Tiny Dancer

Chapter 6 - pancakes and bathtime

-Luci's POV.

I woke up with my face snuggled into Harry's neck and my leg cocked over his waist, his arms wrapped tightly around me, I've never felt so safe or wanted in my whole life. I feel as if he wants me, that he wants to be with me and I adore that feeling. His soft snores soon broke off and he spoke with his a.m.a.z.i.n.g.l.y hot, groggy morning voice.

"Are you awake?" he whispered pulling my body into his a little more, I didn't reply wanting this to last a little longer.

"Such a cute sleeper" I heard him mutter to himself, well at least he thought I was asleep and not totally faking it.

I fake 'stirred' in my 'sleep' which caused him to caress my hip with his free hand and coo "its ok" into my hair.

"Morning" I half-smiled lifting my head up slightly to get a view of that perfect face.

"Morning" he croaked, he's hot in the morning.

"What do you want for breakfast!" I giggled like a little girl.

"Pancakes!?" he grinned.

"Can we stay here for a little longer?" I whispered putting my head down and snuggling back into his neck.

"Okay" he whispered sleepily, his snores soon came close after. I slipped out of his arms and tip-toed into the kitchen trying not to disturb sleeping beauty, Nino hauled himself off of coach and trotted happily next to me.

"You hungry boo?" I cooed spooning his food out of the jumbo can and into his bowl before placing it down on the kitchen floor, I perched myself on the kitchen counter, facing away from Harry and the bed swigging cranberry juice out of the carton.

I popped off the counter to start making pancakes, I gently poured the batter into the pan when I heard light footprints, I grinned to myself knowing Harry was awake but chose to ignore him.

"I was cold without you" he whispered snaking his arms around my waist and perching his head on my shoulder, he was still only dressed in his boxers.

"Sorry baby" I whispered back, relaxing into him.

"Your forgiven" he mumbled into my neck, kissing it while he toyed with the strings on my pyjama shorts, I nudged his hands up to under my belly button, they were a little low for my liking.

"Sorry" he breathed converting his kisses into nibbles, causing me to moan quietly, trying to make sure he didn't hear.

"Oh we like that do we?" he laughed cockily, still nibbling on my neck.

"Yes" I blushed, turning the cooker off, I can't concentrate.

"That your sweet spot?" he asked, going back to soft kisses.

"My what?" I asked, reaching my hand back around to his hair, running my hand through his curls.

"Like a spot that turns you on, or your favourite place to be kissed" he breathed, his arms tightening around my waist.

"Er it must be, well done Mr.Styles, you found it" I giggled.

"You make me sound like a teacher Luce" he chuckled lightly.

"Well I'm a bit clueless when it comes to sex and stuff so you are teaching me Sir!" I smiled.

"I'd happily teach you" he said, his tongue joining his kisses slightly.

"Harry!" I gasped in a fake shocked voice, turning around to face him.

"Did I do something wrong?!" a panicked expression overwhelming his face.