When you put it on me you relieve my stress | Natalie Scatorccio x gn!reader
Synopsis: the first night you find the cabin you have trouble sleeping. Good thing your girlfriend Natalie snuck some contraband that can help you.
Cw/themes: gn!reader, no use of y/n, no mentions of anatomy, dr*g use (weed), fluff, Pre-established relationship, no smut just making out, blasphemy?
Notes: reader is the sleepy kinda high. Ps, if it seems like I don’t know how to roll it’s because I go electric so please forgive me.
Just something small while I work on something bigger…
Wc: 1.2k
The wooden floors groaned as you rolled onto your side, sliding your arm up under your head. The window parallel to your huddled form plunging you into dialog with expanse of woods lurking just outside the cabin doors.
Your watch read 3:10 AM, its golden hands twisting terribly slow as you contemplated the situation you were in. Without sleep you would surely be a mess in the morning. But as it stood the floor offered the least bit of rest, neither did your wandering mind. You shifted onto your back, the wood beneath you announcing the movement, cutting through the ambient noise of the wind blowing past the cabins exterior.
“Jesus christ are you starting a band over there?” You didn’t need to raise your head to know who was asking. Natalies voice carried its own special edgy cadence. The kind that couldn’t make you angry, not like some of the others. It almost made things seem small, in a reassuring (or somewhat agitating) way.
“Mmmh thinking about it,” you teased back, voice teetering between rasp and whisper. You continued, this time more sincere,
“Did I wake you up?” You lolled your head to the side to look at her. She laid less than an arms reach away and carried the same desperately tired look on her face that you assumed you must have as well. Except where your eyes stung with the pain of having been open too long, hers seemed to be drudging sleep away, pinching open and closed in a way to keep herself awake.
She stared towards the ceiling while composing her response,
“no, I… keep waking myself up I guess.”
You couldn’t do anything more than keep your eyes on her while you tried to piece together whatever it was that could mean.
After an unbearably confusing beat of silence, Nat rolled her head towards you, “what if I said I had something that could help us? Something that usually puts you to sleep?”
A smile crept onto your face.
“You’re fucking kidding me right?” Your voice raising to full volume at the amusement, threatening to wake up the others who had made it to sleep. Or alerting those who were awake and who would likely to question you in the morning if they knew what was happening.
“SHHHHHsshhhh” Nat’s hand flew to you’re mouth, her body rolling to the side with it. She smiled through the laughter while she shushed you, until she stood up and wandered to her bag. After rummaging for a minute she pulled out a small baggy, once tucked between some papers in her school folder, no doubt a quick hiding place for when she removed it from her luggage, concealing it from the other scavenging girls.
She shoved the thin plastic into her pocket, while using her head to gesturer towards you, beckoning you forward. As you sat up, your body felt the relief of the absence of hard wood flooring. You grabbed an extra sweater as you walked towards the door, grabbing Nat’s hand and giggling as she pulled you quietly outside, being careful not to alert the others of your departure.
The two of you put a couple of paces between yourselves and the cabin before raising your volume.
“Do you even know what would’ve happened if this was caught on you at the airport?” you probed, knocking your elbow into her arm.
“Right… because the presence of a little bit of pot is the worst thing that has ever happened to an airplane. Come to think of it, maybe Laura Lee was right. Maybe I brought the plane down with my weed.”
“I can think of a few other things that God might smite us for,” your voice was teasing as you slipped your hand down, out of your pocket and into Nat’s, lacing your cold fingers between hers.
Now that the trees enveloped you enough that no outside eyes could see, you leaned yourself into her side as she moved to mirror you. You settled on a fallen log, not too far from the cabin. The forest canopy was thin enough for moonlight to pour through the trees and onto your faces, illuminating your movements.
You watched as Nat made quick work of rolling the joint, her hands and tongue moving a little too fast. The end result was a slightly lumpy and messy roll, but it didn’t have to be pretty to get the job done. She lit the protruding end and brought the other to her lips, inhaling deeply while slowly closing her eyes before handing it to you.
Muscle memory look over as your lips wrapped around the nub at the end. Body relaxing as the smoke carved through your throat, before stopping so as to prevent the burning cough that you would have nothing to sooth with.
As you exhaled, Natalie reached a hand up to your cheek, the pad of her thumb and knuckle of her pointed finger soothed over your skin, pressing just enough to lightly massage the tissue. Then travelling to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear.
Silently while turning your head to face her, you took another small drag before handing the joint back over to her,
“Greedy,” she murmured while raising her free hand to her lips. The small joint burned smaller rather quickly, but the words to defend yourself wouldn’t come out as the hand that Nat kept on you cupped your jaw and steadied your head to keep facing her.
She leaned in slowly, cradling your head up to open your mouth as she hovered her lips on yours, bumping but not closing in. She exhaled the smoke from her mouth into yours, plumes of it escaped and billowed out into the night air. Only then did she attached her lips onto yours, attempting to trap what little smoke was left in your warm mouths.
You stayed like that for a minute, slowly and tiredly pulling each other in by your lips. The joint kept burning, but the weight of it teetered between Nat’s fingers, forgotten.
Your head began to grow more heavy, slowly making contact with Nat’s forehead. Once, then twice, before Nat broke the kiss, taking her head between both hands to steady your wobble. The sleep that she had promised you was taking over. She took one last inhale before putting out the pitiful butt in the side of the log and stuffing it far into the ground that it couldn't be noticed.
“I said I could help you couldn't I,” she teased, lips pressed into your hairline. Nat felt the anxiety that had been waking her up had been relieved as well, now that the drug began working it’s way through her. She then managed to coax you up, arm around your back, clinging to your hip and walked the two of you back to the cabin.
The sound of your footsteps was slightly louder upon your return, and the two of you fell asleep closer than you had intended when you first chose your sleeping spots 5 hours earlier.
The next morning:
Laura Lee asked what “that weird smell is”. Queue everyone looking at Nat, “We’re in the middle of the fucking woods there has to be skunks around.”
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