Harry’s lips crashed into mine before our bodies even set foot in his house. He tugged urgently at my lower lip and ran his tongue along the rim, causing me to shiver involuntarily. He noticed, his lips turning up into a smirk as he swiftly swooped me over the staircase. I had no time to think.. I felt as flustered as the first time he led me up those now familiar stairs.
The light was dim in the gold-painted room but I could make out the fine dark oak features. I could also make out the deep green eyes locked with mine as he slowly lifted his fitted black tee, pulling from the back collar so sensually and intimately I felt like he was stripping me. His biceps flexed as the shirt hit the floor, exposing his broad chest and numerous tattoos. I knew this was kind of wrong but I couldn’t make myself stop caressing his every adornment, lightly trailing a soft finger path over each mark. I stopped as I approached his left ribcage, and there, next to the open birdcage bloomed a single, vibrant rose and in tiny curved script were the words, “Forever yours.” I gasped, pulling my hand back. “What is this?” I choked out.
"It’s you… it’s all for you." Harry blinked back a tear, his entrapping gaze never leaving my face. I can tell you this, if my clothes could fall off on command, they would have. No one had ever gotten a tattoo for me.. that seemed equally as silly to whine about as it was to be captured by permanent ink, but this was so powerful. Harry was vulnerable. Because of me.
I leaned in and touched my lips gently to his while Harry unbuttoned my flannel shirt and let it fall to the carpeted floor. My eyes welled up with tears as he drank in my outfit. “What is this?” he asked, pulling carefully at the silky material of my shirt. His shirt. He knew. He knew I could never shake him. I decided two could play at his game. Pulling the shirt over my head I perched forward to lean on my hips, hovering my face near his and whispered, “It’s all for you.”
His eyes smoldered as he pulled me in to him, fingers tangling themselves in my blonde hair.
The morning sun broke through the slight gap between Harry’s arm and the comforter, reminding me to face the day. Lying to my right side and partially on top of me was my… Harry, I completed the thought lamely, realizing I was still unsure of our relationship. His exhales blew some loose curls off his temples, making him seem so innocent and childlike. It hurt to see such a beautiful man by my side. I pressed a firm kiss on his forehead, causing him to stir and blink his eyes open. “Morning, Beautiful.” His eyes crinkled while his lips turned up to one side in a cheeky smile. He, in an unexpected ninja-like movement, swept himself on top of me shifting his weight onto his limbs and pressed his nose up against mine. Harry’s grin stretched for miles and I saw the resemblance to the Cheshire cat for the very first time. He was up to no good. “Hope you didn’t have plans today..” He agilely swooped off the bed and walked into the bathroom stark naked. I gaped openly, to be honest. When I didn’t follow he peeked his head out the door and blinked exaggeratedly. “Come on now. Don’t want to lose you again. Not a mistake I’m willing to make twice.” Me neither, I thought racing to follow him into the waiting shower.
