The Con Artist (completed)

Part 6*

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The morning came too early. You were stiff when you woke up on Harry's chest. He had his mouth wide open and he was deep asleep when you heard his cell phone alarm going off. It took him a moment before he started to stir under you and he began to move slowly but then when he realized the weight on top of him was you he put his arm around your back to hold you in place as he leaned over to pick up his cell phone and turn off the alarm.

4:15 am.

You groaned and pushed your face back into his neck and his arm tightened around you. It made you feel warm, and not just because of his body heat.

"Time to get up sleepy girl," Harry's soft, tired voice vibrated against your ear.

You turned your head so you could make out the outline of his face in the dark, "I know. Just five minutes like this," you pushed your nose to his jaw, and Harry turned his face toward you, connecting his lips to yours.

At first, it was a sweet and innocent tired little kiss. It wasn't meant to be anything more. But then he lazily opened his mouth and closed his lips over yours again and you returned the lazy open-mouthed kiss. And then another little lazy, tired kiss, opening your mouth and slotting your lips into his. And then Harry returned that one in kind.

You adjusted yourself on him, pulling yourself upward to plant your lips more solidly to his, and then Harry's hand on your back snuck under your t-shirt and curved up your spine and his slow kisses and pecks continued their sleepy movements but with the smallest bit of tongue. You responded by poking your own tongue out, gently swiping over his bottom lip before closing your mouth around the lip you'd just wetted.

Harry shifted under you his other hand moved down to your thigh and he pulled at it, making your legs open the slightest and aligning your hips together.

The slow and sleepy, slightly wet kisses turned into the kind of kissing that wasn't innocent at all. It was still tired and languid, but it was hot and grew wetter when you both began to use more of your tongues and you felt Harry's prick fill up the space in his sweatpants under your groin.

Harry brought his hands up to your face and pushed you back from him gently, "We gotta stop. Your mom's rules were clear and we're right in the open here," he pecked at your lips again and sighed.

You smiled into the dark, knowing he was unable to see your expression, and you brought your hands up to his jaw, "You started it."

Harry chuckled and rocked his hips upward and you gasped with a breathy laugh.

"Up," he spoke as he shifted again and pushed at you.

You slowly slid off of him, putting your hands on his chest to push yourself up. Harry kept his hands on your hips and helped you move off of him. When you stood up you stretched your arms overhead and Harry sat up and rubbed his hands over his face.

You pointed at his crotch, "Got quite a tent there big guy," you whispered and Harry grabbed the hand you had pointed at him and pulled you down to his lap.

"Stop teasing me and it'll go away," you felt his hands slip up under your t-shirt again.

"Stop pulling me onto your lap and being so desperate for my attention," you chuckled and Harry tensed his fingers over your ribs in a warning which had you pushing yourself off of him quickly again with a laugh. You weren't ready for early morning tickles.

Before you left you hugged your mother goodbye and she waived you two off. Harry followed behind you in his car. You would have much preferred to be in the same car with him but you needed your own car in LA. LA's not the kind of city where you can just hoof it everywhere easily.