You should have known your little moment would be short lived. While you and Harry were getting it on in the kitchen you completely forgot that you were supposed to be grabbing more chips.
"Harry would you-"
Caitlin's voice caused you to break away and Harry turned. You tried to fix your clothing.
"I-I'm sorry. "
Caitlin looked away, shuffling out of the room.
You exchanged a look with Harry.
"At least it was Caitlin. I'm sure she won't-"
"I KNEW IT!! HARRY AND (Y/N) MAKING OUT IN THE KITCHEN!!"
Cisco's voice bellowed from the other room.
Harry looked completely unimpressed. He just took your hand, guiding you out into the living room. You smiled a bit bashfully as you walked past your friends.
"We're leaving." Harry stated.
"I bet you are, have fun, big guy." Cisco teased.
You just give an awkward wave, as Harry whisks you away.
Harry hadn't really wasted a moment. He opened a breach and you both jumped through, coming out on the other side, right in front of your door. The breach closed behind you, and you moved in front of him, opening the door hurriedly. Harry smiled. The door opened and you basically tugged him inside. He stumbled with a laugh as you both rejoined for a kiss.
The door slammed shut, and his back hit it with a soft thud. He released an appreciative sound at the collision and he doesn't part, even when he starts pushing his jacket off. It drops to the floor and his hands reach for your thighs.
You jump as he lifts you off the ground, securing your legs around his hips. The minute you move to take a breath, he slides his glasses off, chugging them in a random direction as his lips venture new territory on your neck.
The heat of it is so much.
"H.Harry.."
You whimper.
He nods, returning to your lips. Your fingers immediately slid into his hair, gripping, tugging. He appreciated the sensations that travel.
Encourages the action.
His tongue is the definition of sin.
Your body trembles at each stroke.
A louder moan escapes when his hips thrust forward. The friction is all too much and too little.
"Bed..room.."
You manage to gasp out.
He nods eagerly, taking you down the hall without another word.
~
The team shouldn't be surprised when they don't hear back from you. You wake sometime later that morning to the feel of Harry's dark hair tickling your chin. When you open your eyes you smile, because his face is slightly tucked into your chest. You're a cuddler, so you must have grabbed him after your little activities and he simply relented to the hold.
Your fingers glide through his hair and you take in the relaxed expression on his face. So often he seems plagued by worry, or that protectiveness that comes looking after this team. He shoulders so much all the time. That's why you feel a bit grateful for the position. If you can take away some of that stress, even with this simple act, you would be happy.
You continue making little motions in his hair, and when he begins muttering in his sleep, you tilt your head.
"You..smell good.."
