Two Ghosts [h.s]

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Waking up with Harry's arms wrapped around my body he presses several kisses down my face. "Morning, baby."

Looking up at his frame, Harry looks wide awake resting on the headboard. Pressing his hands to my cheek he lifts my head to kiss me. Humming into his sweetness our lips continue to slide over each other.

"What's all this about?" I giggle into his parting lips.

"Always wanna be like this with you."

Pressing my hands to my tired eyes I wipe them away with a yawn. Blinking the blurriness in my eyes away, I smile slightly at Harry who brings his thumb under my eyes wiping them once more.

Frowning in embarrassment I press my hand to his chest leaning upwards and his hand brushes my hair behind my ear.

Looking out to the windows the warm sunlight pours down my skin and warms it to the touch. Looking at Harry his own eyes sparkle in the sunlight. Letting a giggle pass my lips I drop my weak body to the side of the bed. 

I roll over so my stomach is on the mattress. 

Wrapped in the sheets, his lips press to my back rubbing his hand up and down.

He leans forward and our warm skin presses against each other. Kissing down my back a shiver rakes through my body. 

When his hand slides over my back, under the sheets he palms my ass.

I press my hands to the bed rolling my body up slightly. "What do you think you're doing?" I laugh as he smirks, pulling his face right beside me he presses a playful kiss on my head.

"Just adoring my sweet girl."

Looking at him with a frown my heart beats out of my chest. "You're so sweet."

With a proud smirk, I watch him roll off the bed standing to his feet. Pulling on his briefs he walks to his dresser searching the contents.

With an exasperated huff, I press face down into the pillows. As my body slowly begins to wake up my brain sends a shock to my body realizing I'm in pain. "Ow," I mumble with each movement. "Hisegofuckingdick." I say into the pillow. "Donteverramintomeagain."

His dresser closes and when he turns to walk back to the bed he chuckles as I hug the pillow to my chest.

The bed dips as Harry crawls over to me shaking my back. "Let me clean you up, come on." Rolling me on my side he picks my body up bridal style to sit on the edge.

Scrunching my eyes shut in pain I bite my tongue to not cry out but his eyes cut to mine in worry.

Placing me on the edge, he takes out a Pink Floyd shirt and hooks it around my neck. Helping my arms through it, once I'm covered he kneels on the ground with his hands to my knees.

"Violet, what's wrong?" He whispers in complete worry.

"Well, you did rip my vagina last night." I giggle but he doesn't find it at all amusing. Snorting lightly he has to admit that was kind of funny.

"Darling, I'm fine." Rolling my eyes I lift my body to stand but once I'm upright from the bed my knees buckle in a hard shake and a small gasp leaves my lips in pain.

Shutting my eyes and falling to the ground, Harry's already standing and his hands are hooked around my waist.

"Okay, maybe not fine." 

"I think you need to just take it easy." Sitting back down on the edge slowly, I bite my tongue, physically feeling like I've been ripped apart.

Harry's back on his knees in front of me, cupping my cheek. Opening my eyes he looks beyond worried. "Im sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you -"