After him pulling off his pants, my eyes widened as I reached out to stop him, "For the love of God, please leave something on." I whispered. Harry chuckled and smirked, "Afraid you won't be able to handle Mini Hazza?" He said. I raised an eyebrow, completely unimpressed. "That's exactly what it is - mini." I said as I sat back in my seat. "What? I'll prove you otherwise." He said. I rolled my eyes and leaned on the window. "Lita!" He cooed in my ear, dragging out my name. I shook my head and squeezed myself closer to window. "Lita." He called once more. "What?" I screamed at him as I turned. What a mistake that was.
I jumped up in my seat, "Harry! Put that away! Now!" I whisper-yelled at him. Harry laughed and waved - with his hand, of course, me off. "Do you do this everywhere you go? Don't answer that." I said as I calmed and sat in my seat. I raised and eyebrow and slightly looked over at him, "Shouldn't you cover that, or somethin'?" I questioned. Harry smirked and shook his head as he leaned back and closed his eyes. "What did I do to deserve this?" I whispered.
"Sir? We need you to put on some pants."
Yes! Someone to bring in some order! I smiled to myself as I snuggled closer to the window, keeping my eyes on the exchange between Harry and the female flight attendant. He gave her a cheeky smile, which she gave a flirty smile and a blush in return. Annnd, I'm screwed. "Uh, excuse me! While you were caught up in being a whore on the job, you left out the part where he has to put on pants." I said as I sat up and turned to her. She jutted her hip out and glared at me, then smiled at Harry, "Can you come with me, sir?" She asked, then walked away with Harry. I smiled as I got comfortable and closed my eyes. "Mmm! Yes!" I heard. My face twisted in disgust as I realized what it was. God, take me now... I felt the plane shake and my heart raced. Just jokin', Jesus. The plane calmed and I relaxed. Soon, Harry came back - at least he had on pajama pants this time. I glared at him, "Did you seriously just do that?" I asked. He smirked and shrugged. I pushed his shoulder and rolled my eyes, "Pig." I replied. He chuckled and grabbed my wrists as we faced each other. "Lita, I didn't do anything. I promise. Besides, I kind of got my eye on someone." He said, then winked at me. I stared at him as he turned and closed his eyes.
Aw naw! I shook his shoulder as he turned over, "What are you talking about?" I asked as he turned and smirked at me, his dimples making my belly do flips. "Does it matter?" He asked. I glared and began to give him a piece - or more, of my mind. I immediately shut up as a pair of soft lips covered mine. I buried my hand in Harry's hair as he pulled my closer. As we pulled apart to take a breath...
I slapped him...
"Don't ever touch me again." I growled at him before hugging my pillow and closing my eyes. "I like it rough, babe." He remarked. I bit my lip - to keep myself from damning him to hell and because I kind of liked it.
