Primrose Path (A Harry Wells x Reader Insert)

Chapter 37

You are quite possibly having the greatest time of your entire life.

Harry makes sure that you both are kept busy, booking activities and excursions one after the other. There's not even time to think about anything awful that has happened in the past because you're so in the moment of whatever you're doing.

He has you zipline through the rainforest, soaring over the treetops and feeling the adrenaline as you feel like you're flying. Now that'd be a meta-ability you'd be up for, although you wouldn't give up your gift for anything.

Harry books a romantic dinner cruise on a boat that holds a two hundred person capacity, but in true Harrison Wells fashion, he arranges to have the vessel all to yourselves.

You watch the sunset over the ocean after you eat the fabulously prepared food. The sky leaves pink streaks and there's a slight evening breeze that feels amazing on your skin. You notice how the water twinkles in the sunlight and you're instantly reminded of Harry's eyes. Out on the deck, he hugs you from behind and you reach back to place a hand to his cheek. You keep thinking you know what love is, but there always seems to be a new moment with Harry that redefines the word.

On another gorgeous evening during your spectacular honeymoon vacation, you catch wind of a festival happening later that night.

"A festival? Oh, Harry, let's do that tonight!"

"Really? Because I was thinking we could stay here and... you know..."

"But we can do that any time. Come on, it'll be fun!"

The look on his face shows he thinks otherwise. You'll just have to show him a good time.

***

One thing is for sure - Harry can't keep his eyes off you in your short, bluish-pink dress with a ribbon tied around your waist. And much to his chagrin, neither can the other men present at the festival.

This sends him into a silent, fuming spiral which is almost unrecognizable to the average eye. But Harry is your husband and you know him better than anyone else, and you sense it's driving him off the wall.

Something else you've noticed throughout the evening is that his eyes have been almost constantly on your ass, and glaring at the other men doing the same. When he catches a few younger guys checking you out, Harry snakes a hand down to your bottom as you both walk past them.

"Harry," you whisper.

"Yes, Flower?" he says with a devilish smile masking as an angelic one, as if having his hand on your rear is a routine occurrence.

"As much as I love having your hands on me, we're in public. So you have about five seconds to take your hand off my ass, Mister."

It's clear to you he half wants to respect you, half wants to test your limits, here. You stop walking and give him a warning look. Harry bites his lip and now stares directly down at your chest, which is accented well beneath your outfit for the night. It's in this moment Harry squeezes your ass, eliciting a small squeak from you. You probably sounded like a squeak toy just then!

"Harrison Wells!" you scold, trying to keep your amused expression hidden.

"Sweetie... you know it's hard for me to keep my hands off of you," he tries to reason, "and my eyes. And the eyes of the other men here are just-" Harry makes a gesture. "I need to assert myself as your husband."

You suppose you can understand where he's coming from. You catch a few other men staring at you off to the side, trying to be subtle and failing miserably.