Sugar (Harry Styles)

12.

Daphne loved kissing. She thought it was much more erotic than any sexual act you could think of. She loved the way you could change the pace, the meaning of each kiss as each moment rolled by. You could kiss with just your lips, but you could also use your teeth and your tongue. You could say so much with so little. 

She was a master kisser. It didn’t help that she also was the daughter of Aphrodite and her touches and kiss seemed to send people into a drunken stupor. Harry seemed to keep up better than most men she had kissed. Daphne liked it when he would finally let go and get swept away in her, his hands wandering her body and his kisses become more fevered. They moved over all parts of the couch, changing positions. First Daphne was above him, controlling every kiss and touch, and then Harry flipped her over covering her smaller form. Harry didn’t care was position they ended up in, as long as his lips were touching her skin. Though he did admit that his favorite was the last position they were in. Harry was sitting up on the couch with Daphne straddling his lap. He liked her there because he could touch her body, her thighs, her hips, her arms.

Their kisses and touches created a soft musical in Harry’s living room. Their breathes acting as guitars, their hearts as the drums, and the soft sound of skin against skin as the vocal track that covered all of their movements. Harry wanted to hear this song every day, every night, at every moment. He would play it on repeat in his head from that day forward, he knew it.

Harry was having a hard time catching his breath as Daphne slowed her movements, her hands dragging through his hair and holding on at the base of his neck as she pressed her chest to his, allowing her to feel their pounding hearts.

“Steady, darling.” Daphne breathed as she gently brushed her nose against his cheek.

Harry titled his head back and closed his eyes as he took hearty breathes in and out, trying to control his urges. It was difficult when there was such a beautiful creature covering you with her love. Harry’s hands rested on Daphne’s hips, his thumbs tracing the small bit of skin he had found under her shirt that was available to him. He was surprised that both of them had been able to keep their clothes on, but truth be told if Harry could get her out of them he probably would’ve done it. He just knew that he didn’t want to take advantage of Daphne, especially after the earlier events.

“Can I stay here tonight?” Daphne asked as she settled herself into Harry’s lap her fingers pulling on a few of the necklaces he wore around his neck. “I feel safe here.”

Harry’s face pulled into a smile and his hands rubbed over the band of her jeans. He loved her question but her statement after was what made his heart soar.

“Absolutely,” Harry replied as he lifted his head and looked at Daphne who was playing with the silver trinkets around his neck. “I wouldn’t want you to go home anyway. It’s too late.” He looked at the clock and it was indeed late.

“Come on, I’ll get you some clothes. You can take my bed. I’ll sleep here.” He said as he referenced the couch they were sitting on.

“Oh darling, I’m not taking your bed.” She told him as she twisted one of the chains around her finger. Harry watched and felt like he was the chain, following each of Daphne’s requests. “Not unless you’re staying in it with me.” She said in a lower register.

Harry gulped and Daphne laughed softly as she saw his Adam’s apple bob up and down under his skin.

“You’re such a minx,” Harry breathed as he leaned forward to kiss Daphne’s cheek. “I’m sure you’re trying to seduce me.” He let out a chuckle and patted his hands against her bottom.

“Oh no,” Daphne said with a smirk, “No need to seduce you. You’re already mine.”

Harry chuckled and quickly nipped his teeth against her neck, causing her to squeal and wiggle on his lap. He had nothing to say in response to that, it was true. He would give all of himself to her if it was what she wanted.