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"harry, where's my food," I whine, flipping through the channels.
"I got it, I got it," he comes in with two plates filled with different kinds of candy.
"healthy, I see," I giggle, taking the plate.
"as always," he smiles, sitting next to me.
I pick up some gummy bears, throwing them into my mouth. "what do you want to watch?" I ask, crossing my legs.
"you," he mumbles, stuffing skittles in his mouth.
"what?" I look at him, not sure if I heard what he said.
"nothing," he shakes his head, clearing his throat. "open up," he holds up skittles.
I open my mouth, half laughing when he attempts to throw the skittle in my mouth. He tries again, throwing about 5; which all miss, hitting me in the face.
"ow!" I laugh, picking up the skittle, throwing it back at him.
He chuckles, catching it with his mouth as I gape.
"what the hell," I pout, crossing my arms.
"im talented," he shrugs with a grin on his face; though I keep pouting.
He leans over, pressing his lips against mine; completely catching me off guard. I uncross my arms, moving my hand to the back of his neck and he cups both of my cheeks. I part my lips slightly, slowly laying down. He puts his arm besides my head, the kiss getting heated.
I pull back and he slowly starts kissing down my neck. I let out a sharp breath and he chuckles against my neck, kissing back up to my lips; pecking them one last time.
"you have no idea how long I wanted to do that," he breathes heavily against my lips. In agreement I pull him back down, kissing him again.
