In case you don't remember, Harry and Safiyya are the characters from the marriage counselling fic, "'Cause Nothing Feels like Home".
Anonymous said: hi! i have an idea🥺 harry and safi's first time having sex since their break started and they're both nervous but it's super emotional and passionate
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Harry sits on the edge of the bed as he watches Safiyya undress, unsure if he should be helping her or keeping his distance. It's not as if this is unfamiliar territory. He's undressed her way more times than he can count, feeling her smooth skin under his fingers, caressing every crevice and dimple in her back, pressing his lips to her soft hair as he tugs her closer and closer until there's not even an inch between them. He's reminisced about the times during this break from sex, thinking about how pliable she could be, flexible and ready in his arms as he would be in hers. Her arms around his neck, his around her waist, bring her to his lips over and over for those intoxicating kisses he just can't get enough of. Yet, despite all that, he's still hesitant right now, unsure if it's morally right that he's staring at the dip of his wife's breasts.
He tears his eyes and ends up looking at the ground, smiling at the way she wiggles her toes nervously. He presses his socked foot over hers to relax her and her foot goes limp under his.
"Are you okay?" Safiyya asks him, reaching out to gently push his hair away from his forehead in an effort to not only give him better access to his sight, but to also force him to glance at her. When he does, the smile she presents him with is so sweet and bright, he can't help but grab the hand that's in his hair and pull her into his chest. She stumbles a bit, but he catches her, seating her in his lap. He leans back on his palms and sends her a crooked smile.
"I'm very okay. What about you?"
"Never been better."
"Are you sure?"
"100 percent."
"You look pretty."
They both glance down at her new pink bra. "Yeah, I think I look pretty good in it."
"You do," he tells her quietly, threading his fingers through her hair. "Like an angel."
"How funny that we're going to be doing some very unholy things."
He laughs, leaning in to give her a soft kiss on her nose. "Are you sure you're ready?"
She cups his face, nodding excitedly. His heart throbs at the sight of her enthusiasm, and when she asks him the same question, his reply is the same. If she weren't sitting on them, his knees would be bouncing with anticipation, fingers trembling, lips feeling as if they're a magnet, searching for the opposite pole. When they find it, he gently lays his mouth on hers, hand on her jaw, thumb caressing her cheek softly. They've kissed many times since their break ended, but they've always known that it would lead to nothing. This time, their phones are turned off, it's only eight o'clock in the evening, and there's no distractions laid out to make them anxious during the midst of this. She's got no work tomorrow, he's finalized his new manuscript with his literary agent. It's just her and him, in their house, with each other's company.
Harry's lit two candles and they rest on the side table. There's nothing more romantic to him, he thinks, as he kisses her again, smelling the sweet scent of peaches.
"I love you," he mumbles, dragging his lips down her jaw, tipping her head back with a push. To his delight, she accepts her new position. "I've missed you."
Her hands drag down her husband's chest, sliding back up only to begin unbuttoning his fastened buttons, The material is early parted by her hands, and she doesn't need to open her eyes to glance at his skin in order to explore him. Suddenly, her hands are anything but shy, roaming over his collarbones.
