Away from all the hassles, Natasha lay asleep while Reaper cradled her head, giving her a lap pillow. The place was calm and cool. He stared at her beautiful sleeping face while weaving his fingers through her long dark hair.
She looked so peaceful while she slept like whatever was bothering the world was unknown to her. He caresses her cheek and she turns a bit in her sleep. He then began tracing her chin down to her neck and then her cleavage. He stopped.
She might look this peaceful while asleep, but he was aware of the many emotions running through her. They were tumultuous. The lre was sadness, anger, hatred, and some that even she still didn't understand why she felt them, like pity and empathy.
She stared at her akin that was not completely healed from the cuts of the shattered glass, it was so soft and tender and it had a natural glow that he could not resist caressing.
