𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐖𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞⁽ʰᵃʳʳʸᵖᵒᵗᵗᵉʳ ˣ ᵒᶜ⁾

- 6* -

Neither of them spoke. Neither of them did anything. They stood still, letting the silence fade out what he just said. Did he regret it? No. Was it the truth? Yes. Was she surprised? Most definitely, yes.

"W-what did you-you say?"

"I love you, Ash. It's always been you."

She stared at him. It was a lie. He couldn't love her, he loved Ginny. Right? Like she loved Mark? But, did they really love them? Or did they just say they did? Her mind was whirling with questions and thoughts and no answers. She didn't know what to say. So, she didn't say anything. Ashlynn took tentative steps towards him and crashed her lips onto his. It was like everything was falling into place. Planets collided, gods cheered, universes clapped their hands, everything was perfect. The feeling they have most been craving was now being fulfilled. It was the exact same as it was all those nights ago. The warmth, the smoothness, the cherry lip balm, it was all present. This time, she didn't pull away. If anything, she pulled him even closer to her.

One of her hands hooked to the back of his neck, while the other one gripped his bicep. Both of his hands were on her back, pushing her into his body. The more the kiss escalated, the more they tried to close the gap between them. They felt every inch of each other and their desire was growing rapidly. Walking forward, he backed her into the wall, pressing himself even more into her. She gasped when she felt him through their clothes. A smirk was present on his face.

This kiss was different from the ones they shared with their significant other. It was everything they ever wanted and more. The passion, the love, the spark that motivates you to keep going. Their hands roaming each other's body, feeling and touching places that hadn't in a long time. His lips went down her jaw, treating her as if she was porcelain glass. Each kiss told her a different story. He loves her, he praises her, he wants her.

Her fingers threaded into his dark hair, tugging at the familiar unruly locks. Harry groaned into her neck, inciting a loud moan from her. She missed being touched like this. The kisses that led up to ultimate pleasure. He was taking his time, making her feel loved while making sure she was enjoying herself as well. She waved her hand and locked the door. Harry pulled away from her neck, his eyes staring down at her.

"In your office?" He asked with a cheeky smile on his face.

Ashlynn, her attention more focused on taking his clothes off, pushed his jacket off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. "You tell me a better place."

Smirking, he grabbed her thighs and gave them a light squeeze. Her eyes shut and her head fell back against the wall. "Merlin..." His hands slid up, until they were at the end of her dress. He lifted it slightly, before she stopped him. "Unzip it, as much as I want this, I'm not ruining this dress."

He gave a huskily laugh next to her ear, making her eyes roll back. "Yes ma'am." His lips went back to her neck, placing small pecks on every inch of skin accessible to him. She felt his hands slide up her body agonizingly long. She groaned, making him smirk against her skin. "Patience, love."

Finally, his hands found the zip located down her back. Pulling it down, his hands touched the newly exposed skin. The soft, porcelain skin his hands had been begging to touch. The dress slipped down her arms to the floor, leaving her in her undergarments. As much as he wanted to look over her body, she pressed her lips to his and flipped them over. Her dainty hands unbuttoned his shirt, moving as quickly as she could. It was taking too long, so she pulled his shirt apart and the remaining buttons flew everywhere.

Harry was surprised to say the least. "Someone's desperate."

"I need you." Her lips touched his neck, trying to find his sweet spot. His hands gripped her hips, most likely leaving bruises there.