Close Quarters / hs

For Auld Lang Syne

"Oh, shit."

You had just closed your eyes, sinking into the warm, fluffy bubbles, when you heard a pop come from the kitchen. Moments later came the shattering of glass, followed by a muffled curse.

"Harry...?"

"M'fine, it's fine," he called. "Be there in a mo."

Your lips curved up in amusement as you settled back into the bath, closing your eyes again and inhaling deeply. He'd lit some delicious combination of candles along the edge of the tub, and the effect was absolutely intoxicating.

You heard him before you saw him, muttering to himself as he approached the bathroom. And when you cracked one eye open, he was juggling a champagne glass, a coffee mug and an open bottle of bubbly still fizzing away.

Arching a brow, you reached out to help by happily accepting the glass. "Everything okay out there?"

Harry pursed his lips in concentration as he tipped a generous pour into your glass. "Broke the other glass popping the bottle," he groused.

You ducked your head to muffle your giggle. "A little eager, huh?"

"Got you waiting naked in the tub, haven't I?" he pointed out, glancing at you as he poured champagne into the coffee mug.

You reached your hand out to tug at the sash tied haphazardly around his rose colored robe. "Speaking of naked," you murmured. "You are very definitely not."

"Speaking of excited," he smirked in return, shrugging his shoulders and successfully sending the robe to the tile floor.

You hummed appreciatively, eyes raking over his inked body as he set the bottle on the edge of the tub. "Are you gonna join me? It's getting lonely in here."

He didn't have to be asked twice. The water sloshed gently as Harry slid in behind you, and you adjusted to make more space before settling back against his front.

"Hi." His breath was warm against your ear as he tipped his mug up to clink against your glass. "Here we are then. We made it."

You nodded emphatically. "Cheers to a new year," you enthused.

"And to the old," he added thoughtfully. "Had its moments, hm?"

"It did," you amended. Your shoulders relaxed against his broad chest as you took a sip of champagne.

He nudged his knee against yours where they rose up side by side in the bubbles, nipped at the sensitive skin behind your ear. "Remember the first time we..." He trailed off, pulling your earlobe between his lips and sucking gently.

You nearly choked on your bubbly, swallowing back a moan. "Couldn't forget," you managed, the sudden pulse in your core reminiscent of the first time he went down on you - in the middle of the night, in your friends' kitchen, when you were practically strangers. After living in such close quarters for so much of the year, it was difficult to even remember a time when you didn't know him...like this.

Setting his mug of champagne down at the edge of the tub, Harry's fingers drifted through the bubbles dotting your chest and lower, the arm already around your waist pulling you closer.

"And how about the first time we..."

You moaned out loud this time, your own champagne abandoned and your eyes drifting closed when he cupped your heat. "I remember."

Somehow, on that first night, you'd found yourselves with exactly zero condoms. To be fair, neither of you had predicted a need for them. It left you with little choice but to "snog like teenagers," as Harry later (much later) laughed, touching and groping and grinding your way to a surprisingly satisfying finish.