Fool's Gold [Completed]

11: Ride

I'm not sure why I didn't kiss him back right away. I think it was mostly out of shock. Part of me was wondering if this was an incredibly realistic dream, that I'd wake up in my bed back home to discover the past few days had all been an elaborate fantasy of my subconscious, but I knew that wasn't the case when I noticed the loss of contact almost immediately. He pulled away, half-lidded eyes looking down at me and searching for any kind of reaction aside from my wide-eyed stare, barely any space between us. I could still feel his warm breath across my skin and it pulled me closer, wanting to feel his touch again.

"I..." I began, but I didn't know what I was even attempting to say. My head was so full of thoughts that I couldn't make heads or tails of, so what could I use to form a proper thought? Rather than saying anything, I reached my hands out and curled my fingers around his lapels, stood on the tips of my toes, and brought our lips back together in another kiss, this one deeper than the first.

This time, I knew it was real. The way his lips worked against mine and the soft mewl that escaped him, I could hardly contain myself. I wanted to be closer, I wanted to feel his body pressed against mine again like it had been while we were dancing, but the elevator ding rang out when we reached our floor and forced us apart once more.

We stood there for a few moments, just staring at each other and taking in deep, unsure breaths. I knew this was wrong. By the looks of it, he did too. But we'd already crossed a line and now we had a crucial decision to make on where this would go.

When I first met Harry, I didn't want it to end up here. I didn't want to be the other woman in this crazy, messed up story. But this whole trip, everything we'd done, all the people I had met that played important roles in his life, and all that we'd shared with one another, it felt like it was meant to be this way -- like we were meant to end up here. Here we were, two broken souls that had found one another in such an unexpected way, wanting so badly to love and be loved that nothing else seemed to matter.

"We should..." My voice trailed off, unable to finish my thought aloud. The elevator doors being wide open behind him reminded me of our surroundings and I didn't want to hold it up or end up being taken to other floors.

He nodded a bit, quickly, and muttered a soft "Yeah," before stepping backwards and out of the elevator, grabbing onto my hand and leading me down the hall towards our room. It was hard to keep up with his long strides, but soon enough we were tucked away in our room with all of the privacy we needed. For what, I wasn't sure yet.

His hands made their way to my hips once the door had closed and he pulled my body flush against his, giving them a squeeze as his lips pressed into mine again. I eagerly returned it and unconsciously I found myself pushing his jacket off his shoulders in a half-hearted effort at undressing him. Before I could stop myself, his hands moved from my waist and he slipped the article off the rest of the way, letting it fall to the floor.

Things picked up rapidly once that first piece was gone. Our kiss deepened even more and I took his bottom lip between my teeth and tugged gently, drawing a low groan from him, all while my fingers swiftly and expertly undid the buttons of his shirt. At the same time I could feel his own gripping onto the zipper that held my dress together and tugging it down, the tension on the fabric around my torso slacking. He pulled the straps off my shoulders and the dress pooled around my feet on the floor, leaving me standing in only my panties as the dress hadn't allowed for me to wear a bra with the low cut in the back. The chilled air of the room hit my exposed skin and goosebumps prickled across it, but his roaming hands pulling me closer helped to push the cold away.

I managed to remove his shirt and I tossed it off in a random direction. Though I immediately went to focus on his belt, my movements were halted by him lifting me off the ground, hands gripping tightly at my thigh just beneath my rear end and the small of my back to hold me up against his chest. Instinctively, my legs wrapped around his waist and my hands tangled into his hair, our lip lock only continuing as he carried me towards the bed.