'Cause Nothing Feels Like Home (+Extras)

safiyya teaching harry arabic pet names

Anonymous said:

harry and saf make me so soft 🥺 it's so surprising and refreshing to see an egyptian MC. like I want harry to make me kofta and to call me habibti and albi and hayate ahhhh it's so cute

i wrote a blurb about her teaching harry how to say some cute names in arabic! feels fitting that i post it here! this is from when they first started dating!

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Safiyya moans softly as Harry's hands run over her shoulders, massaging the skin gently, careful of not applying too much pressure. She's completely relaxed into the mattress, moving her neck side to side for Harry to gain better access, thoroughly enjoying being pampered by her boyfriend. They'd decided to take a weekend off and rent out a hotel room, away from their friends, and their phones are on silent somewhere in the drawer beside them. Harry's been shy about his obsession about candles, but he's recently come out of his burrow, lighting two of them on each night stand to make this night even more special. Safiyya doesn't know if it's the right time to admit that his hands are not only doing wonders on her back, but also between her legs. She lets him run his hands all over.

They'd disrobed almost immediately upon entering, taking a shower together because Safiyya whined about how tense her shoulders were, which led to Harry insisting that he is the best masseur. She wasn't ever going to complain or resist, especially when she let the towel drop from her body and lay down on her belly on the bed. The candles were lit, Harry shoved his legs through his briefs, and now he had each knee on the side of her waist, massaging away at her back.

The moan she lets out triggers Harry, but he doesn't say anything about it, biting down on his lip and rolling his fingers against the tense muscles. What he chooses to say instead is, "Shouldn't overwork yourself, baby." It's a whisper, but she hears it, opening her eyes to glance back at him with a smile.

"Never overwork myself. It's just my bag that's heavy."

"So if I touch your neck, you won't be crying out in pain cuz you've been looking down at your laptop for hours daily?"

"...Perhaps I'll be a little tender."

"Mhm." He warms his hands up and drags his fingers up to her neck, still working in circular motions. "Does that hurt?"

"A little bit."

"Poor baby." He says it in a sweet voice, but still carries on massaging.

After a groan, she mumbles, "You say that a lot."

"Poor baby?"

"No, just baby."

"Does it bother you?"

She presses her face into the pillow and says, "Of course not."

"Would you like to be called something else?" Almost immediately, he changes into a more excited tone. "Can you teach me some Arabic words? Oh! Arabic pet names?"

She smiles, but it's hidden from him, so he doesn't see it, but she's positive that he can hear her smile in her words. Since the beginning of their relationship, she's been talking about her culture even more than usual only because he's been asking questions, which makes her happy because she's never dated a man who's been so interested in it. She tells him about Egypt (once she even swore she'd take him there in the future) and she had made a playlist of all her favorite Arab music. She's showed him movies and dances, and she's honestly not surprised that he wants to learn some words.

"What do you want to learn?" she says softly, turning her head, eyes closed. Harry pushes himself off her back and lays on her tummy beside her. He gently sweeps hair away from her face and presses himself closer.