ripped jeans | hes

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skinship (noun) -bonding through the intimacy of touch

"I got your stupid film in." Harry stepped into the hot tub, sitting close enough that our bodies were pressed tightly against each others.. "It should start playing soon."

"You're the best." I clapped my hands excitedly.

"I know." Harry grabbed the two sangria bottles from the edge and handed me a bottle.

I smiled with pleasure and flipped open the cap, my mouth basically watering in anticipation for the fruity alcohol, which smelt a lot better than it had in high school.

"Cheers." Harry raised up his bottle and gestured for me to do the same.

"Cheers to what?"

Harry puckered his lips as he thought for a moment. "Cheers to a beautiful day in Malibu with an even more beautiful woman."

I laughed quietly and clinked my bottle with Harry's. "Cheers."

He gave me a smug look before firmly pressing his lips against the bottle, and I did the same. I took a big gulp of the delicious liquid, feeling the dark red wine stain my lips and intoxicate my blood, my emotions, my body.

Harry leaned over and suddenly pushed his soft lips against mine, taking me by surprise. I thirstily kissed him back, tasting the fruity red wine that drenched his tongue, before he pulled back.

He licked the purple stain off his mischievous lips. "You taste sweet."

I licked my own lips before giggling. "So do you."

The projector flickered on, easily catching both Harry and I's attention. The title screen for The Fox and The Hound rolled onto the screen, the soft and familiar opening music ringing in my ears.

"I loved this movie when I was little." I took another swig of my sangria. "I haven't seen it in ages."

Harry slid his large hand onto my upper thigh, squeezing gently. I looked over at him, my blue eyes wide with surprise and curiosity.

"Don't look at me like that. He groaned, running his fingertips along my bare thigh, sending shivers throughout my whole body.

"Like what?" I gave him my famous puppy eyes.

"Like that. With those big, innocent, blue, eyes of yours," he leaned his head back in agony. "It drives me nuts. You could get me to do anything when you do that."

"Noted." I laughed before finishing my first bottle of sangria, gently tossing the empty bottle into the grass.

*smut*

"Woah." Harry's slowly hand began to travel up my thigh. "Careful with the sangria, love. You're already done your first bottle."

"The sangria makes me taste sweet. I like to taste sweet." I stood up and eased back down onto Harry's lap so I was facing him, straddling him.