Wings

Chapter 24: In the Fortress

** So there's another edit in the sidebar today. It's another of Harry! I'm going to try to have an edit with each chapter from now on :) Also, I am revealing my playlist at the end of this chapter so if that is of interest to you then stay tuned at the end for the author's note!**

I was caught off guard completely, having not seen nor heard Harry in the slightest before his hand fastened to my wrist and his lips crashed onto mine. My suprise froze me momentarily, his lips moving against my stone ones before my body took over and I was kissing him back instinctiveley. Harry's hands were all over, rumpling my shirt up by my belt so as to place them on the small of my back. Mine went to the nape of his neck, pulling his head down to mine just the slightest bit more until we were in this perfect position, kissing with his head tilted down and mine up.

My brain took an embaressingly long time to catch up to all the action, suddenly I was pulling our mouths apart and a question was exploding from between my lips. "What was all that?" My breathe was coming in gasps, our kiss having been very vigorous. Harry's was puffing from his lungs as well.

He didn't answer, just pulled me closer with the belt loops of my jeans. His eyes were roaming me, scanning up and down my body in a way I hadn't experienced from him ever. "Kari, just please kiss me again."

I tenderly ghosting my lips over his. If he wasn't going to answer my question, he was going to be teased. When he moved his head forwards to make full contact of our lips, I pulled back, smiling slightly, so I was just out of reach again. His breathe was hitting me in ragged puffs, his need apparent.

"Kari," he half whined, half growled.

I brought my lips to his then, feeling signs of relief from him. He relaxed into the embrace, his movements more fluid and muscles relaxing. We divulged in another, Harry walking me back towards the wall, pressing me against it with his own body. His hands found the skin of my hips beneath the light tunic I wore and pressed to the semi sensitive skin.

My stomach tightened, a shiver passing through me and then Harry as well. The way we reacted to one another in times like this was amazing; we were in synchronization, like two pieces of one being. His dark wings fanned out, shielding us from the world beyond, even blocking the small amount of light from the murky window above.

Harry's tongue easily slipped into my mouth and tangled with my own, deepening the kiss. His broad hands snaked around my back and he lifted me up against him. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist, eliciting a small, low groan from his throat.

I didn't know where this was going or when we would stop, and rather frightening was the realization that I didn't mind. It was only the sound of footsteps above that drew us from the embrace. I froze when I heard the shoe on the stairs, Harry following suit. We stood with his forehead pressed to mine, still holding me against the wall.

Then Harry moved as another footstep sounded, deftly swinging into the shadows of the staircase and placing me back upon the floor beside him.

I turned to tell him to be quite, lifting a finger to my lips as I didn't want to make any noise myself. No one wanted to be caught in the middle of making out by someone else, that would be embarrassing for all parties involved. He was doing the same to me though, one long pointer finer pressed to his lips.

Feet came into view between the poles of the stair railing and then legs. When the person had reached the bottom step, we could see their face from our position in the shadows. Niall quickly walked to the door at the bottom of the stairwell and slipped through, heading down the hall of the first floor and on his way without a clue that we'd been embracing moments before he'd walked past.