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Once Harry and I had finished our drinks and watched an episode of Friends in the living room, on my behalf, we just ended up talking about random things. Mostly traveling though.
"I guess I should get going." He sighs after looking at his phone.
"Oh." I don't want him to leave. I love his company and I love his cuddles.
"It's half after twelve. And we both have work in the morning." He smiles.
"Right, right." I look at him. "Stay."
"Stay here? Tonight?" He asks.
"Yeah, would you.. Would you wanna stay?" I don't know why I'm getting nervous.
"I thought you'd never ask." His lips move upwards as he leans into kiss me.
He pushes me back against the couch and as I lay flat he brings his knees to either side of my hips.
"I love the idea of staying over." He mumbles against my lips. "I love the idea of us in the same bed."
I put my hands on his sides and grip the material of his shirt. His simple words are just as pleasuring as his lips.
"I love the idea of our bodies touching." He pulls away and I open my eyes, meeting his. "Do you like that idea?"
"Mhm." I can't help but smile.
"You're cute, Bella." He smiles and sits up, brining me with him.
Funny how we can go from heated kissing to cute talk within seconds. I find it amazing how it's not awkward.
"We should probably get going to bed though. We both have work." He suggests.
"Alright." I smile and stand up, leaning my hand out for him to grab it.
He grabs it and immediately entwines our fingers together.
I lead the way to my room and I can feel Harry's gaze on me the entire time. My body is burning from the heat that's forming inside of me.
"If you want you can shower n-" I'm cut off mid-sentence as I close my door and Harry pushes me up against it.
His hands pinning my hands to the door and above my head, his eyes staring deep into mine. Chest to chest.
"I want you." Is all he says before his lips meet mine for the second time within a few moments.
His lips move fast against mine at a sign of want, need. His hands move from my wrists and drop down to my thighs, grabbing the backs and moving them up. I take this as a sign to jump, so that's what I do.
I wrap my legs around his waist and he squeezes my thighs as if a "good job" sense. I lean against him and put my hands on his face as I kiss his lips.
I feel our bodies move and turn in a swift motion and I can tell that he's walking towards my bed. Our kiss hasn't been broken.
I slowly feel myself lower and my back presses to the cushiony surface, his lips are still attached to mine as we lower.
"Bella." He mumbles against my lips.
"Hm?"
"I wanna touch you." He confesses.
My thoughts immediately go to the night at his house when I experience my first sexual encounter. My first sexual encounter with him, my first in general. His skilled hands made me feel things I didn't think was possible.
