hi! here's a blurb from the "terror in new york" universe in which Harry is back in the States for the holidays.
there is smut in this (not as detailed as it usually is), and i wanna clarify what kind of smut. my dude harry has a knife kink. if you are uncomfortable reading something with KNIFE PLAY, PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS. okay thanks, that's all for warnings! 5k words, happy reading!
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Serena is expecting a package that USPS says should be delivered by 8pm, yet it's 7:45 and it's still not here. Usually she's not the type to be impatient, but it's Sunday, and Harry's arriving tomorrow, so she needs to make sure his gift is here before. She understands that people must be a little concerned as to why she's even ordered this peculiar thing (she's already got a message from USPS asking her to confirm that she's bought a weapon from the internet), but still! It's been two weeks!
She's shoving salad in her mouth (she finally got spinach) and watching her favorite show when the doorbell rings.
"About time," she mutters as she swings the door open, however, instead of a man in blue pants holding her package, there's someone else leaning against the door frame with the softest smile ever imaginable.
His eyes light up when Serena opens the door, and he's holding a brown packaged box that's suspiciously the same dimensions as the box that's supposed to be delivered today.
"Hi," Harry says, a bit breathless from the cold. He holds out the box. "This was outside your door. Figured you should bring it in before someone steals it. Don't worry, I didn't open it."
He's wearing his signature black suit with his hair slicked back, and one curly strand dangling over his forehead. He looks confident and has clearly shaved before coming here, cheeks smooth and soft even though she's yet to reach out and touch him. He has a hint of fatigue on his face that he tries to mask, but after seeing him at his worst, she reads him easily.
"You're supposed to be here tomorrow," she says, holding the door tighter as if she'll fall and wake up from a dream. "What are... what are you doing here?"
He's still grinning. "Uh, surprising you?"
Filled with sudden excitement, she grabs his suit and pulls him in with a yank, kicking the door shut. "It's so late. You're so–"
"I know," he says, putting the box down on the floor. As he bends down she sees that his hair is unraveling from the back, curls forming from the lack of product. "I was at dinner with my family. They knew I was coming, but I wanted to keep it a surprise." His eyes darken a bit as he raises his head to look at her apartment. "I'm not intruding, am I? I just thought it would be romantic if I–"
"Romantic!" she laughs, throwing her arms around him suddenly, squeezing him tightly. His large hands immediately go around her waist and press against her back. "This is totally romantic!"
"Are you sure? I guess I should have texted you at least. Given you time to prepare or whatever." His words rumble against her.
She shakes her head as Harry rests his cheek against hers. She shivers at how cold he is. "No. I don't need to prepare. Toni just left an hour ago, actually! And I'm working from home tomorrow. I do that on Mondays. Are you hungry?"
Harry smiles, taking a deep breath. "Slow down, love. I'm not hungry. I just said I'm coming from dinner."
She lets go of him and then sticks her hands in her pockets. "Right. Yeah, you said that."
The last time he'd seen her, she was in a windbreaker that came down to her knees, but now she looks cozier than ever in her overalls. Yes, she's wearing overalls with a dark green shirt underneath and fuzzy socks that come up to her calves. When she turns around to walk him into the apartment, his eyes fall down to the swell of her ass just for a second before glancing back up, teeth grinding into each other. Don't be a teenager, he thinks to himself, kicking his shoes off.
