Shadows Settle on the House - Zarry

iii.

"I missed this so much," Harry gasps out, pulling Zayn down for a kiss. Zayn just nods into the kiss, pulling Harry's hips closer and pushing his right leg down towards his belly, hitting a new angle that nearly makes Harry scream.

Twelve years of marriage, two children and the sex still isn't boring. Harry's not sure whether he should be happy about it being some sort of a mythical achievement for married couples, especially parents, or if it's just a normal thing for people who don't fall out of love.

This is the first time they're fucking in their new bedroom, their new house. Almost three weeks of living there and this is the first opportunity they've had. The kids are at their neighbours' house, this lovely couple with three kids, all between Jasper and Delilah's age. Hanna and Brett said it was fine for the kids to hang out together, to meet some new kids before they start school again. The move consumed all of their free time because there was always something that had to be dealt with. The library, Delilah's nightmares, Jasper's creepy stories that he just refuses to let go. It's been a lot more stress than they've anticipated.

"I can't believe the last time we fucked was in our old house," Harry moans. "I hate moving. I'm never doing it again. Finally got my dream colonial in the suburbs and we're not going through that moving bullshit again."

"Sometimes I feel like-" Zayn grunts as he fucks into Harry harder, making them both moan loud enough that the kids would hear them if they were home. "Sometimes I feel like you love this house more than me."

"Nonsense," Harry chuckles and kisses Zayn. "I can't have sex with a house. You've got some invaluable qualities that this beauty of a property doesn't."

Zayn smiles into the kiss. "You're insufferable."

"That's why you married me, baby," Harry bites his lips lightly.

"I love you."

"I love you too," Harry gasps out. He wraps his arms around Zayn's shoulders, pulling him down to his chest. The rest of the room is visible to him now and Harry closes his eyes after watching how their bodies move together under the blanket. It doesn't take long before they're both coming. Harry digs his blunt nails into the skin on Zayn's shoulders and he opens his eyes, gasping with a near shout. But not just because of the orgasm.

Harry blinks a few times and the figure that was standing at the foot of their bed disappears. He's left with a racing heartbeat, the rhythm even quicker than what it usually is after a stimulation such as an orgasm. His breathing is off too because it doesn't slow down even after minutes. Harry knows what's happening around him, notices Zayn pulling out and plopping down on his side of the bed. He's aware of Zayn's stare and his calm breathing but Harry just can't take his eyes off of the spot where he saw the figure.

"Baby? What's up?"

Harry blinks, turning his head to look at Zayn. "Nothing."

"You were just... staring off into the distance. Are you okay?"

"No, yeah I'm fine," Harry smiles shakily. "Just... thought I'd seen something."

"What?"

Harry grins, shaking his head to get rid of that stupid vision. "You fucked my wits out of me, I thought I saw a fucking figure at the end of our bed. Or a ghost, as Jasper would say."

Zayn breathes out a laugh, looking at Harry with doubt. "Haz, you sure you're fine?"

"Yeah," Harry says and he pushes Zayn down, lying his head on his chest. "I'm probably just tired or dehydrated. Or Jasper's gotten into my head with those ghost conspiracy theories."

"If you're sure, babe," Zayn says. His hand easily finds a spot in Harry's hair, his fingers twisting the curls around as always.

"I'm fine," Harry assures him and kisses the skin on his pec. "Don't get too comfortable because we have to change the sheets before we go pick up the kids."

"And here I thought we'd have time for a round two."

Harry clicks his tongue. "The world's cruel, baby. Gotta get used to it."

"Yeah, it is. Especially since I've got you here with that body when I could you lay you down and eat-"

"Daddy!"

Their heads whip to the door and then they're scrambling to cover themselves with the blanket properly. Delilah's standing there with a wide smile, one hand on the door handle and another on the doorway.

"What's up, sweetie?" Harry says breathlessly, attempting to sit up without flashing any nudity or the come drying on his belly. "We would've picked you up. Where's Jasper?"

"In his room," Delilah answers. "What were you and dad doing?"

"We, we were uh-"

"We were having a sleepover, honey," Zayn answers for him.

Delilah frowns, dropping her arms down along her body. "Why didn't you invite me?" she stomps. "We haven't had a sleepover together in ages. You promised we would watch Moana together after my bedtime."

"We're so sorry, honey. We didn't want you to miss the fun at Mr. and Mrs. Peters today," Zayn says. "We'll make it up to you."

"Yes, we can watch Moana tonight," Harry continues. "We'll make popcorn and you can stay up after your bedtime. We don't even have to invite Jasper this time."

"Jasper is too old for our sleepovers, Daddy," Delilah says, the frown still on her face. "He says it's not fun anymore."

"Okay, it'd be just the three of us then," Harry tries with a smile. He wants to desperately cuddle Delilah to get that frown off of her face but he can't exactly do that with his dick out, can he?

"Can Elsie join us?" Delilah asks.

Harry turns his head around to look at Zayn, having a silent conversation in a language that parents just have to speak. Zayn shrugs helplessly and Harry rolls his eyes before looking back at Delilah with a smile.

"Of course she can, Lila," Harry says. "As long as her parents don't mind."

Delilah finally smiles, the frown disappearing completely. "Her mommy's around sometimes, she says. I don't know what she means but I think it will be okay."

Harry and Zayn start just nodding, lost at what to say to their child about that.

"Thank you, Daddy. Thank you, Dad," Delilah shouts before closing the door loudly and leaving.

"Oh, fuck," Zayn says.

"'Oh, fuck' is right," Harry sighs.

He really fucking hopes Delilah doesn't start having tea parties with Elsie's mommy as well. Or that she decides to join in on their family dinners.