Cheshire Cat [[EDITING]]

8

Harry slid his Calvin Klein briefs back on and I stole his shirt and slid it over my bare body. He lay back on the bed with open arms which I swiftly moved to. He wrapped his warm lean arms around me and pulled me into his chest. Just yesterday I was swinging into his chest violently and now here I was peacefully resting on it enjoying his scent and his hold on me.

I take advantage of his shirtless body lying underneath me and run my hands softly over his body. I smile as the chills appear underneath my touch. I run my hands across the intricate designs of his many inkings admiring the artwork. As I brush my fingers across his oblique's and hear a sharp inhale. I adore how ticklish he is. His hands run across my arms and back also causing goose bumps to rise. I could lay in this moment for the rest of my entirety. I look up to him and I am greeted with his dimples and a kiss to the forehead.

"You look so beautiful, right here in this moment. I mean you always look good, but you look so relaxed and happy, like for the first time since we have been together you are totally at ease with yourself." He beams.

"You make me happy." I whisper, and I can feel my cheeks flare, but it was true.

Being here with him brought about an overwhelming sense of happiness I just couldn't explain. Maybe because we were stuck in this bubble, a bubble that reality hasn't popped yet. This was fresh and new and the real world hasn't had the chance to taint this fantasy just yet. It was blissful.

"The way you blush at everything I say makes me happy." He grins, running his fingers through my hair softly, ensuing chills through out my body.

Two hours passed in what felt like two minutes as we enjoyed the aftermath of our primal excursion. It didn't take long before my gentle touches turned into tickles and Harry wasn't going to let me down that easy, his hands retaliating forcing squeals from my lips as I tried to escape his playful attacks. His strong arms never let me stray too far, constantly pulling me back to him. I found pleasure in knowing he didn't want me far from him. The tickles turned into play wrestling which slowly built the tension between us back up. Harry had my hands pinned above my head by my wrists and hovered over me. My breathing quickly changed as his eyes widened from the playfulness just seconds ago. The vibration of his phone startled us both snapping us back to reality. Harry jumped up grabbing his phone; I lay there breathless and longing for his touch to return.

"Hello?"

"Yeah I will be there on time. I can drive myself. I have to change."

I sat up tugging down on the hem of his shirt down my legs. I check the time and it was already four fifteen. I had to get back to the girls. I hopped off the bed, scooping up my clothes and padded to the bathroom while he finished up his call. I rubbed some more lotion on my hip then slid my shorts back on before clasping my bra back on and pulling my shirt down. I check my makeup rubbing the smudges on the edges of my eyes and run the brush through my bed hair before returning to Harry.

He sat on the edge of the bed holding his arms out for me once more. I walk to him standing between his legs, feeling his arms wrap around my waist pulling me close to him. His cheek pressed against my hip shaking his head.

"I don't want to leave you. I am going to take you to work with me." He playfully announced.

I swat at his shoulder feeling his cheeks rise against my stomach. It astonishes me how he can go from this handsome strong man to this childish adorable man clinging to me in just a matter of minutes and I adore every bit of it.

"Get dressed and walk me back to my room." I nudge at his shoulders, although I want nothing more than to lay here with him all night.

"I don't wanna." I say and he squeezes me tighter. I can't help but giggle at his childish behavior.