Two Ghosts [h.s]

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It's Christmas and Harry's baking cookies.

I went out yesterday to shop for everyone's presents and Harry thought he could come with me. When I broke the news to him he sulked and when I tried to kiss him he continued to stare at me hardly.

He thinks he's so tuff.

When I went out the door by myself I didn't make one foot out the door before I was carried back. Carrying me completely weightless he set me on the ground and pinned me to the wall so I couldn't move.

"Hey there." I wink up at him. My hand rests on his sweater, pulling him closer. He stares down at me hardly. "I'm just trying to go buy presents. Nothin else." 

"No." 

"But Harry..." I pulled him closer, "please." My lips graze over his, "let me go get you something. Something special. Don't you want that?"

"No." He says a little softer. 

"What if I changed your mind? I'll be nice..." I simply peck his lips. "Wanna have fun?" 

"My answer's still no." His hands reach for my wrists, pulling them away so he can cup my jaw. "This isn't working, darling-"

"You look good today." I wiggle my eyebrows. "Very pretty." 

"You don't look too bad yourself." 

"Christmas keeps me young." I tilt my head. "Do you know the one thing Christmas involves?" I lean forward, "shopping-" 

"Not a chance." 

I pout my lips. "Please... Harry." My hands grab his own, peeling them away as I lead them to wrap around my waist. I wrap my arms around his neck instead and he pulls me closer. 

"No-"

"Do you know what I think about sometimes?" I whisper as he locks eyes with me."I think about those car races and what would happen if we fucked in one... We played around last time but all I can think about is the windows fogging-" He stares more intensely as our lips rest over another. He pulls me tighter against him. "-My hand on the window as I cry out," I smile, "the way you would look, the way you'd push me down with your hands on my hips-"

"Violet-"

"Wouldn't that be fun?" 

He stares at my lips, leaning forward to kiss me but I lean back. He only grunts, pulling me closer. "Kiss me-" 

"Let me go shop."

"You're a horny little shit." He smiles. "It's not working." 

I groan. My head leans back as he pulls to whisper in my ear. 

"But I know that fantasy came from somewhere. I'll make it happen sooner than you think." With a kiss on my cheek, he pulls away, placing me right back on the wall. "You got any more things up your sleeve?" 

I glare at him.

The glare wasn't even for his pleasure, it came from a genuine part of my soul. 

He chuckles and raises his eyebrows, watching me in admiration. 

I tilt my head. "Would rock, paper, scissors work?" 

I tried to flirt.

I tried my hardest. 

After trying to tell him I wasn't going to get shot or abducted he ended up calling Niall.