Vigilante | H.S.

83 | Forgiveness

Diana De Angelais

I couldn't say the last time I had enjoyed waking up just this much. The curtains were open, just in the slightest after Donut had tried to climb up them. A single ray of the early morning sun shone through the window, just enough to light up the room.

Our chests were pressed tight together, his arms were around the back of my neck, hugging me as I used his bicep as a pillow, and my arms were around his waist, holding him as close to me as possible. We were always so warm hidden away under the bedsheets together, a warmth that only he could give me, it was a strange feeling I only got when I was around him.

We had woken up only about five minutes ago, he was awake before me, and I had woken up to him whispering words that were too quiet to hear while he thought I was still asleep, and as soon as he noticed I was awake, he was kissing paths up my arm, along my neck and onto my cheeks.  He ran his fingers through my hair, and drew small circles into my shoulder with his thumb.

I kissed him softly as soon as I was awake, I couldn't help it. He was so pretty and his face was so close to mine. He had this look in his eyes, I couldn't even read the expression, but he looked really happy, and so at peace. We deserved that, peace and happiness together. It was gentle, he was gentle, so soft and sweet. I missed us. I missed the way we were so close, and after three weeks without him, there was nothing more in the world I wanted. I missed the way he touched me, kissed me, hugged me, fucked me.

He was smiling as we kissed, and I smiled too, so happy that I felt I had him back. It was like there was this unspoken tension between us for the past few weeks, frustration that we both just had to get out. I never expected to wake up last night and then get fucked to death in the shower, but I had not one single regret. Now I just got to let myself feel at peace in his arms, even if it was just for a little while until we had to get up.

I had this overwhelming urge to just get closer to him, my arms tightened around him in an attempt to pull him closer. Harry let out a long breath, tucking his face into the curve of my neck so he could press more gentle kisses on my skin.

My mouth fell open and I breathed out shakily when Harrys leg that was between mine moved a few inches higher, pressing right between my thighs. My thighs that were still sore from last night. He hummed into my neck when he heard the sound, and I felt the amused grin spread across his face.

I tangled my fingers into his hair to pull his head back from my neck so I could lean down and kiss his lips again. I really just wished we could stay like this forever, I wanted to kiss him forever. I wished the two of us could stay tangled up in bed, hidden away from the world for the rest of time. Because this was my safe place, he was my safe place. I felt like nothing could hurt us.

One of his hands slid down the side of my body where he held my thigh, and tugged my body closer to his at the same time he shifted his thigh forward, pressing himself right between my legs. There was an almost painful pressure between my thighs, and as soon as he pressed his thigh there my jaw fell open and I couldn't kiss him, instead my forehead fell against his and I took a second to catch my breath.

"Harry... " My voice was strained, tired from just waking up.

He hummed, kissing a path along my jaw at the same time he shifted his thigh again, grinding me against him, "Pretty girl, my daisy baby. I missed you so much."

I kissed him again, softly, cupping his face in my hand. But only a second later, Harry was turning his head to the side, holding his hand on top of mine that was resting on his cheek, keeping my hand there when he tilted his head to the side and pressed a kiss to my palm.

He ground his thigh against me again and I took in a sharp breath, my skin heated up at the same time. I knew he could feel it, he knew how easily he could have me breathless. His fingers drew patterns on my thighs, keeping me close to him when he began to slowly rock his thigh back and forth between my legs.