Just a Taste // HS Blurbs

kiss in the kitchen

"No, you aren't escaping this time." His playful growl rung through the kitchen after her squeals, pulling her back with his wet hands. Doing the dishes together was domestic... therapeutic, even. It felt home like and the pass and dry method worked wonders for them both, music from the 'black and white film' playlist crooned in the background as they settled in their beautiful, comfortable silence.

At least it had been, until Y/N whipped Harry in the ass with the drying towel.

A bad calculation on his part. Their running spanking war had been playful and fun, but somehow he always managed to grab her and her her back! Never getting much of a chance to run, Harry's long legs always beat her. She hadn't managed to get but 4 steps away before she was pinned against the counter, a strong hand coming down on her ass to spank her.

"Ouch!" Her whine was child like as she pouted up at him, allowing him to shuffle her in his arms so her back was against the counter. "You did not have t'do it so hard. I barely snapped it on your peachy ass." She grumbled lowly, though there was that playful sparkle still in those eyes he loved so much.

"Won't apologize for it. You've been a little menace all day, n'it was about time you got it handed back to you." The amused look on his face only hammered in the fact that yes, she definitely had. Harry was very relaxed and lenient with her but he did always have the last laugh.

It was good that she loved him so much, or he would be even more infuriating.

"But... I think it's time." He grinned, the little dimple popping in his chin. She couldn't help herself, finger coming up to poke it and feel the divet in his skin. It only made him smile wider. The habit and her affection for them made him feel loved. Appreciated.

"Time for?" the question was silly, because she knew damn well. Fishing the phone from his pocket, he clicked the side to raise the volume of the music. The last song was ending and he waited for a moment to hear the beginning notes of the next song.

I want a Sunday kind of love...

Etta James' voice rang through their kitchen as he took her hand, pulling her into him with the other. Dropping his forehead against hers. "Time to dance, of course. It's Sunday... and I'm in love with you." His voice dropped to a whisper as it usually did in tender moments, her heart dropping to her belly as her cheeks heated up and the butterflies floated up.

It never failed to make her swoon. The romantic side of Harry that only she got to see. The kind that curated playlists just for their dishwashing and their days of the week. The one that craved her every touch and went out of his way for the tiniest brush of fingers and the knock of knees. He never failed to tell her that not only did he love her, but he was in love with her.

As if she could forget.

Lips brushed hers as he mumbled the lyrics, voice deep and soothing to her as one arm looped around his neck. "And I'd like to know it's more than love at first sight..." ending the soft lyric with a tender peck to her lips, swaying them lightly together as he enjoyed her presence. The moment. Domestic bliss.

She returned the pecks, tasting the wine he had paired with their dinner she had cooked with him. His body was warm against her and the cool summer breeze drifted through their open windows, making her press further against him. She didn't mind the socked feet, his hands still damp from the washing. This was all she ever needed.

"I love you." It was whispered against his mouth, feeling her smile grow as he slid his hand under her shirt and ran his fingers up her spine. It was like the universe sent them to one another knowing exactly what the other needed. The challenge and the compliment to each soul. "And I'm in love with you too."

It was an unspoken rule to always say it back. No matter how angry or tired or upset. They always said it back.

The kiss was firmer than before as he answered her reply, squeezing her hand in thanks. Petal soft lips and warm breath, a slight wine haze and complete love blanket over them. All he could feel and taste was her and his overwhelming love that bubbled in his throat before pulling back from the sweet kiss.

With her face tucked against his neck, she could feel the vibrations as he sang her favorite part.

"And my arms need someone

Someone to enfold

To keep me warm when Mondays and Tuesdays grow cold

Love for all my life to have and to hold

Oh and I want a Sunday kind of love"