Who'd You Rather? (H.S.) [ONGOING]

Part Eighteen

Harry crawled up Tegan's body, sinking his face into the nape of her neck, scalding her with his burning lips.

"Mm," she hummed as she moved her head just enough to give him easier access to her erogenous zone, his naked body sinking against hers.

"I like when you purr for me," Harry breathed huskily in her ear before nipping at her earlobe.

Tegan couldn't help but giggle, not only from his words, but because it tickled. He pulled up to smile down at her — that knee-weakening, heart-stopping, sunshine smile. God damn it. He was so high up on a pedestal in her mind, he was never coming down.

"That was... that was..." Tegan breathed, but she was at a loss for words. Were there even words for that level of ecstasy? At that point everything just becomes an explosion, just a star bursting into supernova.

"Oh, here it comes. Everybody's a critic," he joked, rolling his eyes playfully.

"Stop," she giggled as she swatted at his chest. He moved his upper body slightly out of the way to dodge her hand and she felt his hardness against her thigh.

"Oh, Harry," she cooed, giggling as she bit at her lip.

She felt bad that she left him with yet another hard-on. Although, she wasn't the only one to blame for it. He was, after all, the one to begin their sexploration that morning.

"What?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow in question.

"You've got another boner," she said, saying the last word in a British accent to mimic him from the night before.

Harry laughed heartily, throwing his head back before looking at her again, his smile ever-present on his face.

"Couldn't be helped, love," he said suggestively, causing her to giggle.

"Pretty sure there's a puddle of my come down there somewhere," Harry said, looking over his shoulder toward the end of the bed where he lay before.

"Oh my god!" Tegan giggled loudly, holding her hands bashfully over her face again. She could hear Harry chuckling too and it only made it funnier.

"Pretty sure there's a puddle of your come going through my digestive tract right now too," Tegan said as she pulled her hands away from her face and looked up at him with a wide smile on her face.

"Tegan!" Harry barked playfully, his mouth dropping open in shock as he looked at her, and she couldn't help the giggles that rolled out of her.

"You dirty, dirty girl," he blithely scolded, looking overly-astonished.

"You surprise the hell outta me sometimes," he chuckled, tugging her to his chest, pulling her on top of him as he rolled onto his back.

"Do I?" She asked, pulling herself up so she could look down at him, her legs straddling his waist.

"You do," he said, looking up at her with a soft smile as his hands slid gently up and down her bare thighs.

She registered the look in his eyes immediately, she'd seen it a time or two in her life — adoration. His pupils were nearly blown as he watched her and her heart surged in her chest. She couldn't handle it.

She knew, in the back of her mind, that this might be it — that they'd have one amazing night, and morning, together and that would be it. She was smart enough to know she shouldn't start daydreaming of white picket fences and little Styles babies running around. Life was never that easy. So she swallowed back her own feelings of unfaltering adoration and leaned in to kiss him instead.