On the way home from dinner you noticed Harry shift in his seat, eyes forward on the road. He glanced at you quickly, pulling at his collar. "Harry?" You asked noticing his unrest. "Hmm?" He hummed. "Is something up? You hot or something?" You put your hand on his shoulder, and he shuttered. "N-no." He stuttered. You smirked knowing his problem. You traced your hand down his arm and down to his thigh rubbing it. "Something on your mind?" You whispered in his ear. He swallowed hard before letting one hand fall from the steering wheel. He let it rest on your thigh giving it a light squeeze. "Uh. You are babe. I need you." He croaked out accelerating the car. You let his hand wander across your thigh, as you moved your hand on his. "How long till we can get home Harry?" You whispered in his ear. "Christ. Um soon (Y/N)." He drove yet faster and hoped that he could get home sooner than he planned. "Good. I need you Harry." You kissed his cheek and let go of his thigh. He let out a frustrated breath and gripped the steering wheel tight.
