"Harry."
Silence.
"Harry."
More silence.
Luz rolled her eyes and blew a stray piece of hair out of her face. Straddling Harry's waist on their shared hotel bed, she shook his shoulders with both hands. "Harry. Wake. Up."
"Huh? Oh hi." Harry slowly blinked his eyes open to find his wife sitting on top of him.
His wife. Even though he had proposed, and even though he was there standing in front of Luz to put the ring on her finger as they exchanged vows, Harry still couldn't quite believe that they were married.
Seeing the way she was sitting on him, he grinned, his hands reaching up and underneath her shirt to lazily trace patterns along her back. Harry's grin deepened when he felt goosebumps rise along Luz's spine.
Luz tried to stay on task and remember why she had been trying to wake Harry before the sun rose in the first place, but with the way he was looking at her and how one of his hands took one of hers and brought it to his mouth and began kissing along her palm and down her wrist, she could hardly think straight. She felt herself lean down almost involuntarily, pressing her lips to his. Harry hummed happily as he kissed her, no longer tired or curious as to why Luz had decided to wake him up when it was still dark outside. He was quick to slip Luz's shirt up and off of her, flipping them over so that she was against the bed and he hovered over her. Luz whimpered quietly against Harry's lips as he pushed her deeper against the mattress, his tongue tangling with hers as his hand brought her leg up to wrap around her waist, grinding against her to let her know just how awake he was now.
"We were supposed to go watch the sunrise," Luz pouted a while later. She was sitting on top of the ridiculously large marble bathroom counter in their ridiculously large hotel bathroom. Luz had told Harry multiple times that she was more than comfortable staying somewhere less extravagant, but he insisted, never one to shy away from his love for the finer things in life; that and the hotel they were staying at had a fantastic security team, something Harry was interested when he helped Luz plan their honeymoon.
Harry stepped out from behind the foggy glass shower doors, a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair extra curly from the steam. "I'm sorry. Tomorrow maybe?"
"I doubt it," Luz huffed. "We'll just end up back where we started this morning."
"Is that such a bad thing?" Harry asked her, leaning both of his hands on either side of her. "You." A kiss to her jaw. "Me." Her cheekbone. "Hours and hours to ourselves with absolutely nowhere else to be." He kissed her lips this time, and he could taste the minty flavor of her toothpaste on her tongue.
Luz brought her hands up to wrap around Harry's neck and pull him even closer, her calves brushing the spot where towel met skin on Harry's waist as she circled them around his middle. She felt his hands move underneath her coverup, cold to the touch from leaning against the marble countertop. Her feet began to push his towel down, but Harry pulled away from her with a final kiss before she got the chance.
"Now, I know I'm absolutely irresistible, but I've made plans for us this afternoon," Harry said, helping Luz off the counter. Luz's mouth widened in surprise, but Harry just kissed the top of her head and left the bathroom to get ready for their day. "And make sure you wear something you feel comfortable hiking in," he said over his shoulder.
She shook her head in disbelief at his antics, though this far into her relationship with Harry, Luz supposed she shouldn't have underestimated his playful side.
"What? You mean you couldn't find someone to carry us on gold couches wherever we're going?" Luz asked him teasingly as she followed Harry into the main area of their suite.
