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○ 5.4 ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Relax ○

Double smut for 19k

((I mean there would have been double smut anyways bc it just happened but let me live ok))

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The feeling of Harry's fingers running up and down my spine was what drew me from my slumber the next morning. Every now and then his hand would leave my skin and the sound of a turning page would join the distant bird calls, adding to the light morning atmosphere, before his hands resumed their travels, tracing my spine and occasionally wandering into my hair. My eyes stayed closed, worried that if he knew I was awake he would stop and that by opening my eyes, I would burst this safe bubble we had created and the subject of Des would once again have to be addressed. Determined to keep that from happening, I nuzzled further into Harry's neck and tightened my hold on his waist. After having a nightmare in the middle of the night I had moved to my current position, curled up on Harry's lap like a toddler - but not before realising that Harry would have to sit there doing nothing for the whole night and letting him choose from the extensive collection of novels under my bed. I fell asleep to his smooth voice and gravelly undertones, reading aloud to me from a chapter of a random book he'd picked.

Harry gently nudged my cheek with his chin. "I know you're awake."

His smile was audible in his voice, so clearly I could picture it in my mind. I leaned up and feathered kisses up his neck and along his jaw, humming in contentment. "I'm not awake," I mumbled.

I heard him shut his book and place it aside. "Can I kiss you, or do you need one of your stupid mints first?"

"My mints aren't stupid," I disagreed.

"They are if I have to wait an extra five minutes to kiss you in the morning," Harry grumbled, wrapping both arms around me and clasping his hands over my hip. "That's hours of kisses, lost to your obsession with minty breath."

"I'm not obsessed," I protested. "I just... wouldn't it gross you out?"

Harry scoffed. "No."

"No?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because it's not like anyone can help it," he shrugged. "Plus, I'd be kissing you instead of having this dumb conversation."

"You're so rude in the morning."

"I just want a kiss, is that too much to ask?"

I laughed at his exasperated tone, raising my head off of his shoulder and my hand from his waist so I could cradle his jaw and bring his lips to mine. Having waited for it, Harry responded immediately, eagerly kissing back and allowing his hands to slip just underneath my jumper. Much too soon for his liking I pulled away, evoking a whine.

"I need my mint," I reminded him, leaning away to retrieve one from my bedside table. Harry sighed rather dramatically to let me know what he thought of my actions, but said nothing. "So... today."

"What about it?"

"What's the plan?" I asked nervously.

Harry's brow furrowed, clearly confused. "The plan? Why do we need a- oh."

I shook my head. "Yeah, oh."

"I'm not leaving you alone," he stated firmly, leaving no room for argument - not that I was going to argue. "We have English, and then I'm coming with you to work, and then we come back here."

I nodded, very much liking the sound of that. I'd feel safer with Harry by my side, less alone and less vulnerable. But English Literature was the only subject we shared with each other. What about the rest of the week, when we separated in the morning or early afternoon and only saw each other again in the evening? What about when I walked between classes alone? What if Des sent people to hurt Harry again? "And tomorrow?" I squeaked.