He was staring at her in a way no one had in her entire life. She couldn't read anything in his eyes - not surprise, not fear, not malicious intent - nothing.
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At Silver Wolf Preserve National Forest, hikers...
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It took Y/N a moment to figure out what wasn't adding up when she blinked her eyes awake in the middle of the night. She could only assume it was the middle of the night because the room was dark, and she would've checked her phone but something was immobilizing her, and that something was the large man sleeping with his heavy arm draped across her midsection. She tried wiggling a bit but he didn't budge in the slightest. His nose was buried in the crook of her neck and he was holding her flush to his torso.
Looking at the window, Y/N could distinguish that the sun was just about to rise. She had no desire to wake up early since she had her day off, especially when she was wrapped up in Harry's arms like that.
She had been pretty drowsy going to bed to realize, but yet again, she'd fallen asleep in record time in his company. This was so unusual for her. It took her weeks, months even to get accustomed to sleeping next to someone new, but with him- she couldn't even remember falling asleep as soundly on her own.
Harry grunted in his sleep and shifted a bit against her, pulling her body even closer to his if that was even possible and it dawned on her exactly what had woken her up. He was pressing his very evident morning wood into her thigh and even rutting a bit against it in his sleep.
She listened intently to make sure he wasn't actually awake and trying to get her attention somehow- no, Harry was asleep, she was certain.
Since going back to sleep was near impossible with that... melee weapon poking at her, Y/N smiled to herself, deciding to take matters into her own hands. Literally.
She tried turning in his arms but he just tightened his hold on her; but slowly, carefully she managed to face him, lying on her side, his arm over her waist still in place. She took in the sight of him in his sleep, as much as she could make out in the semi-darkness. Her eyes were getting accustomed to the dark and the more she looked at him, the more she could make out of his features. That scowl he always seemed to sport was everpresent, even in his sleep- or was it just that he was dreaming something in particular? She could feel his fingers on her hipbone twitching from time to time, and then there was that low grunt again, that had him bury the side of his face into his pillow, in lieu of the crook of her neck.
Y/N couldn't believe he was right there with her, and that she was watching him in his sleep. He was mouthwateringly gorgeous. The blanket was hanging low on his waist and with the distance she'd put between them whilst turning around, she knew his aching cock was right there, within arm's reach.
She deliberated it, wondering if he'd be opposed to it. He hadn't let her touch him after their date, but then he told her through texts that he'd let her thank him all she wanted when they next saw each other- and if that wasn't consent she didn't know what was. She had it in writing and everything.
She bit her lower lip, hoping her intuition wasn't leading her astray, and reached out to touch him under the cover. When her hand came into contact with the warm, velvety smoothness of his cock she felt her mouth fall agape. Somehow, the fact that she couldn't really see what she was doing was heightening her tactile sense, and when she wrapped her hand around him and squeezed the slightest bit she realized he must've been full mast, he was hard as steel. Her small hand was barely encompassing his girth and that made her wet her lips, which prompted her to remove her hand briefly and lick it thoroughly before she wrapped it around him again.
