ink. (haylor)

xix. how fast the night changes

a/n:

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Taylor's POV

"Does it hurt?" I said, tracing the letter on his chest – my  letter – with a fingernail.

This would be a part of his body forever now – I would be a part of his body forever. Forget marriage, this seemed like more of an eternal commitment.

"A little bit. The pain's alright," he said, pressing a hand against my cheek and bringing me in for a kiss.

After pulling away slightly, I began grinning like a maniac at how this night had taken so many unexpected turns. It had gone from fighting, to making up, to revealing tattoos and feelings.

"Stop smiling and kiss me," he said smiling.

"Nope," I shook my head and sat up, "My parents are in the house and that door isn't locked."

I heard a groan from him and he slipped his shirt back on and straightened out his hair. He was halfway to the door when he spoke, "Are you coming or am I going home alone?"

Downstairs, dinner had carried on; despite all the drama they had been oblivious to upstairs. Apparently all of them thought I hadn't been feeling well and went up to rest.

Everyone was sitting in the living room, still talking about babies and poring over mine and Austin's baby pictures – and I realised how I had ruined Lauren and Austin's announcement with my outburst. The guilt washing over me, I slipped into the seat nest to her on the couch and pulled her into a bear-hug, feeling her pregnant belly under her top.

"That baby is so lucky," I said, looking over at Austin animatedly telling a story about falling off a tractor when he was younger.

"I'd say, one day, yours will be too," she gestured towards Harry perched on the arm of the chair next to my mother, and commenting on our blonde, messy curls and listening to all my brother's reminiscent tales.

"He'll be a great dad, someday," I admitted, sighing and sitting back.

"Don't let fear hold you back. That's all I've got to say. He loves you."

I know.

It felt like my heart was smiling because he was there, bonding with the people I cared most about, and he wanted to settle down, and he loved me, and this fake relationship had become so real and everything was the best kind of upside-down.

After a little while, claiming we were tired from work and we still had to drive back into town, the both of us bid our goodbyes and hugged everyone, promising to have dinner again soon and got into the car to go home.

It had crossed my mind to just stay the night at my parents' house, but both of us had work tomorrow and judging from the looks Harry gave me from across the room when no one was looking, I knew the night wasn't really over.

By now, it was well into the middle of the night and as we drove, the darkness surrounded the car, and headlights shone through the night. I sensed an overwhelming feeling of safeness in the car as we drove home together – nothing could harm me when I was with him and I felt like I finally belonged somewhere and it was the most unlikely place.

"Hey, Taylor?" he said after a while of silence.

"Yeah?" I said, dreamily, staring out at the city lights in the darkness as we got closer to the apartment.

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard when we get home."

My head snapped to him and he kept his eyes on the road, smirking.

"Slow down, Christian Grey," I said, joking.

"No, I was kidding. But we are gonna have sex and it will be magical."

"Magical?" I coughed.

"Magical." he repeated.

"If I didn't love you as much as I do, I would turn this car around and go back to my parents' house."

- - -

Jimmy didn't work evenings in the lobby, but an older man did. I wasn't as close to him and only offered a small smile as we passed him and waited for the elevator to arrive.

With his palm flat against my back, Harry's hand began massaging my bare shoulder blade as we stood in the open, hooking his chin into the space between my collarbone and neck, the warm wind of his breath causing chills to run up and down my spine.

His hands moved to my hips and gripped them tightly from behind, but thankfully, the doors opened and we quickly moved inside pressing the top floor button excessively, before I turned and pressed my lips against his, pulling at his hair as he gripped my hips tighter. I tasted him in my mouth and felt him all over my body and smelled his scent all over me.

Feeling our way to the door after the lift had opened its doors, we fumbled impatiently at the lock, not sure if we would make it to a bed.

Slamming the door shut, I was pinned against it, as hands slipped under the hem of my dress and squeezed my ass. His mouth travelled slowly from my lips to my collarbone and down my neckline.

"This dress needs to come off," he growled and trying to suppress the moan, I pulled away from him – missing his touch immediately – and beckoned him to follow as I led the way to my bedroom.

This time it felt different. The pace was more laidback – but still urgent, but we stopped sometimes and just ginned at each other and I felt the electricity between us.

Harry decided to pull the zipper of my dress down agonisingly slowly, just to tease me, while I had already unbuttoned his shirt and was working on his belt buckle. Once the dress was a mess on the floor and I was standing almost naked in my room, he pushed me backwards so I fell on the bed and straddled me, kissing down my chest and below my navel, making me arch my back and try not to cry out in pleasure.

"Stay still," he smirked, knowing what effect he had on me and I almost slapped him for being so cocky.

He kissed the inside of my knee, making my heart race faster than it already was and he continued to press his lips up the inside of my thigh, knowing exactly what he was doing to me.

A hot current swept through my body as I felt him pressing against me as I undid the button of his jeans and he pulled them down in an instant – the both of us left in our underwear.

All of a sudden, he paused and said, "This feels better somehow."

There was no time to respond as he slipped his briefs off and pushed into me, slowly, making me feel more full than I had ever felt in my life. The pleasure washed through my body in waves and almost paralysed me. Panting, with a sheen of sweat on his forehead, he groaned slightly and began moving, setting the rhythm. All I could do was try not to wake any of the neighbours up.

The soft, muffled sounds of groans and sighs filled the air in the room. Bending my back and pressing my head into his chest, I tugged on his curls, letting him know I was close.

He got my signal and angled himself so that he was hitting deeper with every thrust and I felt his hands gripping my thighs harder than before and I knew he was close too. I felt my walls clench and my eyes hut tightly as with one last push, he collapsed on top of me trying to catch his breath, but smiling at the same time and combing his fingers through my hair.

"I love you so much," he said, still not breathing properly.

"I love you more," I said truthfully and pulled the covers over our naked bodies and felt his arms wrap around me and we fell asleep grinning and breathing each other's air.