The Moment | hs au

Come to Me

Christmas Eve came and Harry came to Margo's apartment after work. They talked and laughed and soon enough, the eggnog started making feelings arise. Margo noticed Harry watching her lips as they talked, and she watched his sweep his pink tongue over his lips, wetting them generously. In the moment, Harry moved from his seat and bent over to kiss Margo as she sat across from him. He placed a big, warm hand on the small of her back.

"Let me set down my mug first, Jesus." Margo says with a hint of a chuckle.

As soon as the cup left her hands, Margo was up. Harry used his strong arms to pick her up, which Margo then took the opportunity to wrap both of her legs around his waist which didn't seem to phase Harry in the smallest. His hands covered most of her butt while holding her and he didn't waver even when they started to kiss with more intensity.

Harry certainly wasn't callow about this even though Margo's experience stretched as far as laying under men whilst they used her.

Harry moves steadily to sit on the edge of Margo's bed. Her fingers wrap tightly in his curls, sending a moan through his occupied lips whenever she'd give a tug.

He slipped his hands under her tank top, sending goosebumps up Margo's arms in mere seconds. His hands were warm, soft, and Margo kissed him with such intensity that Liam never even glimpsed. She trailed her hands down his arms delicately, lingering at his biceps.

Harry's lips moved gently against Margo's, only pausing to ask, "Is this all right?"

Margo nodded with a ghost of a smile. Their eyes closed and continued to move their lips together in harmony as if they'd kissed a million times before.

Margo felt a soft moan escape Harry's lips when she placed her hand at the nape of his neck. His curls brushed against her fingers.

"You make me wish I'd never kissed anyone else." Harry whispers between kisses.

"We can pretend you haven't." Margo whispers back.

"Deal." Harry says from deep in his throat. He sweeps Margo's hair away from her neck to gain access to it. Margo's eyes remain shut as Harry kisses and nibbles at her neck, sending a distinct chill down her shoulders. The feeling is amazing and mutual.

Margo gasps when Harry begins to suck, surly aiming to leave her with a hickey. He draws back and the area he left behind pulses quickly. When he blows a cool breeze over the moistened skin there, Margo moans internally.

"That'll leave a mark." Harry whispers into her ear, returning to the soft skin just below her jawbone.

With haste, Margo puts a finger under Harry's jaw to tug his lips to her impatient ones. Just then, his cell phone rings. Groaning, Harry starts to pull away but not before Margo can bite his bottom lip lustfully.

"Damn you." He says while sliding Margo off his lap to get to his phone.

Harry talks quietly on the phone for a few minutes while Margo spreads out on her bed. She doesn't make out many words from the conversation, but can tell when Harry says goodbye.

"It was Niall, wondering if I wanted to meet them at a bar in Queens. But frankly, " He says, coming closer and touching his lips to Margo's, "I'm much happier here."

"I'm tired."

"Then let's sleep." He says. They kiss a while longer but soon the sounds of Harry's soft snore still the chilly apartment air.

When light comes through the broad windows, Margo wakes up, feeling incredible.

"Morning." Margo says. Their arms are crossed together and the delicate lines and tattoos seem to converge together to form one giant canvas. The bed is warm and Margo feels content.

"Merry Christmas," Harry says, "Just Margo."

"Oh yeah, forgot about that. Merry Christmas, Peanut."

"What about me?"

"Oh, you too, Harry."

"Christ." Harry untangles his arms and gently sits up. His skin is so perfectly tan and his muscles so perfectly toned. He's just so perfectly perfect. Ink spreads across his arms and chest like veins of blood.

"Breakfast?"

"I'm too tired." Margo complains, burying her face into her pillow. Harry chuckles and gets out of bed, Margo's major heat source—gone.

"I'm going to eat your Cinnamon Toast Crunch if you don't suggest something." Harry says, putting his hands on his hips. Margo shifts her face from the pillow to look at him.

"Fine, just eat all my cereal." She says finally, pulling the blankets over her head like a teenager who's been told it's time to go to school.

"I got you a present, by the way." Harry says simply, walking into the kitchen area to fetch a bowl and spoon.

Margo knits her eyebrows together, "I didn't get you anything and you certainly didn't have to get me something."

"Oops," Harry shrugs, "Looks like I did." With largesse, Harry goes over to his coat and pulls a small present, gift wrapped with a bow, out of his pocket.

"Harry." Margo complains, sitting up in bed and letting her hair fall darkly around her shoulders in a tangly mess.

"It's Christmas."

"I'm not gonna take it." Margo crosses her arms.

"C'mon."

"No, I didn't get you anything. I'm not gonna take it." Margo indefatigably explains.

"Take it." He sets the small box down on the bed in front of her but she only holds her arms tighter together.

"Nope."

"Christ. Do I have to open it for you? You're gonna take it regardless of if you want it or not." Harry says coolly.

"Fine."