Right Now **EDITING**

Him & I

Virginie's Point Of View

I can't believe my eyes.  It can't be true.  There is no way on Earth he is here.

Harry.

We are alone.  In an hotel room.  Him and I.  

He looks hot as usual, tall and confident.  His hair is longer than the last time I saw him.  His gaze is piercing mine with intensity, burning me with so many emotions.  I know I'm confused like hell.  I don't know what I'm feeling.  Am I happy?  Mad?  Angry?  Sad?  I don't know, but by the way he looks at me, I'm turned on.  That, I'm sure.  Even though he broke my heart like no one ever did, he gets me so worked up right now.  Blame it on the alcohol baby, but I want him.  He is the only man I ever had and I want to taste him again.

I walk to him slowly and get on the very tip of my toes when I'm right in front of him.  I put both of my hands on his chest and slide them upper to cup his cheeks.  I feel every inch of his shirt before our skin meet again in far too long.  Heat is radiating in my body.  He hasn't said a word and so didn't I.  I can't leave his eyes from mine.  

God I missed him.  I will deal with all the hatred I feel tomorrow morning.  Tonight I let go as he responds finally and flirts back with me.  I can feel his hands pressing gently my hips to his as he leans in slowly.

"We shouldn't do this..."  He whispers against my lips, but I still can't believe this is true and he is finally in front of me, in my part of the world.

"You are right, but I want to...  I want you."  I let out in a breath as I press my lips gently on his.

I feel him.  I can actually feel him.  There's no denial now that he is actually here.  I'll question him tomorrow about the 'why's, the 'how's and the 'what the fuck's.  For now, I want to feel good, because I haven't felt that in a long time.

He is gentler than I remember.  His hands run up and down my body, holding me close to him.  He doesn't let me go.  It's weird to think about that, but he isn't as eager with his tongue when we kiss.  It's smooth, loving and it makes me shiver from everywhere.  I feel my stomach holding its breath just like it does on a rollercoaster ride.  He makes me feel more than extraordinary.

I get out of my head and step back to the bed, but instead of falling on top of me, he lifts me up and lays me gently before kissing every inch of my skin that isn't covered with clothing.  He never takes the lead to undress me, so I decide to pull up his shirt.  I would love to take the lead, but I'm loving this romantic side of him that never was before, well not this way.  Never he undresses me, so he leaves me no choice.  I push him slowly aside to get off the bed.  I take this moment to undress myself sensually, well I do my best with the capacities I have left.

Once it's done, I look at him and unbutton his pants.  For once, they are not as tight and slide off him easily.  I take his fingers in mine and intertwine them together as I sit on his lap.  I lower my body to feel the warmth of his skin on mine.  It somehow feels so different, as if I was feeling him for the first time again.  It has been so long.  I press my lips back on his as the desire has been building up in my body.  I let my tongue tease him a little before I passionately kiss him.  I release his hands from mine to cup his cheeks briefly before putting them back on the mattress on each side of his head to support my body.

He takes now matters into his own hands more shyly than he ever did before and unclasp my bra and takes me out of my underwear.  He runs his hands on my back and it just feels beautifully nice to feel that again.  I missed it.  

I don't feel at all at my best, but somehow he makes feel like I am.  I have felt like shit for so long, and the single touch of his hands is enough to bring back all that was dead in me.  It fires me up.  I dive my lips more eager on his and my lust seems to light him up too as he finally takes the lead and rolls on top of me.  

Tonight, I am his and he is mine again.  He makes me his like he did so many times, but it feels yet so different.  He is loving and terribly gentle as if he was sorry.  If he's not, then that's what I like to think.   It's totally different than the last time we made love.  It feels good, amazing even, and that's all I need to think about.  Him and I, Harry and Gynie.  I haven't been with anyone but him in my life, it is incredible to have that back.  I feel like me again, a whole.  I feel like I know myself, what I want, what I need.  I am ready to start all over again.

He kisses me again and again as he lays now by my side.  He looks at me without saying a word, his eyes looking deeply into mine as if he is reading my soul.  His fingers trail down my skin as it brings shivers to my whole body.  It feels nice.  He brings me closer to his chest and comb the hair out of my face with his fingers.  He plays a bit in it and it charms me over instantly.  I want to stay in this Inn forever, in his arm, but the alcohol is tiring me up and I have a hard time staying awake.  So I snuggle in his arms and kiss repeatedly the skin of his neck before falling peacefully asleep.