Cherry

11. strawberries on a summer evenin'

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Tastes like strawberries on a summer evenin'

And it sounds just like a song

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this is your smut warning. it's my first time writing smut so pls go easy on me. also there is a gif. it's not very graphic but enjoyyy.

Cash

Harry and I were really getting along. I don't know why I figured everything would be different but nothing was, really. I mean he still had his stupid jokes, I still had my sarcastic remarks. We had grown so much but the little things that made us—us, are the same.

"Babe, did you want to watch this tonight?" Harry asked walking into his living room wearing sweatpants and no shirt, he was testing my self control. He was holding up a DVD box set of a British TV show called Spooks. I nodded and smiled as he put the DVD in the player. 

Harry and I had opted for less public dates. I was never a fan of prying eyes and we respected each others privacy too much. Of course paparazzi already had pictures of us going to and from each others houses so rumors were already spreading of a rekindling romance between us. We stayed silent.

I enjoyed our days in together. Truthfully I had been neglecting some much needed work. But, I wanted to prioritize what is important to me. I love my job but my personal life will always come first so I chose to spend more time with Harry. 

It was going quite well. We had spent a few days together and they mostly consisted of finding a new rhythm in our relationship. How far we were willing to go. It had been almost 2 weeks since he slept in his car in my driveway which I still thought was crazy but it brought us back together so I wasn't going to complain. 

We spent a lot of time at the Cottage and we hung out with Mitch and Sarah. It felt like old times, like no time had passed at all. Except right now I could feel the weight of our time apart. As he sat next to me pulling me into his chest as we watched the TV. I was just in leggings and a cropped shirt while he didn't have a shirt on. 

The sexual tension was always thick between us. I wanted to take my time adding the intimacy back. That was one area Harry and I never struggled and I wanted to be able to make sure we had a good foundation before having sex. 

But, that didn't mean we couldn't add other types of fun to our relationship. I missed Harry so much, I missed his body and how we responded to each other's touches. 

Maybe I was feeling bold today, I can't really place why, other than I wanted him. I guess sometimes I wanted to feel wanted in that way. It had been so long and I don't want Harry to get bored with me. 

There's the insecurity again. 

My hand was already placed on his thigh and I began to rub my thumb against the fabric of his sweatpants softly before moving my hand up and down. His breathing became uneven and I continued to trail my hand higher and higher on his thigh. 

"What are you doing?" He asked breathlessly.

"Just watching the show." I said continuing to look at the screen. 

He didn't say anything else as I continued to tease him slightly. What I wasn't expecting was for him to move so quickly pushing me down on the couch and hovering over me causing to gasp and laugh at him.