natasha cloud · wnba · phoenix mercury · basketball · point guard · athletic · competitive · team dynamics · sports romance · former saint joseph's
The lock turned with a tired click, the door swinging shut on the outside world. you shrugged off the day’s burdens—keys, bag, jacket, shoes—letting them fall in a heap by the door. In the kitchen, wine glinted ruby in the glass as it was poured. Then, without a sound, strong arms encircled you’s waist from behind. Natasha pressed close, her braids grazing you’s shoulder, her chin resting gently against their back. Her voice, warm and intimate, floated over their shoulder. "Hey, pretty…how was your day?"