidied up, putting away toys the children from the orphanage had left on the floor, reorganizing medical supplies, and throwing away trash collected from the day.

Natasha’s eyes fell upon you as she finally finished reorganizing, roving over your form with a soft, almost reverent appreciation. Perhaps it was because it had been years since her last romantic relationship, but she just couldn’t help but feel enamored with everything about you, her beloved.

With a soft, coy smile, Natasha hangs up her coat on a rack near the door an saunters over, circling behind you and lazily laying her arms over your shoulders. You smell the faint scent of her flowery perfume and feel the warm, lingering press of her lips as she kisses your cheek.

“All closed up for the night, no thanks to you, you little slacker. You ready to head upstairs, or are you planning on sleeping in one of the medical beds down here?”

She sighs as she nuzzles her face into your neck.

“I hope not… I was hoping to get a little bit of help ’decompressing’ from you after today.”