Redamancy | Harry Styles Fanfiction (ongoing)

Chapter Thirteen.

A/N: listen to the song, COMPULSORILY. while reading, trust me it's worth it ;)

    
"maybe that's true
'cause I can't stop thinkin' 'bout you"

Aurora Brown

Harry lays me down on the soft mattress, for the first time his otherwise expressive eyes don't give away all his exact thoughts, he looks at me like a cheetah looks at a deer; ready to hunt and devour but he also looks at me with pure adoration, his jade green eyes brim with affection.

He takes my hands in his graceful ones, interlocking one of them with his own, bringing my dainty fingers to his lips, kissing every fingertip, making his way up my body by kissing the back of my hand.

He climbs onto the bed, resting his knees on the bedspread, leaning his upper half close to my already tensed body.

Harry breathes slowly, steadily making his presence known to every inch of my skin, it calls to him. My body aches for him. Electricity sparks in my veins from the need he creates in my mind, heart and body.

Harry smiles darkly as he sits up on his knees at the foot of the bed, crawling over to me, his long torso hovers over me. He ghosts his fingers from my temple, trailing over to my chin, moving to the my neck and then dragging it to the joint where my shoulder meets my neck, he fiddles with the collar of my shirt, pulling it to the side-kissing the new found area. His tongue applies the most minimal pressure to my skin, I tilt my head to give him more access to my neck- he uses this opportunity to kiss his way upto my jaw. His touches as blissful as they are; are yet somehow just not enough.

I shuffle my body underneath him, to get him to touch me more and give me some kind of relief- Harry senses my jitters. He brings his fingers to carefully unbutton a single-topmost button of my-his red, plaid flannel. His fingers then proceed to move past the skin of my lower stomach by lifting up the untucked fabric.

I exhale sharply from his delicate, slow touches, causing Harry to smirk.

He moves his hand away, to keep it to himself; leaving me evermore needy and frustrated.

He's being a tease.

And he knows exactly what he's doing.

He dips his head down to meet his lips with mine, the kiss is soft, showing nothing but pure fondness, moulding his, full, pink lips while cradling my head. Harry whimpers when I tease my tongue at his bottom lip, asking for an entrance into his mouth.

It's like something comes over him when I do this; suddenly- he crashes his lips against mine, moving them aggressively, covering the area of my lips with his determined ones. His fingers continue to trail down my neck, he breaks the kiss to look into my eyes.

"are you sure you want to do this?" Harry pants into my mouth, moving his eyes from mine to my lips. His skin is flushed, loose brown curls hang from his forehead and his shirt, unbuttoned. Just enough to give me a peek at the attenas of the butterfly that  curtains the skin of his rib cage.

"mhmm yes, y-yes" I choke on my words from the intense tension in the room. My hands move over his clothed chest, feeling goosebumps over his chest while Harry's mouth stirs to kiss along my jaw to my neck; it makes me whimper when he suctions his mouth against the base of my neck, swirling his tongue against it.