Tiny Dancer

Chapter 19 - sofa sleeping

Harry's POV. (Do you guys like Harry's POV?)

I woke up suddenly in the middle of the night, I rolled over and stretched my arm out for Luci but she wasn't there.

I swung my legs out of the side of the side of the bunk and slowly crept into the lounge.

"Luc?" I whispered, creeping over to the tiny body huddled in the corner of the sofa, covered in blankets.

"What's wrong?" I asked, getting under the blankets and holding her close.

"I couldn't sleep and I didn't want to wake you." She blushed, turning into me so her face was in the crook of my neck.

"You're so warm," I shivered, pulling her further onto me.

"You're cold." She whispered, rubbing her hands vigorously on my chest in a bid to warm me up.

"That feels nice, your hands are soft." I smiled.

"A bit warmer now?" She asked, covering herself and I with the blanket.

"Yeah thanks baby." I mumbled into her forehead.

"God your abs." She smirked, running her hands over my six pack.

"I always thought they were scrawny." I admitted.

"No, they are certainly not." She squeaked, I smirked at her as she sat on my lap facing me.

"Can I look at your scars, on your back?" She whispered, referring to my acne scars I told her I was conscious about.

"Uh, um, urm." I stammered.

"You don't have to show me baby." She reassured.

"Don't worry, you can see." I smiled, turning over and lying on my tummy, exposing my back, I felt her crawl over and sit on my bum.

She lead forward, I could feel her hair ticking my back slightly and ran her fingertips lightly over the scars, making me shiver.

"You okay?" She asked, I mumbled a yes and she went back to my scars, I felt her shift forward and kiss some of them gently, she stopped kissing them and lifted herself off of me, turned me onto my back, and sat back down on the lower part of my tummy.

"You showed me what your insecure about, I'll show you want I am." She whispered, pulling my hands up gently so I was sitting up, she shifted down a bit so there was a gap between us.

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and pulled her vest top up over head, exposing her boobs.

"See, the right one is bigger than the left." She cringed, looking down at her boobs, there was a little bit of a difference.

"Barely." I whispered.

"There is though, isn't there?" She mumbled.

"Yes, but it's normal, and I like it anyway, it's cute." I smiled, kissing her forehead and pulling her onto me so I was lying down and she was on top of me, her chest pressed into mine.

"I love that when I first took my shirt off you were still looking in my eyes not at my boobs." She grinned, kissing along my chin and jawline.

"Your eyes are better than your boobs." I smiled, stroking her cheek.

"How come?" She whispered.

"Your eyes show emotion, they sparkle when you're happy and their dull when you're sad, I can read exactly what you're feeling just from your eyes. I can't do that with your boobs, as nice as they are, they're not as good as your eyes." I blushed.

"I love you." She giggled, kissing me on the lips.

"I love you too." I smiled while kissing her back.

"Let me tell you a secret?" She blushed, I nodded and she took a breath.

"I like to think that you took my virginity not Ryan because he stole it didn't he? And you say oh your virginity is a gift, and is a gift still a gift if you stole it? No it's not. So just because he raped me, I don't think he took my virginity. I think I gave it to you." She rambled, fiddling with the ring on her little finger.

"I like to think that to." I admitted.

"Really?!" She squealed, jumping up and down in her seat.

"Yeah, that's why I'm always so gentle you know, well that and I know that it hurts you." I admitted.

"My god! You're so cute." She giggled.

"-does it annoy you? Having to be so gentle?" She added, her blue eyes pouring into mine.

"No! Of course not. But I am sort excited for when you get used to me so we can do more naughty stuff if you get me?" I chuckled.

"Harry!" She blushed, playfully swatting my shoulder.

"It's true, but I like being gentle, it's like making love and I've never had sex like that with anyone else but you." I blushed.

"Neither have I." She grinned.

I shuffled towards her and pulled her body on top of me, her knee hooked over my waist and her arm slung over my chest.

"You smell so, so, good." She yawned, tightening her grip around me.

A/N please comment! It makes me feel like people are actually reading and helps me with writers block x