Drabble 18: Summer.
"It's so hot…" She whines, taking a puff from her cigarette and stretching out on his bed, "I'm taking my pants off."
"You don't know how many fantasies I've had of you saying those exact words."
"Shut the fuck up," She rolls her eyes, tugging off her jeans until she's left in just her white tank top and panties, "Mmm, now come here."
"Again, so many fantasies." He grins, but joins her on the bed, tilting her chin to claim her lips for a kiss.
"It's still too fucking hot…" Natalie pulls away, laying down on his sheets, "You need to get the air-conditioning fixed. Or at least, a fan."
"I will… eventually," He sighs, running his fingers through her hair. Natalie just groans, lifting her tanktop to expose her stomach.
"…It's so hot." She states again, and he chuckles, nodding. "Kiss me."
"Won't that make you hotter?" But he doesn't complain, kissing up her neck to suck on the sensitive patch of skin right below her jaw. Her eyes are half lidded, a lazy smile making it's way onto her lips.
"Mmm… that's nice." She breathes and he smiles, nipping the skin, "It's still hot, though…"
"Take off your shirt?" He wiggles his eyebrows and she stifles a laugh, flicking his ear, "Ow- it was just a suggestion!"
"Why don't you do it yourself?" She challenges, smirking. Henry grins and pushes her against the headboard.
"I hope you realize now I'm never getting a fan."