Cubicle [h.s. au]

8) All Night With Me

Roni

I'll admit, I've had my fair share of men in my bed. Not a lot, I'm not a whore. But...enough. I have never asked a man to stay the night. I just couldn't let Harry go yet. And not just because of the sex, which, let me tell you, was extraordinary! Something about him just made me want to be with him as long as I could. The thought of him leaving tore me up inside. Still, part of me did not expect him to say yes. I honestly would not have blamed him if he took off. But he didn't. He stayed.

"You have an amazing mouth," he whispered as his lips grazed over mine, giving me chills.

"I could say the same about yours." I nibbled seductively on his bottom lip, wetting it with my tongue. His lips are truly the best I have ever kissed.

When I let go of his mouth, I stared into his sleepy green eyes, his eyelids heavy. He ran his hands down my back again as I traced his lips with my fingers. The corners slowly curled up to reveal his dimples and crinkles in the corners of his eyes. I couldn't help myself.

"Mr. Styles," I said. "I do believe our meeting was quite exceptional."

Harry began to chuckle. "Indeed, Ms. Graver."

"I hope our time together has proven my immense attraction to you."

"Yes, and I believe the feeling's mutual." Harry's smile disappeared then, but not the desire in his eyes. The looks he would give sometimes could drive me out of my mind.

After more kissing, a glass of water and a toilet break, I pulled down the duvet and sheets and we climbed into bed. I switched my lamp which has a dimmer to the lowest setting, giving the room a warm orange glow.

"I have a question for you," I stated in a quiet voice.

"Okay," Harry yawned. I could tell he was tired, and I'd let him go to sleep soon. But I was curious.

"Have you ever slept with someone from work before?"

Harry smirked. "Do you just mean from this job, or anywhere?"

"Anywhere," I replied apprehensively.

"No."

I let out a breath. "What about a date? Have you gone on a date with anyone you worked with?"

Harry seemed to consider the question for a moment. "Yes," he finally answered.

"Really?"

"In high school. My girlfriend and I worked at the same shop. For about two weeks."

"Oh," I laughed. "Two weeks?"

"Yes. I was dating this girl for a wee bit and she needed a job, so I talked my boss into hiring her. But I decided to break up with her after a couple weeks, and she didn't want to work with me anymore so she quit."

"Can't say I blame her," I scoffed. "You little bugger."

"I was sixteen!" he exclaimed, as though that was reason enough to excuse his behavior.

"Like that was so long ago," I mocked.

"Shut up." Harry feigned being hurt as I poked him in his side.

Both of us now fighting fatigue, I turned off the lamp and snuggled under the covers. Harry again pulled me to him and I laid my head on his chest, my arm around his torso. I could feel his breath tickle my hair as I gently drifted to sleep.

Harry

It's not uncommon that I wake up hard. Even in the middle of the night. Sometimes I'm too tired to care, and I just fall back to sleep and inevitably have a wet dream. Sometimes I can't get back to sleep so I have to rub myself off. This time I had a gorgeous woman lying next to me.