Author's Note: So something came to mind when I saw this picture and I decided to write it. xxx M. Read at your own discretion. NSFW
Another one. Another one. Another.
I continued to scroll down my twitter feed as pictures of Harry started to show up from tonight's award show. Of course Harry invited me to go with him yet I chose not to. I would have loved to go but I wasn't feeling getting dressed up and having cameras in my face tonight. I soon started to regret my decision. Seeing Harry in striped grey suit looking all handsome made me feel slightly turned on. I didn't wish I was with him at the show. Instead I wished he was here with me. I wished I was straddling him, both of us with no clothes on. I wished I would be treated tonight as an award he had just won, relishing and touching it at every curve and handle. But he's not. He's probably getting drunk with other musicians while I'm stuck at home sitting in our bedroom's red chair.
I sighed, getting up and heading toward the bathroom. I took off my clothes and stepped inside the shower. I twisted the shower handle, letting water hit me. Maybe a hot shower could take my mind off Harry for a short while. It was no use. By the time I was lying in bed, I couldn't go the sleep. No matter how many times I turned in bed, I couldn't shake off my thoughts about Harry off. I decided to stay awake in bed, contemplating about all of my sexual fantasies. It was a quarter to eleven when I heard footsteps. Probably Harry, I thought. I turned on the bedside light and looked to the bedroom door. I was right. Harry walked in, leaning on the door. He was still dressed in his suit.
"Yeh' still up?" Harry asked, surprised.
"I couldn't go to sleep" I said. "I kept thinking about you"
"Me'h? Why?" Harry asked as he walked toward the bed. "Because I didn't win?"
"At first I didn't" I said, smirking.
Harry sat on the edge of the bed close to where I laid.
"At firs't?" He asked. "Am I missing s'omething?"
I smiled, leaning in to kiss him. His lips tasted like whiskey.
"I was sitting down and I saw photos of you dressed up and I couldn't help but feel ...horny"
"Horny?" Harry chuckled out, mocking me.
"It's not funny!" I nudged him.
"Didn't say it was" Harry said, scratching his neck.
I squinted my eyes at him, not believing what he said.
"Sorry" Harry apologized. "Can I make it up?"
I smirked. An idea hit me. What if it was as earlier tonight? Instead of me being alone sitting in that red chair, it could be both of us. After all, Harry did say he loved it when things got kinky.
"Yeah" I said. "You can"
I stood up from the bed.
"Cmon" I pleaded
I pushed Harry down to sit on the red chair I sat on earlier tonight. He gave me a confused look.
"Not on the bed?" Harry asked.
"Nope" I shook my head.
I sat down on his lap, letting my legs fall against the sides of the chair. I preceded to kiss him with one of my hands finding its way into his hair, playing with his soft untangled curls. I lightly tugged on his strands as I felt Harry's hands caress my body. My lips trailed down from his lips to his jawline. Before I could reach his neck, he did so first. His wet mouth pressed against my neck was a sensation like no other. His kisses was like no other. I was in a trance whenever I felt his lips press against mine or my skin. I was in awe. His kiss electrified me, craving more and more of him. I needed more of him.
