crescent [h.s]

50

Aurora Styles

"Hey baby!" I shout from my studio as I hear the front door slam shut, hearing racing feet sprinting up the stairs, turning round from the window to see a head peek into my studio, that head wearing big sunglasses and messy hair that's clearly been played with.

He grins and runs over to me, making me jump as he lifts me from behind, lifting me off the floor and spinning me around in the middle of the room, a loud laugh of surprise filling the room as my paintbrush clatters to the floor and my hands hold onto his wrists for stability.

He places me back down on the floor a minute later, chuckling into my ear as my hands squeeze his shoulders, eyes closed as I whine, "You prick, now I'm all dizzy."

A cackle leaves him as he hugs me tight, holding me steady, "So sorry, beautiful. Just wanted to sweep you off your feet so to speak."

I shake my head as I open my eyes again, vision now settled, "Oh god, that was bad."

He doesn't look like he cares one bit, just nodding slowly, his tongue running over his teeth, a single bite on a piece of gum resting in his molars, "If I promise to never make a joke like that again, d'you think I could get a kiss?"

I raise my brows and hold my finger out to press against his lips, keeping him back for a second, "Think I could get that promise in writing first?"

His hands slide back up my body from my hips, cupping my face and shaking his head, inching closer to me slowly, "Nope. Just gotta trust me."

I hum, slowly bringing my face closer to his, my lips brushing his as I purposely tease him, "I think I can do that."

He smiles, my stomach fluttering as he presses the tiniest kiss to my bottom lip, fingers venturing into my hair to gently tug and lightly scratch the base of my head, it feeling the most sensual a head scratch ever has, "Good, love to hear it."

I smile at him before shutting my eyes and finally kissing him, pressing my lips to his and savouring the feeling before the kiss deepens, under whose control, I'm not sure.

He tilts my head back, my face still trapped in his hands as he continues holding me steady, not having let go yet.

We separate with some final pecks, Harry chewing his gum as he says, "Dove wants us both to collect her today, I'm thinking of working in my office as you continue your painting, maybe we can both finish a little early and go get dinner out? Maybe head to the beach and eat it on the sand? Celebrate her first day back?"

I nod and kiss his lips again, loving the feeling of his lips pressed against mine, loving the feeling of being close, "Can we get sushi? I've been craving it since last night."

He grins, "You wanna eat fish right by the home of the fish? That's harsh beautiful, didn't know you had it in you."

I swat his chest and walk over to my cabinet of supplies, turning the key that's kept in the lock to grab the child-locked capped bottle of turpentine, about to mix it with a new paint shade I mixed right before Harry got home.

I catch his eyes as I walk past him, pushing the window open further as I unscrew the bottle and add what I need to the oil paints, "Okay Mr Smart-ass, go edit or sharpen or... I don't know, whatever the fuck you do to your photos before you send them off."

I sense him standing behind me as I screw the cap back on, and as soon as the bottle is placed on a countertop, he hugs me from behind, putting his chin on my shoulder and hands on the tops of my painting leggings, which are really just an older pair of black workout leggings, snapping the band against my skin and kissing my cheek, "Editing, yes. And fine, I guess. I'll go banish myself to my office."