Wings

Chapter 35: Together

**There's an awkward thing I need to mention before you begin reading. You can assume the nature of this chapter based off of how 34 ended so I need to point out that modern things aren't really available to them, which includes condoms so yah. And also, if you don't like smut kindly skip the first half of this chapter haha.

Also, sidebar/above has an edit of Harry!**

Harry didn't need anymore encouragement, his mouth on mine and his hands on my body. He sat up, bringing me with him, and we began undressing one another between hot kisses. I pulled his shirt over his head, my eyes pausing momentarily to look at his body, tattoos and scars combined into a collage of personal history. I ran fingers down his torso and he hissed, head falling to my shoulder. It was amazing that such a simple touch could bring him pleasure, just my finger pads on his bare skin, but then again he did the same thing to me. Even now when his broad hands rested across my back, pressed to the skin, my heart fluttered and my stomach did flips.

With his head on my shoulder, it was only too easy for him to attach his lips to my skin, sucking and pulling blood to the surface. I gasped, the sensation an inexplicably amazing feeling. My nails dug into his biceps and he pulled away, a mark left and a smirk on his cheeky face.

I pulled him back into a kiss, skipping the usual politeness and just tangling our tongues immediately. Sat in his lap, I rolled my hips, eliciting a low groan from him. Hands on my hips, he gripped tightly and I couldn't help but wonder if I would have bruises from his long fingers.

The nerves truly set in when his hands pulled the waist of my pants, a silent instruction seeing as our lips were still connected. I navigated my way out of them with Harry's help, both of us trying to keep kissing but sometimes having to break to see what the hell we were doing. In this fashion, we both ended up in the bare minimum clothing, only bottoms. My heart was skipping beats as Harry's eyes trailed down me then pulled me flush to his body and hungrily kissed me, his movements aggressive in an intoxicating way. I kissed him back and this time when I rolled my hips, grinding our barely clothed selves together, his hips bucked up automatically and he let out an incredibly deep moan.

His hands roamed their way to my chest, one massaging me and causing me to break the kiss and tilt my head back. Harry didn't miss a beat as he simply moved to my collarbone, his lips a ceaseless machine.

"Kari," he whispered against my skin.

"Harry," I lightly moaned, my hand tangled through his hair.

He began pushing me back down to the mattress and I knew this was it, my stomach full of hyper butterflies but my mindset completely about Harry; we both wanted this, and desperately at this point.

"Have you...done this before?" I asked, unsure if either of us had any experience.

"No," he admitted, "but we've got this."

His hands pressed into my hips again as his mouth moved back to mine, his fingers inching beneath my knickers. He hesitated as if making sure this was what I wanted and kissed him harder to let him know, quite possibly bruising both of our lips in the process. He swiftly removed them from my legs, tossing them out into the room to be found later. I followed suit with his boxers, pulling them down and kicking them from his feet with my own. He smiled against my lips as I fumbled with this, our legs getting tangled.

"You ready?" Harry asked breathlessly, holding himself above me with an arm either side of my head.

I nodded and then Harry dipped his head to kiss me as he pushed himself in the first bit. I tensed, an ache of pain appearing, and I closed my eyes.

"Relax," Harry whispered, pulling away to cup my face with one hand, stroking his thumb against my cheek. I took a deep breathe, trying to unclench my muscles and he slid the rest of the way in.