Rewrite the Stars (A Harry Wells x Reader Insert)

Chapter 11

~Her~

I swayed and hummed the tune we'd danced to while getting myself ready for bed in the bathroom. It had to have been the best night of my life. Harry did everything for me, and I was on cloud nine. No one had ever done something like that for me before. So thoughtful and caring and utterly magical.

Harry hadn't said anything in a little while, and I knew he was exhausted now. I could tell he'd been fighting off sleep all the way back from Central City. Finishing up, I exited the bathroom and went to see if he was alright in the next room.

And what I saw made me so happy.

Harry rested up against the headboard of the bed and was under the covers. His bare chest moved slowly up and down in his peaceful sleep. Finally. This man never seemed to give in to sleep - a total workaholic - and now here he was.

I moved around the bed and went to sit down beside him on the edge of the mattress, not able to wipe the smile off of my face. Seeing him like this, this whole evening together; I wasn't sure that anything was capable of taking my smile away.

Sighing contentedly, I brought my hand up, kissing two of my fingertips before gently touching them to his slightly parted lips.

He still didn't stir, so I leaned in to kiss his cheek gently. My eyes then flicked to his lips on their own accord.

Do I dare?

I hesitantly hovered mine mere inches in front of his, but I couldn't resist them any longer. I'd never, ever, broken this rule for a client. But he was my one exception in everything, it seemed.

I brushed my lips so delicately against his, butterflies flitting about in my stomach as I did. I couldn't help but be a little hesitant. I hadn't kissed anyone like this in so long, I'd become a little self conscious about it. But then I put a little more meaning into it, feeling how soft his lips were against mine. The feeling was indescribable.

Harry startled awake, and that's when my heart stopped. I pulled away with wide eyes at being caught breaking my own rule as his own blinked to understand what had just happened. I couldn't think of anything to say, so for a moment we just stared at each other. But then Harry seemed to find himself and leaned forward, taking my face in his hand and pressing his lips against mine again. Hard and desperate, like he'd been waiting for this, and deep down, I knew he had. But he'd let me make the first move, which made me want this even more. Made me want him even more.

Our mouths seemed to move effortlessly together like we were in sync. I held on to his muscular upper arms as we explored one another with each kiss. I let my hands wander up his warming skin, up to wrap around his neck. Harry did the same, holding me as if never wanting to let me go.

I'd forgotten how this could feel. It did make it more personal, and I found I wanted that with him, more than anything. This was exposing myself in a whole other way to the one I was used to, but he just made it feel easy.

Harry carefully lowered me down to lay on the mattress, hovering above me, with his lips never once leaving mine. I felt his hand glide up the side of me in my nightdress, but what I needed was to feel him on my skin. Lifting the article up and over me, I bared myself to him. His eyes twinkled like the city lights outside our window.

"You're so beautiful."

He looked at me like I was so precious to him, and I savoured every glance. I brought him down, our noses brushing against each other and his bare chest pressed against mine. One of his hands ran up my thigh, as the other settled back on my cheek.

"Kiss me again," I told him, and Harry did just that, only with such heat and passion that my need for more, for him, became overpowering. I moaned into his mouth.

"Harrison..."

He took his hand from my thigh to push his boxers down and off his body. His hard excitement pressed against me and I let him remove the last lacy article from me. I felt heady from the slow, careful manner in which he did. Never had I wanted something so bad.

Harry gazed down at me and brushed my hair from out of my face.

"Do you have protection?" he breathed, and I nodded, indicating with my head to the bedside table. He leant over and grabbed one of the packets next to my phone before tearing it open. I then took the condom from him and rolled it onto his hard length, watching the way his eyelashes fluttered as I touched him.

With that in place, I laid back on the bed and I let my hand come up and caress his cheek, looking into his blue eyes which held so much emotion in their depths.

I pulled him close for another kiss as I felt him push against my entrance. My head tilted up when he entered me, exposing my neck to his lips. Harry kissed me everywhere, every patch of skin, while his rolling hips made me eager for more of what he had to give to me.

I wrapped my legs around his middle, pushing my hips up to meet his thrusts each and every time with little moans of pleasure escaping me. His lips kissed up my neck and across to my own again. Now I'd broken my rule, I knew we both wanted to experience what we'd been missing out on so far as much as we could.

I don't think we could have been closer, both physically and mentally. Our chests brushed together with each motion Harry made inside of me, creating a bigger flame with each push. He read my body with such ease and surely knew by my tell-tale sounds how close I was and how good he made me feel.

I tangled one hand in his hair and the other trailed up his back, fingers digging into his skin.

"Ah, Harry, yes!" I said as I felt myself reach my climax, kissing him hard as I arched my back, pressing into his chest and he took me someplace that was just me and him, alone in our ecstasy. And then, something even more incredible happened.

We lost ourselves to each other, coming together at the same time. His forehead pressed to mine, his hand on the pulse in my neck. I cried his name repeatedly.

I took a series of long breaths to calm myself down when we'd finished, watching as Harry's eyes opened and focused on me. Neither of us moved for a minute, just catching our breath and savouring the feeling of each other before he finally pulled out of me and dealt with the condom.

I crawled back up towards the pillows, collapsing against them as Harry slid back into bed next to me. Our heads rested together on the same pillow. I felt his arms wrap around me from behind and his fingers traced light lines up my arm. I still had one foot set in our other world but was soon hurtled back to reality after he broke our comfortable silence.

"I love you," he said, his voice quiet and sleepy, but loud enough that I knew I hadn't mistaken it for anything else. My heart skipped a beat. Love? He loved me?

I was stunned. I didn't know what to say, so I didn't. I just interlocked his fingers with mine over my heart and listened to Harry's breathing even out as he succumbed to sleep once more.