The Adventures of Harry and Me (H.S.)

A New Sister

Our bodies come together with another thrust of Harry's hips. His fingers flick my clit fast, bringing me over the edge. My orgasm explodes through my body as I feel my fiancé's movements become erratic. His body jerks as he releases his seed, allowing my body to milk every drop that is available.

Our bodies crash to the bed, and his lips meet mine in a kiss that is soft and sweet. He brushes the hair out of my face and kisses my nose.

"Hey. I love yeh!" He smiles, and it melts me into a blissful puddle.

"I love you too." I lean up, rubbing my nose against his in an Eskimo kiss. Harry stands up from the bed, walking to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. I lie on the bed, holding my hand in front of my face, admiring the ring my fiancé gave me about thirty minutes ago.

Harry lifts the sheets up, and it startles me, my focus being on my finger, wiggling it back and forth. Harry slides his body into the bed and I turn towards him, throwing my leg over his thigh. I lay my head on his chest, tracing the butterfly on his chest with my finger that is sparkling with the engagement ring that is fresh on my finger. The diamond picks up the light from the lamp, causing it to twinkle as bright as the happiness I feel inside.

"Now that we are gettin' married," Harry's husky voice interrupts the blissful silence, and I know he is beaming as he mentions the fact that we are officially engaged. "Small ceremony? Or are we goin' big?" The butterflies in my tummy flutter with excitement at the thought of walking down the aisle in a beautiful white dress to marry my best friend.

"Hmmm." I hum;, my finger runs across the wing of his tattoo, the skin smooth under my finger. "Small, just our closest friends and family."

"I like the thought of that. Intimate." He replies.

"Special." I smile when I feel his hand run along the side of my body. The metal of his ring brushes against my skin every once in a while, and it makes me shiver at the sensation.

"The most special." Harry kisses my head.

"Can we go cake tasting?" My arm moves up on his chest, and I lie more on my stomach so I can look him in the eyes.

"Excited for cake, are we?" Harry chuckles when he sees the expression on my face that is a lot like a little girl's on Christmas morning.

"Of course. I haven't had sweets for ages. All thanks to you, Mr. Health Nut." I tap his nose, and it crinkles into the cutest nose scrunch ever to exist.

"We can go cake tasting. But only places that make healthy cakes. Maybe like a gluten-free carrot cake." I can tell he is taking the piss because of the cheeky smile that has appeared on his face. A laugh escapes him, and I roll my eyes at his crazy thought.

"London? Holmes Chapel? LA? Jamaica?" I ask, wondering his thoughts on location and where we will have this small beautiful ceremony.

"Manchester has lovely venues, but we could find something here too. As long as it is a quiet place I will be happy, if I'm being honest." He bites softly on his lip and it makes my heart warm with the amount of love I have for this man and everything he does.

"I agree. Somewhere that is quiet. I'm thinking England might be the place for that." My finger wraps around a curl, tucking it behind his ear. "Who are you thinking for your best man? Jeffrey? Mitch?"

"Um..." He pauses, thinking about my question. He looks up at the ceiling and I watch his face as he rolls the idea around in his head. "Do we want the wedding party small? Do yeh know who yeh want as yer maid of honor?" I release a rush of air before I answer his question.

"Do you think..." I bury my head in his chest, slightly nervous and embarrassed to ask the question I'm about to ask.

"Why are yeh hiding?" Harry looks down at me; his hands cup my face, tilting my head up so he can look at my eyes. "Do I think wha'?" His sweet smile comforts me and I feel safe and comfortable to ask my question.

"Do you think Gemma would mind if I asked her? You know, to be my maid of honor?" My fingers fiddle with the chain of his necklace. "I mean I know she isn't my sister, and I don't even know if she would want me to call her that; I don't have a sister, and I'm thinking it would be really special if I could share that with her, and you know I just love her so much but I don't know if she would be comfortable with me asking; it's a pretty big thing to ask and..." My rambling is cut off by my fiancé's lips against mine. His kiss is sweet and chaste. His lips are warm against mine and it helps me to take a deep breath. My insides are immediately calmed by his touch, and I know this is why I need to marry this man. He has this ability to make everything okay, and I feel extremely blessed to be the one to experience that.

"Hey. I love yeh." Harry whispers as he breaks the connection of our lips. "Darling, I think yeh need to breathe." He chuckles softly at my huge ramble. I take a deep breath in and when I blow it out my bangs move from the air. "Now, asking Gemma to be yer maid of honor? What's got yeh all nervous?"

"I don't know. Is that too much? Like what if she doesn't want me to think of her as my sister?" I bite my lip, my mind exploding with different scenarios of what he thinks her response might be.

"Oh darling. Gemma is so excited to have yeh as a sister. Did yeh know she helped pick out yer ring?" Harry asks.

"No, I didn't." I am shocked, and I look at my ring again in a different way. Gemma went ring shopping with her brother for my ring? I love their relationship.

"Mmmhmm, and I'll let yeh in on a little secret." Harry brings his voice to a whisper. "She loves yeh a lot. In fact I think she loves yeh more than she loves me." He is trying to make me laugh and he succeeds. I giggle softly into his chest, and I feel his arm wrap tighter around my body.

"That's not true." I say because I've seen Harry and Gemma together, and they are extremely close. The amount of love the two of them have for each other could fill oceans.

"She loves yeh a lot. She is very protective, and she approves. In fact, she approved after the first time she met yeh." His statement makes my heart swell with happiness at the fact that Gemma approved of me dating her brother all those months ago. "So to answer yer question, I think she will feel honored, darling. No need to stress. She will be delighted to have yeh as her sister. I'm sure of it."

"Thank you." I say softly, allowing my body to relax after his reassurance.

"Yer welcome. Now I'm thinking a sparkling Gucci suit? Maybe blue? Or pink?" His dimple flashes as his cheeky smile graces his face.

"No crazy suits. Save those for stage please." I state, patting his chest twice. "Unless it's your birthday suit. You can wear that one anyday." His laugh makes my body feel warm with happiness.

"Birthday suit. Check!" Harry lifts up the sheet, looking down at his body. We giggle and press our lips together in a kiss that is light and fluffy. His hands travel down my body, pulling me on top of his, and we connect for the second time as a newly engaged and very in love couple.