Two Ghosts [h.s]

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After washing us both clean he leads us out of the shower. Taking a towel and drying my whole body he runs over each crevice slowly.

He knew what he was doing.

After drying himself he wraps my body in a towel and the same with his lower half. 

"I'll be right back." He kisses my forehead before dipping into his room and returning with a black graphic shirt for me to wear.

Placing it over my head and ushering my arms through he smirks. 

"Might have to make a rule in this house."

"A rule about what?" I ask curiously but a new pair of my panties lay in his hand as he bends down looking up at me with a new glow in his eyes.

Stepping into the pink lace with my hands on his shoulders he drags the fabric up my body ever so slowly. Pining it to my hips he removes his hands letting the shirt fall to cover my thighs.

The glow in his eyes makes me wonder just how much he's been waiting for this moment.

Cupping my jaw he leans in placing our lips together. Humming sweetly into my lips he pulls away placing a pair of shorts and a white shirt on himself.

"That anytime you're in this house you have to wear my shirt." He shrugs, "Maybe underwear included." Smiling I turn to the door with hot cheeks to hang up the towel. 

Stepping on my tippy toes the shirt rides up exposing my bum and I feel Harry's hot breath from behind. Gripping my hips and pulling me into him I feel his once again hard bulge on my skin.

Really can't last 5 minutes?

Can't say I hate having this effect on him. 

"You're going to be the death of me you know?" His palm runs over my ass and I drop my hands letting the shirt fall with a snicker.

"Is this how its going to be from now on?" I tease hoping in fact it will and I start to walk out the door.

"Oh, Baby." He whispers, pulling me sharply into his chest and brushing my hair to the side. I gasp. "I'm just getting started with you." Pressing a kiss to my cheek I manage to pull myself away but as my foot steps out the door I feel a hand come down to my ass. 

I turn abruptly to a smirking Harry who raises his hands up in surrender. Letting my jaw drop I walk away laughing to myself.

Yawning I make my way towards his bed when tiredness suddenly hits me. Combining back the sheets I crawl inside letting the softness of the mattress fill my senses. I wrap my body like a taco and light chuckles fill the room.

My eyes can barely stay open as I feel the bed dip. A warm pair of hands wrap around my waist tugging me closer. "You tired, baby?" his thumb rubs my cheek delicately. 

"Yeah." I hum and Harry presses a kiss to my sleeping lips. I kiss back right away and he dives deeper. Pressing my hands to his chest he takes my thigh and pulls it on his body guiding me to his front.

As our lips slide over another his hand cups my jaw, pulling me closer. "I want you to kiss me until I'm sick of it." He mumbles as I smile, "and that will be when I die." 

He pulls away, wiping my lip with his thumb as I smile. "Then kiss me again." 

Letting out a breath he grunts before placing our lips softly together. We kiss for sometime as our bodies mould into another, our lips creating soft noises that I get lost in. 

With his hand on my jaw he pulls away and I snuggle into his neck. He places several kisses down my skin and his hands wrap around my waist rubbing over my ass occasionally. With his warm touches and breathing in my ear, I fall asleep to his fingers in my hair.