Harry Blurbs

Met Gala Loving

This story contains smut! 

"This looks so fucking hot, H." You finger traced the detail of the earring that adorned Harry's right ear, the bee that acted as a stud to the beehive-shaped dangly part feeling warm under your touch from being in his ear for so long. Harry shifted from under you, but the smirk on his face was evident-even in the dark space of the car you were in heading back to the townhouse with the only lights shining upon you being from the streetlights outside.

"Yeah?" You hummed against his cheek, your hot breath fanning against the expanse of skin, causing his eyes to flutter closed.

"Really fucking hot. Should wear earrings more often." Teeth nipped at his jawline as the car drove you home, the seatbelts holding you both in place were restricting your movements and you couldn't get your mouth anywhere else much to your dismay. "'T's not just the earring that looks hot though. I've wanted to jump your bones ever since you put this dammed outfit on."

Harry chuckled from beside you, his right hand moving further up your thigh towards your heat. You had previously removed your headpiece though was still sporting the pale blue, floor-length dress that Harry Lambert had picked out for you. Harry's hand was atop the material meaning that his fingers could only brush over your core, teasing you more than you ever thought possible.

You pressed a kiss to his chest over the white material of his second shirt of the night as he squeezed your thigh gently, looking directly into your eyes with a lick of the lips. He looked too good. The hand that was previously tracing the outline of his earring moved to rest in his hair above his neck, tugging lightly on the short curls as his eyes closed in relaxation. It had been a hard few months for him and you were well aware that he was thankful that it was over.

"Thank you for coming with me, dunno if I ever thanked you." His head turned to roll onto his shoulder so he could finally look at you, his eyes showing how drunk he had gotten during the after party, and his lips were a deeper shade of pink than they had been when you had first arrived. He grasped your right hand that had moved to grip his knee, holding it in both of his own before bringing it up to his lips where he placed a delicate kiss.

"There's no need to thank me, baby. I'd do it a million times over if you asked me to." You slowly rest your head on Harry's, breathing in the scent of his cologne and alcohol. "I'd do anything for you."

"Even marry me?" Nodding against his forehead you brought your left hand to grab his, entwining your fingers together but still seeing your wedding bands sitting in their rightful places upon your left hands.

"I did marry you, remember? Last summer we had the most beautiful ceremony in Sicily with our families there. Then we went and had the greatest party and danced all night." His eyes closed but there was the largest smile on his face. Your wedding day was the best night you'd ever had, dancing in the warm air of Italy while surrounded by your closest loved ones. Harry had danced with Anne at one point and the love that he showed her made your heart soar.

"Fuck, I'm so lucky. How did I get so lucky?" Rambling. A clear sign that your husband was drunk. After having one too many glasses of his favourite red, his pupils had dilated two twice their size, with his hands becoming more active trying to make their way around your body.

No more words were spoken between the both of you as Harry encapsulated your lips with his own, almost instantly trying to part yours so that he could brush his tongue against yours-a moan leaving his throat when you tugged on his hair once more. He must have found something funny about the situation as shortly after, giggles left him causing him to pull away from the kiss.