One Shot- Are you wearing my sweater? (FLUFF)
You can feel the heat on of the sun on your face, from the slightly opened curtain. Slowly slipping into consciousness, you can feel Nat's arm tightly wrapped around you. You wiggle your way out from under her grip, and stand up. You were only wearing a tank top and shorts, so you grabbed Nat's used sweater from the night before off the computer chair. Slipping it on and feeling the comfy-ness engulf you you head out of the room; quietly trying not to wake her up. You go into the kitchen and turn on the coffee pot. You sit at the island waiting for the coffee to be brewed, you feel the comfortable arms from this morning snaking around your waist. "Are you wearing my sweater?" Nat's rough groggy voice whispers in your ear.
"Maybe..." You respond with a smile. "Well you smell good." She says walking away to the coffee pot.
"I smell like you." You say with a sassy tone. "Well, you will get it back at the end of the day, no worries." You say accepting the coffee mug from the smirking redhead.
"Its no problem." She said while taking a sip of steaming coffee, "You look cute in my clothes."