Painted Lady {h.s}

sex on fire *

★LORELAI★

May 28th

1997

"Harry?" I speak breathlessly, his presence surprising me.

After I slipped my note under his door, I fled back to my room. I was certain he'd be asleep and thought I would have a chance to recoup after the emotional rollercoaster of this morning, but no, he's awake.

He's awake and he's standing in front of me.

His eyes are glossy with emotions, mirroring my own. They carry so many thoughts and feelings in them, his eye contact not faltering one bit. His body language looks relieved but also extremely high strung, if that makes sense. He looks eager but calm.

His eyes dart around my room in search of something, eventually landing back on me.

"He's gone," I whisper, hoping he understands what I mean.

"Gone, gone?" He questions.

"Gone, gone." I assure, a small smile slowly creeping its way onto my face.

A mirrored smile grows on Harry's face, and I know it sounds horrible that we are smiling over this fact, but I think we both know that there's a deeper meaning to it all. I'll give myself a chance to be sad after I finally let myself be truly happy.

Suddenly, and without any warning whatsoever, Harry's lips are on mine.

He kisses me feverishly, his hands grasping the sides of my face firmly. I take a large inhale through my nose in surprise. He, quite literally, took my breath away. Our lips stay still against one another, basking in the familiar feeling we had both been missing so desperately.

He pulls back slowly, a shy smile resting on his lips. "Sorry... I don't really know why I did that," He mutters shamefully, but his face tells me that he doesn't regret it.

I lean onto the tip of my toes, pulling Harry's face to mine.

I kiss him again, slower this time. He melts into my touch, his hands wrapping around my waist and pulling my body into him. Smiles grow on both of our faces until our teeth are kissing.

He uses his weight to slowly push me backwards, further into my room. I laugh into his lips as he shuts the door behind us with his leg. I stumble a bit as he continues to push me backwards, walking us towards my bed.

The back of my knees hit the edge of my bed and I shriek as I fall onto the mattress. Harry's body lays on top of mine, his lips grazing over mine delicately.

He pulls back, leaning on his forearms to hover over my body. He stares at me with a dazed expression, his eyes staring so deeply into my own that I'm afraid he can read my thoughts. A cheesy smile grows on his lips, his dimples appearing on his cheeks. It's an infectious smile, one that my muscles deem impossible not to reciprocate.

"What?" I question, laughing breathily.

"This just isn't what I thought I'd be doing today," He smiles as he speaks.

"The world works in mysterious ways," I mutter, attempting to lean in and kiss him once again, but he pulls back. "Why?" I groan sarcastically, my head falling back onto my pillow dramatically.

He laughs as he speaks, "It's just crazy... I thought it was all completely one sided."

"Wow... Yeah, crazy." I rush my words out, trying once again to lean in.

He backs away again, at this point annoying me. "I thought I'd never get to do this again," He whispers sweetly.

"You won't ever get to, if you don't kiss me right now."