Waiting to Exhale [Larry S. Alpha/Omega Dynamics]

Carpe Diem

-Louis

The alarm blast along with the six ㏂ traffic and I'm unfortunately woken from my sleep. Though I am immediately distracted because Harry is wrapped around me like the finest silk.

His luscious curly-haird head on my chest also with his leg draped over me, holding me down. He's still asleep, and boy am I warm. Ignoring my discomfort, I ran my fingers through his hair. He stirred but didn't wake.

Score

Tentatively I run my hand down his back and my fingers are scorching hot from the contact. He shift slightly and groaned in his sleep and I think it's very adorable the way that his brows draw together and his nose flare as he exhales deeply.

Reaching up, I stroke his head, running my finders deep in the addictive curly mess again. I lean forward and softly kissed his forehead head. He moaned softly. Another kiss and his eyes opened. He looked down and frowns before pulling himself off of me and settling at my side.

"Sorry. I'm a cuddler." He mumbles.

"I noticed." I laughed softly while he watched me.

"That's such a beautiful sound." His voice was gruff and laced with adoration.

He shifted his body and it's then that I feel his erection pressed against my hip, digging into me.

My eyes widen and he smiles, eyes golden and blown, but full of humor. He swivel his hips in small figure eights, grounding himself against my hip and I exhaled sharply. He groaned in my ear.

"There's so much we can do with this Louis," Oh, the possibilities! 

"but I think it's best we wait until next month." He kisses my ear softly and pulls his body away from mine leaving me hard, hot, and wanting.

"Is your mum going to come knocking, or.."

"She goes to work for (5:00㏂) She should be gone by now." I grumbled and sat up just as Harry did.

"You're very hot." I whisper as I try to gather my wita from my post traumaticly hot state. He smirks.

"Your not too bad yourself." I flush. That's not what I meant.

It's (6:15㏂) and I wonder why it's so bright outside. The thought leaves as quickly as it came because Harry gets in front of me, gloriously naked from the waist up with more ink that I can count. Under the haze of the night, I haven't seen them clearly. Now they are on full display before me.

"You okay?" I nod, still lost at mind and of course he notices, I am an open book to him. He moves on top of me, pressing me into the mattress. His eyes are on mines, warning me in a sense and automatically I cower into the pillows. He strokes his nose against mines.

"Don't be afraid of me Louis, I won't hurt you." He whispered and kisses me lightly, morning breath at the back of our minds. I nodded, murmuring a soft 'okay'.

For a moment he just watches me and I'm immobilized. This is what he does to me-takes my body and possesses it so that I think of nothing but him. His magic is powerful, intoxicating. I'm a butterfly cought in his net, unable and unwilling to escape. I'm his...completely his.

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I'm standing at my chest of drawers, staring at my mirror, trying and failing to fix my terrible bed hair. I'm on simple jeans and a 'Forever Young' cotton tee. Harry, freshly showered is stood behind me. He wraps his arms around me, spinning me around. His mouth softly closes on mine, coaxing, coercing my lips apart as his arms hold me close, pulling me to him. His hands moves up my back, fingers tangling in the hair at the back of my head and tugging gently while his other hand flattens on my behind, forcing me against him. I moan softly.