The Encounter |H.S|

57*

I'm pretty sure most of you know what the * means, this chapter contains sexual content!

I stand by Harry's door, waiting for him to leave since he said he wanted to go over to my house. I was planning on leaving as soon as possible, but he asked me to wait a little bit since it wouldn't take him long to be ready.

He had told me that the meeting was way calmer than he thought it'd be, and even though Charlotte was supposed to be there she left halfway through it which was quite unexpected for Harry. But after that, he seemed to be in a great mood.

Knocking once again on his door, I impatiently look at the clock on the wall and roll my eyes as I notice that ten minutes have gone by. "Harry, I want to go home!"

He opens the door, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me inside with a laugh escaping his lips before closing the door behind us. "We're leaving earlier than usual, relax."

"Yes, but I can't wait to go back home," I mutter, his lips grazing the skin of my neck before he raises his head only to raise an eyebrow at me.

I snicker at his face, pressing my lips against his as he walks forward, causing me to nearly trip and he laughs against my lips before I feel the surface of his desk on my back. 

His hands move to the back of my thighs, sitting me on top of his desk and I let out a breath as he grips my thighs in his hands, moving my hands to his curls.

I could feel myself falling apart in his hold as he hums against my lips when I tug his hair lightly, feeling his hands roaming my body slowly and I wrap one of my legs around his waist.

His lips are warm and soft and they part slightly, allowing my tongue to slip inside while his hands move to my blouse, unbuttoning it a bit too harshly. "Evelyn."

I break away from him, my chest heaving up and down as he stares at me with a serious look in his eyes as I raise my eyebrows. "Do you really want to do this?"

I've been wanting to for a while now, it's not very romantic for a first time after we got back together, but after everything we've been through I feel like that's the last thing I should care about right now. 

I trust him, more than I did a long time ago and I feel comfortable around him again. I feel like I can be intimate with him again.

"Yes, Harry." 

He kisses me again, gently. Moving one hand to cup my cheek and the other to my hip to pull me closer and I sigh contently while setting my hands on his chest.

I take his loosened tie in my hand and put it on the surface of the desk next to me while Harry manages to unbutton my blouse completely and shrugs it off my body before throwing it away from us.

His lips land on the skin between my breasts, leaving a trail of kisses up to my jaw while my hands move to his belt, but he immediately grabs them. "In a rush?"

"Harry…"

"Yes, ma chérie?" He smirks, unbuckling his belt like I attempted to do just seconds ago and I arch an eyebrow at him, crossing my arms over my chest as he does so while he looks attentively at me.

"Hurry up, we aren't leaving that earlier." I grab his curls, pulling him closer to me while he shakes his head, unbuttoning his dress shirt agonisingly slow with a smirk on his lips before pressing them against mine quickly.

"We're leaving one hour early baby, we have plenty of time." He hums, finally putting away his shirt before walking towards the door and locking it with a smirk. That fucking smirk.