"What movie should we watch?" He asked as he scrolled through some pay-per-view.
"Magic mike."
He gave me a look and I smirked before shrugging, "You pick."
"What kind do you like?" He looked at me for a second and I shrugged again so he just picked one that he wanted to see and pushed play. It was a romantic comedy. Chances are I wouldn't watch it anyways because I'm sitting beside Harry and he's sexier than any guy you could find in a movie.
I caught onto the story line about half way through, it was about a girl who really liked her best friend and they end up falling in love. They were on a bed making out right now and ripping each others clothes off.
"It's gettin' pretty steamy up in here."
He put his finger up to his lips and shh'd me. Well then. He brought his attention back to the TV and I could tell he was completely concentrated on it. His eyebrows furrowed and his lips pouted slightly as he watched the people get under the blankets and start thrusting. Shit Harry did you secretly put on a porno.
The scene faded out and he looked at me with a smirk, "That was hot."
"Yeah I can tell you liked it." I glanced down at his lap and then back up at him and he looked down quickly to check if he had a boner.
When he found out he didn't he brought his attention back up to my face and gave me a dirty look, "You're not funny."
"I really think I am."
"You're not."
I put my finger up to my lips, "Be quiet Harry the movies still on."
He shook his head, amused and looked back at the movie. They were fighting now, surprise surprise. "I bet they're gonna have some angry sex now." I whispered.
"Is that like a fantasy of yours? Angry sex?"
"What? No." I looked at him. "Why?"
He shrugged, "You texted me once and told me that if we were dating we would have a lot of angry sex." He said. "Plus, I've read your fanfiction, remember?"
"Don't remind me."
"Are you actually ticklish on the inside of your thighs or do you just randomly add that to every story?"
"Shut up."
"Are you?"
"None of your business."
It was quiet for a few minutes before I felt Harry bring a hand down to my thigh. I looked up at him quickly but he kept his attention on the movie as he did it.
I squirmed and suddenly he was moving his fingers to the inside of my thigh and wiggling them around. I jumped and grabbed his hand. "Harry you ass." I tried to hold his arm back but he kept reaching to try and tickle me again. "Stop, please."
"Why?"
"Because I said so?"
"Not good enough." He smiled and put his hand on my thigh again.
Honestly Harry, I put it in my fanfictions for a reason. It's because it freaking turns me on. Not that I would tell him that though. I put my hand on his thigh too and he raised an eyebrow. "I'm not ticklish."
"Oh well." I said simply, keeping my hand there.
He started to wiggle his fingers on my inner thigh again and I moved on top of him, straddling his legs and holding both of his arms down as best as I could. "Stop."
"My clothes look good on you." He said randomly. I looked down with a blush on my face and said a simple thanks before going to get off of him again. He stopped me though by bringing his hands to my waist and pulling me up higher so I was straddling his lap instead. I could feel myself getting wet, damn Harry.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
He shrugged, making me move a bit on his lap and I almost moaned but I controlled myself. "Can I kiss you?" He asked.
"What?"
"Your lips. Can I put mine on them?"
I sat there stupidly for a second before nodding. He sat up more and put his hands on my lower back before slowly bringing his face to mine. His lips gently touched mine and then when he was sure of himself he pressed them down and started moving. I closed my eyes and slowly brought my hands up to his shoulders, playing with the ends of his hair as he continued to kiss me. We kept our mouths closed so there was no tongue, but it was still amazing. He pulled away after a few seconds to take a breath. "Wow."
Our foreheads touched and I smiled slightly. "Yeah."
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Hehehehehe. Did you guys like this chapter or? It's a bit shorter but I just wanted to do a quick update and then I'll write another one tonight when I get home from work.
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