warning: SMUTTY smut
"I didn't think I'd been seeing you until later."
You glanced over to the kitchen sink to let your eyes skim over Harry's hunched figure, where he stood thoroughly scrubbing his hands clean.
"Why, not happy to see me?" He teased from where he was across the kitchen, reaching for a hand towel to dry off. "Rather your time alone?"
Only shaking your head, you bit away a smile as your eyes remained stuck on the computer screen in front of you. You had been moving around the temporary house all day, unable to settle on one single spot to work from. For now, the kitchen table was where you sat with your things spread around.
You could see your boyfriend walking towards you from your peripheral, choosing not to glance at him and rather re read the same words splashed across your screen for the eighth time.
He was quick to find his place behind you, leaning over the wooden chair while his arms wrapped around either side of you in pursuit for attention.
"We wrapped up early," you could practically feel Harry's hum when he spoke, even with the back of the chair between you.
His cleaned hands slid down your arms until he was hugging you from behind, his palms resting over the backs of your hands.
"How was your day?" His lips rested over your hair, voice quiet and muffled.
You felt him press a kiss to the top of your head, before moving down to rest his chin in the curve of your shoulder.
You leaned into him slightly. "Okay –" your work could be only be partially done remotely, meaning you did your best to make due with what you could.
"Went for a walk and got some groceries. What do you think about risotto for dinner?"
"Sounds delicious," he smiled against your neck, stealing one more kiss over the skin before leaning back. The words across your laptop screen were not urgently demanding your attention, and you took a moment to revel in the touch of you boyfriend.
He began moving his hands away from yours, the feeling of them bare and ringless something that you had recently gotten used to. You caught his left hand in yours before he could pull away. "What's this?"
You brushed your thumb over the single ring gracing the hand, the smooth band that circled around his ring finger.
"Fuck," Harry chuckled lightly, watching as you circled the metal around his finger. "Must've forgotten to take it off before leaving."
You absentmindedly admired his hand. "How was shooting?"
"Really good – don't want to spoil too much for you."
Barely registering his answer, you kept your hand over his, leaning back on the chair and into Harry as you admired the wedding ring.
"Are you done your work for the day?" His voice was low, not having moved away from your shoulder, and his lips hovered over your skin with only slight brushes as they moved. Still standing behind you, he was slightly amused by your fascination with the ring.
With a newfound sense of possessiveness over him, you turned yourself around, momentarily letting go of his hand so that you could move off the chair to stand. The seat out of the way as you now faced him, Harry didn't move an inch as you remained trapped between him and the table, leaning your backside against the edge of the wooden surface.
You paused before answering. "I could be."
His lips teased a smirk, hands retreated from your skin and instead planted on his hips. When he didn't say anything else, you cleared your throat once more.
