Ruffled ~ H.S

Thirty-Nine

A/N: Wow, this chapter was nearly 6,000 words xD My bad. I hope you like it anyway :p

Deidre

I felt my eyebrows furrow slightly as the warm morning sunlight shone into the room and through my eyelids. Opening them to slits and peering through my eyelashes, I stifled a groan and had to squint a little as I waited for my eyes to adjust to the light.

Rubbing my eyes, I turned my head to the left, and I couldn't help breaking out a sleepy but tender smile as I saw that Harry was still sound asleep beside me – the bed covers only covering him from the waist-down. His body was turned to the side and directly facing me – his head laid on top of his arm and his face looking all cute and peaceful as he slept.

As I watched him sleeping there, I couldn't resist the temptation of reaching out to run my fingers through the front of his hair. He flinched as soon as he felt my touch – his eyes slowly opening halfway, and I had to let out a quiet giggle – happy that he was finally awake.

Harry chuckled quietly; his free hand coming up to take my hand from his hair so that he could stroke the back of it with his thumb and give it a gentle squeeze before he sleepily smiled at me.

"Good morning, darling," his raspy, heavenly morning voice danced through my ears and made me giggle once more.

"Morning," I smiled back at him, "did you sleep well?"

"Definitely," he chuckled again, "this honeymoon's really been tiring me out."

I smirked at him. "You and me both, baby," I shuffled closer to him so that I could hug his waist and rest my head against his chest, "I can't believe we've actually set a record of having sex for four nights in a row."

"Which would've been five if we didn't take a break last night," Harry added, "to be honest, though – I think we needed it."

"Yeah," I chuckled softly, "we really did."

I felt his fingers against my jawline before he gently turned my head towards him – tenderly pressing his lips to mine and kissing me deeply. I closed my eyes and moaned softly into his mouth – smiling and giggling against his lips as we kissed.

"What do you wanna do today, beautiful?" He asked me once we pulled away.

"Well...I'd love to go out and explore a bit more," I began, "and I also have a strange craving for churros right now."

"Craving?" Harry's eyebrows rose slightly – and he smiled, "Are you pregnant already, love?"

I laughed and shook my head. "A woman can still crave something and not be pregnant, Harry."

Harry chuckled. "Churros, huh?" He began to slowly nod, "Alright. It doesn't seem like a bad idea."

"Paris is meant to have some great churros, you know," I told him, "apparently Kim Kardashian flew over one time just to eat churros."

"Wouldn't you rather try some classic escargot?" He asked me with a smirk.

I made a face. "Um...no."

"You sure?"

"Yes! I do not want to eat any snails!"

Harry laughed. "Alright. Fine. Churros it is, then."

"Thank you," I rolled my eyes but smiled all the same.

Knowing that one of us needed to move, or else we'd end up staying in bed all day – I then forced myself to wriggle out of his arms before I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed.