Dirty Harry Imagine:
You two are walking on the beach. You're heading back to your beach house. Harry is holding your hand.
Harry: I love you (y/n). I know I tell you that all the time. But I I can't help it. You're just so special. You:Awe, I love you too!
You both slow your walking and eventually come to a stop. He leans into you, pulling your hair back behind your ear. He kisses you passoinately. You get into a rhythm. The kiss lasts over a minute. You don't want it to end, but you both need to come up for air. Harry picks you up bridal style.
You: *giggling* What are you doing? Harry: *Whispers in your ear* I'm about to get down and dirty. You: Let's do it.
Harry carries you all the way back to the beach house. He sets you down in the grass in the front yard, instead of taking you into the house. He slowly walks over to a mud puddle.
You: Uh, Harry. What are you doing?
Harry: I'M GETTING DOWN AND DIRTY!!! He screams as he takes a handful of mud and flings it at you.
