A Moment in the Crowd

Chapter 49: Steam

"Harry we have to talk about this."

I break the frantic kissing to tell him what my mind seems to be forcing me to. My heart is beating out of my chest, clearly signalling that now isn't the time for my brain to interrupt.

"Do you want to talk?" He asks me through barely open eyes, nudging closer to my face as we lie next to each other, both completely and totally exposed to the other.

By now we're both dry, somehow the kissing had lasted so long that we let the time slip slowly through our frantic touches.

"I... I don't know. What are you planning on doing?" I ask him, and he rearranges the towels underneath us. We both climb under the covers to hide our bodies from the chill of the room.

"I'm not planning anything Lily. We don't have to do a single thing, I promise you. I just needed to be here." He says, and looks up at my eyes, his face so close to mine I can feel the body heat that radiates from him.

I feel his fingertips brush the bottom of my thigh, right above my knee, and he slowly travels the length of my upper leg. His hands move to my stomach and up to my chest until they reach my face where he looks into my eyes with his own.

"Lily, if all you'll let me do is this, I would never complain." He whispers before placing a light peck on my temple. My eyes instinctively close, my heart beating uncontrollably out of my chest. As Harry rearranges himself closer to me on the bed, I hear the mattress squeak in protest and I let out a light chuckle.

"This bed doesn't seem to like me very much." He says and I let out an even louder chuckle.

"Well, I like you." I tell him, and he snaps back to a serious demeanour.

"You do?" He asks, lightly, like he's treading in deep water and needs to be careful to whatever lurks beneath him.

"I do Harry, I really do. I just can't see it working out in the long run." But by the end of my sentence, Harry is furiously shaking his head.

"No, no, no. I don't want to hear about the bullshit long run. What do you want now? Right this second, what do you want?" He asks in a fierce demanding tone that is a force all on its own.

"I... I just want to..." Harry's whole body softens, and he leans closer to me while I attempt to answer his question. He pecks at the base of my neck with his lips, murmering to me all the while. "What do you want, Lily? What do you want..."

"You." I say breathlessly and grab him by the back of his neck before forcing his lips back onto mine. The heat from the steamed shower may have evaporated into the room, but the heat between the both of us is nothing but intensified.

He runs his hands up my thigh again, but this time he stops right before my stomach. He pauses for a moment to look at me, and I frantically nod my head, which gives him the absolute free will to do what he wants. When I feel his finger slowly pumping in and out of me I can't help but let out a light moan, which gradually becomes louder and louder as he continues.

Eventually I can barely hold myself together, and I stop only to grab him which forces a small moan to escape from Harry's own lips. Amidst the feeverish touches, the distinct need of one for the other, the growing moans between the both of us, I find myself letting go of every insecurity. Every little piece of confidence I've ever had surfaces and I find myself feeling the most beautiful I've ever felt, solely from the touch and need of Harry, and his hands grasping at my body, somehow attempting to memorize every crease of it.

"Fuck, Lily I love you." He says, and we both pause to look at each other.

He's never said that he loves me before.

"I love you too, Harry." I tell him, somehow with the utmost confidence that every word I mutter is laced with nothing but complete honesty and vulnerability. The shaky breath that Harry lets out before kissing me again gives me the indication that he felt the exact same way.

Through frantic and sparked touches, I find myself grasping at Harry to come closer to me, to allow our bodies the ultimate act of closeness. Right now, I can't seem to get him close enough.

"Harry..." I say, panting all the while through red and swelling lips. He looks at me, intently, breathing just as fast as I am. "Do you have a condom?"

He looks around the room and quickly jumps out of bed.

"In my bag, in the car." He mumbles and then realizes somewhere in the middle of the room that not only is he naked, but it's also way below zero outside.

"You might want to cover your ass... literally." I tell him before pulling the covers over my mouth to stiffle the few giggles that I can't help escape my lips.

"Well aren't you clever." He says with a small grin, putting on the clothes from the floor. He runs outside in nothing but his jeans and a t-shirt, and within seconds he's rushing back into the room.

"Bloody hell is it cold outside." He says shaking his mess of curls to dust off the snow, and then turning to see me in the exact same position. He ruffles through his bag and pulls out the condom. My heart races at the sight of it, merely for what it represents.

He rushes under the covers and proceeds to steal all of them, leaving me completely exposed once again in the cold air of the motel room.

"Harry!" I squeal and attempt to cover myself from the cold.

"Oh, I'm sorry did you want some?" He says sarcastically with a grin on his face and I laugh before forcing back my half of the covers.

He seems to giggle along with me for a bit, before moving close to my face again. When our eyes meet, the giggling ceases and I'm left breathing in time with him. His demeanour becomes serious, and he leans in to kiss me gently.

"Are you sure you want this?" He asks, and I mull the question over in my mind. I honestly begin to wonder if one day this moment could ever become a regret. The only hesitation comes from my head, but every other fiber in my body tells me that I could never regret what I'm about to do with Harry.

"I'm sure." I say, letting out a shaky breath.

He smiles down at me, and then turns under the covers, rearranging himself as I hear the condom wrapper rip open.

When Harry leans back on top of me, despite the cold from the motel room, I can feel the heat coming from his body and mine, mix together. It's a strange sensation, knowing that I could possibly want to be this close to someone. It's even stranger knowing that it's Harry...

"I love you Lily Delcourt." He whispers to me, and the shock of the words that only just fell from his mouth a few moments ago hit me again.

"I love you too." I tell him, honesty and vulnerability laced in every word.

For the time being I'm going to be writing and updating much more on The Saint's Lips, which is also a Harry fanfiction. If you'd like you can go read it! :)