Just a Taste // HS Blurbs

italy

Italy was their getaway.

Harry had been excited to show his lover his favorite getaway place, knowing she would fit in perfectly. His villa was private, he paid good money to keep it that way, and the small town it was tucked away in on the coast was his favorite escape. Learning Italian had been something he was working on and he knew she had a soft spot for when he spoke it. Their time there was magic, he swore it.

There was a freedom he didn't feel anywhere else. Sleeping with the balcony doors open and waking up to the warm breeze drifting over his skin, covered in absolutely nothing but the thin sheet he tucked them under when the breeze was a bit too chilly to ignore. Eyes peeling open, he observed the billowing white curtains and the sounds of the water not too far away, the birds chirping and the sun pouring in and lighting up the blue and white tile floor. It was completely and utterly calm, soothing.

His eyes drifted to his lover, asleep on the pillow next to him. Her hand resting on his chest as she slept, her lashes brushing her cheeks as she slept soundly. Feeling safe and comfortable, that vulnerability only available when she was asleep like this that he savored. Her skin was glowing from the sunlight, illuminating her like a goddess from behind. Backlight with just a few beams lighting up her face. His true angel.

Her lips were swollen and opened slightly, showing last nights activities all over her. Her hair was messy, Laid out on the pillow under her as Theyd been too tired to go through their highly routine after getting late night gelato and running home in a surprise rain storm. Theyd been soaked to the bone as they laughed, walking home as they let the rain wash them clean. Inside, Theyd stripped naked immediately and Harry's grabby, greedy hands couldn't help themselves.

It had been what seemed like hours as they made love with the rain pounding the roof, the balcony doors still open so the sound leaked inside of the house. Their wet bodies clinging to each other as he drove into her, love filling both of them as they messily made love. Clumsy kisses, giggles being interrupted by throaty moans, hands exploring and beads of rain dripping from Harry's hair down to her chest which he promptly licked up. It was tender, sweet, passionate, and the epitome of what he believed it was like to make love.

Evidence of their passion littered both of their bodies, but Harry was in awe of the bites he left on her neck and her chest which was exposed to him. How good it looked to have his marks of passion branding her. It was surprising how much it pleased him to know that anyone who looked would be well aware of the way she got those, that she was taken, and perhaps by who. A new possessive behavior he hasn't ever experienced in his life.

Y/N was always different for him. These differences were ones he found that he never wanted to stop discovering.

His fingers lifted up, gently running over the apple of her cheek. So warm and soft, he nearly cooed when she subconsciously nuzzled into his touch. Tracing her features was something he was exploring now. Dragging his thumb over her brow, the tip of his index finger over the bridge of her nose. Tracing her jawline and thumbing over her swollen bottom lip, he was truly shaken by the fact that she was his.

Somehow, she managed to leave her mark on his getaway. Italy was going to be sprinkled with her any time he went. Any time he heard Domenico Modugno, he had coffee gelato, saw yellow gingham sundresses and floppy sun hats, tiny espresso cups, she would come to his head. But that seemed to be a reoccurring theme to him. His whole life was turning into hers as well.

He didn't have a problem with that.

Feeling her begin to stir, he smiled and leaned into her, pressing her face with slow, soft kisses all over. Her warm skin being tickled by his slightly dry lips making her hum as she slowly woke up, hand draping around his neck and pulling him further into her lazily. The cool spots where the evidence of his kisses left made her shiver, but it was the most heavenly way to wake up.

"Mm... good morning." She whispered in the ever so sexy morning voice that had Harry going warm all over. Her fingers scratched lightly over the back of his neck, causing his skin to break with goosebumps. It was the perfect spot, and he moaned happily as he pushed himself up slightly.

"Ciao, Bella." Was he milking it? Yes. But her giggle and the smile that lit up her sleepy face was too good to not try and get at any point possible. "Good morning, sweet girl." He pecked her lips in a greeting. "What do you want to do today, hm? We can go on the boats.... Swim in the pool... go into town and go to that art store you likes..." he spoke lazily, her fingers tracking random shapes on his chest distracting him a bit. "S'up to you. We did what I wanted yesterday." Realistically he had shown her around, but. It was her turn now that she had seen.

"Hm... breakfast on the balcony... and then town. But right now, I have a request." She looked up at him through her lashes. "Kiss me again. Once is a very weak staring point, lovely man."

He loved Italy. And he was beginning to think he loved her more.