SOFT SPOT// h.s

3.7 ~ intimacy*

"Let's get out of here."
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We were a mess. A hot, sweaty, turned on mess as Harry shut the engine of the truck off and I pressed my mouth to his again, letting him consume me.

He pulled me closer, his hands running through my hair as he hungrily kissed me. I wanted to be closer to him. As close to him as humanely possible.

His lips travelled to my neck as my fingers carefully fumbled with he buttons on his shirt, undoing each of them hastily and pushing the fabric off his shoulders, exposing his bare chest.

I trailed my fingertips across his bare chest, tracing the inked birds on his collarbones down to the ferns on his groin. When my eyes caught his again, he looked at me with caution.

"I love them," I reassured him, pressing my lips to the butterfly on his stomach, leaving a trail of kisses only to stop at the waistline of his jeans.

His calloused fingertips slipped under the hem of my T-shirt and swiftly pulled it over my head, tossing it in the passenger seat. I didn't hesitate to let him undo the button on my jeans and slide them off, leaving them crumpled on the floor.

It wasn't cold, but my body shivered with a static feeling of electricity as our bare skins touched. His hand moved to the middle of my back, while the other caressed my cheek.

His lips parted from mine and he leant back in the seat, his eyes wandering down my body like a lost soul looking for a place to call home. I heard him inhale a sharp breath and his gaze finally rested on mine.

"You're so beautiful," he breathed, not giving me a second to reply before he leant in once again and kissed me.

All around me it was pitch dark, the night sky surrounding us as we made love in a rental truck in the corner of an abandoned car park just a little after midnight, not a soul in sight.

"Backseat," he murmured against my lips, as we somehow tumbled into the back seats of the truck.

I yanked his jeans down, with some difficulty. "Harry, your jeans are so damn tight," I hissed, as I quickly disposed of them, not wanting to wait another minute.

My stomach ached with anticipation and my fiancé asleep in our bed or the white wedding dress hanging up in my wardrobe didn't even cross my mind. All I could see, think, feel and touch was Harry. Everything was Harry.

I smiled against his mouth as he moaned while I rocked my hips against his crotch. "Oh my god Clary," he groaned, his hands reaching up to unclasp my bra.

His hands massaged my breasts as he pushed into me slowly.

"Condom," I had panted, just seconds before, barely able to form a coherent sentence due to the adrenaline and eagerness to have him that rushed through me.

It was just like how I remembered it. Everything. But only better. So much better. This was filled with passion and hurt and love instead of just lust and desperation.

Our moans filled the car as he thrust into me, picking up his pace gradually as I felt myself becoming undone.

"Harry I'm-" I trailed off when I saw the similar look of understanding in his eyes, clouded with lust as he brought his face closer to mine and kissed me.

His lips lingered on mine as I moaned his name, reaching my high as he did the same.

When we finally broke apart, our breaths were rugged as we looked at each other, unsure of what to say. I picked up Harry's Tshirt from the floor of the truck and pulled it over my head, as it reached mid thigh.