almost || h.s

September 18 1963

"Good morning, Harold."

I didn't hear a reply.

"Harry?"

I faced my body towards him, examining his face and noticing that he was in fact still breathing. His chest rose and fell with a steady rhythm, never stopping the flow of oxygen, thankfully.

I suppose Harry was still fast asleep, dreaming of who knows what. Afterall, his mind is vast and very very odd. For all we know, he could be dreaming of riding a horse into the sunset. It was the first thing that came to mind so I went with it.

I tried my best to slip out of bed without waking him, but failed miserably when I felt him stirring next to me.

I quickly shot up, letting the cold hardwood floor hit my feet. Before I could continue my descend towards the kitchen, I felt a large hand grab onto my wrist. I was frozen, not wanting to make any sudden movements.

I slowly found myself turning around to meet contact with my wrist bound by Harry's hand. I looked up at him, seeing his eyes barely open and a lop-sided smile placed on his face.

"Darling, come cuddle with me."

You simply couldn't resist the deep, raspy voice beckoning you to cuddle with him. And so I climbed back in bed, sliding underneath the duvet and next to Harry. He grabbed my waist and pulled me towards him, placing a wet kiss on my forehead.

I was quick to wipe it away, disgusted with the excess saliva left. He chuckled before nuzzling his head in between my shoulders, sighing deeply.

"You know I love you right?"

"Of course. And I love you."

"And no matter what happens to me, you will still love me?"

"Well if you go around making out with the pub whores we might have a problem." I felt him smile against my neck, his cheeks widening as he did so.

"Pub whores? Really?"

"They are what the name implies."

"Pub whores. I'm going to have to keep that in mind next time I snog one of them."

"Harry! That's disgusting!"

"I would never do that to you, Elizabeth. I love you too much. Although, just the word pub whore makes it fun."

"You're so annoying."

"I'm not the one who said pub whore."

"What was the point of this conversation again?"

"Well you got me distracted with your pub whores."

"Harry. I'm going to make me a pot of coffee."

"No. Lay with me."

"No. You're annoying."

"I'll close my mouth. Please."

"Too late."

"I know the real reason why you are leaving me."

"And why is that Harry?"

"You are a pub whore."

He began laughing uncontrollably, causing my self to laugh as well. It was truly contagious. Although he had just called me a pub whore, it was amusing watching his eyes squeeze shut and his head fall back in deep laughter. It was rather beautiful actually.

"So you never told me the point of this?"

"I just want to make sure you really love me."

"Harry. Don't you ever think that I don't love you. I'm obviously still here when I could be out of the door in a flash. I love you and that's all that matters."

"I love you so much, Elizabeth."

"Prove it."

...

And with that we were entwined within eachother, sharing heated kisses. The passion from us both was electrifying.

As his hand drew circles on the small of my back, goosebumps raised and my insides tingled. He slowly lifted my night gown off of me, exposing my bare body.

His eyes traveled over every nook and cranny making me very self-conscious of myself. He was quick to release my hands from an attempt to cover up my body, telling me how beautiful it truly was.

He brought me back into another passionate kiss, his hands trailing down to knead my left breast, earning a muffled groan. I had never experienced any of this before and felt almost awkward as to what to do next. This would be my first time, but there's a reason I'm doing it with him. He's the one I'm going to spend the rest of my days with, embracing each other's stupidity.

"I love you."

"I love you."

"This may hurt."

"Pain is for the weak."

"Ready?"

"No."

He gently pushed himself in, our hands intertwined as I screamed out in pain. My eyes squeezed shut, hearing Harry repeat that he loves me and that he promises it will get better.

Soon enough I felt Harry hit something that made me readjust myself, too pleasured to even know what to do.

Harry was now producing various profanities, including my name. I began to feel the same amount of pleasure as he did, sharing a rough kiss. We didn't last much longer, coming off of our high and breathing heavily.

We both lay exhausted, our bodies sprawled next to eachother, both of us lying on our backs. He grabbed my hand in his before placing a soft kiss on the bottom of my palm.

"I love you, Elizabeth."

"I love you, Harry."

Our breathing never became normal as we reminisced over the previous events, enjoying the way there was so much passion and love involved in it. I truly loved this man laying next to me and if anything were to happen to him, it would happen to me too. We are a package deal, inseparable souls.

...

My head lay on his chest. His light snores could be heard from underneath me as his chest rose and fell slowly.

"Good night, Harry." I whispered, before being brought into an exhausted slumber.

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