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

Part Eighty-Seven

"Harry—" Tegan breathed as her feet took her to him in two long strides before she threw her arms around him.

"Hi, kitten. I missed you," he breathed in her ear.

"Oh my god," she whimpered, hugging him tightly.

Harry chuckled as his arms anchored around her, making her feel safe and loved.

When she finally let him go, she pulled back just enough to plant a kiss on his lips.

"You're here. I can't believe you're here," she exclaimed before kissing him again and he chuckled into it.

"I'm here," he replied before kissing her again.

"You're home early," she said a moment later, pulling back to look in his eyes.

"A whole day," he acknowledged with a nod.

"You have no idea how happy that makes me," she cooed, letting out a weighted sigh.

"I kind of have an idea, love. I can read you like a book," he chuckled with a playful smile on his face.

"Mm. I love that," she hummed as she leaned up, connecting their lips.

"Love you," he murmured between kisses.

When she pulled back, she looked into his bright green eyes, fully appreciating that he was standing in front of her after days of her missing him so much it made her ache.

"I can't believe you're here," she told him again as her smile seemed to only get bigger the more she looked at him.

"What were you doing just now when I got in?"

"What?" She asked with furrowed eyebrows, her smile dropping off her face. What was she doing?

"You were bent over the counter looking at something," he reminded her and she turned her head to look back at the mail pile.

"Oh, Manny brought my mail over," she said, pointing her thumb over her shoulder at it.

"Mm. It was quite the sight," he said as a lecherous smirk turned up his lips.

"What? My ass?" She joked and giggled with a miniscule roll of her eyes.

"Precisely," he told her as his hands slipped down to her bum, cupping it in his palms, "These leggings are quite nice."

"Are they?" She asked in a flirtatious tone.

"Mm. They are," he commented as he started walking her back toward the counter as his lips met hers.

"I didn't see Harley's car in the driveway when I came in," Harry pulled back to mention as a devilish smirk turned up his lips, "Did she go home already?"

"She's out to lunch with some friends," Tegan relayed.

"Mm," Harry hummed as he leaned in to kiss her again.

When she felt her lower back press against the countertop, she knew what Harry's plans were and she was on board immediately.

"God, I missed you, Tegan," Harry groaned as his palm slid down her collarbone to her breast, cupping it in his hand.

"Missed you too, baby," she moaned as she pressed her lips to his, tangling their tongues together.

"Ungh. Look at what you're wearing. Fuck. You are so beautiful," he groaned as his lecherous gaze looked down at the sports bra and tight workout pants she had on.

"Turn around for me," he breathed and she did so immediately as an airy giggle floated out of her.

"Fuck, kitten. I missed everything about you," he told her as his hands slipped down her backside before she felt him tug her pants down to her thighs.