etc. // hs

24.

*Norah's POV*

"Sweetheart, come out with us," Harry pleaded as he put on his clothes. I sat up and pulled the sheets over my bare chest, a smile still on my face as he glanced over his naked shoulder at me.

"No thanks."

"It's only eight o'clock," he whined, fumbling with his buckle. "Come on, baby."

I reached out for him and he laid down next to me, his lips pressing to mine softly and his thumb skimming my cheek as my eyes fluttered closed.

"I'm tired," I yawned. I nuzzled into his chest and wrapped my arms around him, my cheek pressed to his hard muscles.

"I won't have fun without you," he pouted. "I'll just be that weird twenty-something year old hanging out with eighteen year olds. Ugh, it sounds gross just talking about it."

"Then don't go!" I laughed, kissing his jaw. "Go play some bridge down at the senior center."

His hand came down on my butt and the sound rang through my room, my shocked laugh following shortly. "Harry!"

"Don't mess with me, darling," he chuckled as his lips grazed my ear. "Are you sure you're too tired?"

"You're the one that tired me out," I reminded him, playfully poking his nose. "If you wanted me to go out-"

"Then I shouldn't have made you come three times?"

"Exactly."

His dark eyes rolled. "Whatever, sweetheart. You and I both know that you couldn't live without my dīck."

"I beg to differ."

I sat up and shimmied into some yoga pants and a tank top, choosing to go without any underwear so I could pass out anywhere and fall asleep.

"You think you would be sane without our little daily romps?"

"You sound like my grandmother," I rolled my eyes, popping an M&M into my mouth. "I would be fine without your...contribution."

He towered over me and cupped the back of my neck with his rough hand, his skin warm against mine. "You're sadly mistaken, my dear."

"Wanna bet?"

"Actually, I'd love to."

"First one to crack wins?"

"What will I be getting when I win?"

"First of all, you won't be winning," I scoffed. "Second, the loser has to fold laundry for three days."

"Fair enough," he shrugged as he began to put on a leather jacket over his black V-neck.

"Wait," I said quietly, my hands resting on his forearms and stopping him. "I feel like I never get to see your tattoos anymore."

He cocked an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"Yeah, hold on a second."

I held his arms up and admired the ink, all the little symbols and numbers and letters that meant so much to him. And among all of them was my favorite, the little moon that matched my sun. It was nearly surrounded now but he was careful to never touch it with anything else. He kept it safe.

"Have you thought about getting another?" I asked as I mindlessly traced some of the little pictures.

"Yes."

I looked up at him and found that he was grinning, his eyes sparkling as he answered.

"Our kids' birthdays, right here on the back of my shoulder. See, I left it blank."