quarantine // h.s.

part 5 // talking

warning: dirty shtuff

the following night:

jess and i stumble out of the house onto the patio, already tipsy from the few drinks that we've had- just to the point of light giggles. the night air had a strong breeze and a chill to it, making it much too cold to take a night swim in the ocean.

"i propose the hot tub." she says and gestures over. i nod and follow her, pulling up the cover and making sure the bubbles are turned on. we climb in and the water feels warm and comforting.

soon after, ashton and penelope join us and kaleb, alex, and harry follow. harry sits diagonal from me across the hot tub, and every once in a while i'll take a sip from my glass and look up at him with doll eyes just to get under his skin. a scarf holds back his hair which has gotten quite long since the last time he got it cut. he smiles and lets out an awkward laugh when we lock eyes.

we all converse for a half hour or so, talking about old stories from this year and gossiping, as usual. ashton and penelope leave first with fingers interlocked. they've been getting extremely close- like sleeping in the same bed close. i chuckle at the thought of harry and i ever being that close. after another half hour or so, kaleb, alex and jess leave to find michael. jess gave me a wink on her way out as if she knew what she was doing.

"why are we always the two that are left?" i teasingly ask and look at him from across the hot tub. the neon lights give his normally tanned skin a purplish hue, and his skin glows from the dew of the water.

"somehow i always end up with you even though i wish it wasn't you." he jokes and laughs. i splash him, making him gasp. he swims across the hot tub over to me and pulls me underwater successfully although i attempt to fight him off. when i come up, he laughs and smooths my now drenched hair back. he then takes his hand under my chin and lifts my head up. our lips connect passionately and he moves his hand down to my thighs and guides legs to wrap around his hips. his touch on my legs feel like fire igniting under my skin and i lightly gasp from the touch. he sits and i straddle him, starting to feel his bulge grow beneath me. he moans as i run my hands over his trunks and i pull his length out of his trunks and begin jerking him slowly under the water. his chest rises up and down and he throws his head back in pleasure. i kiss up his glistening chest to his neck and suck lightly. he groans deeper and deeper the longer i suck his neck and as i go up to kiss on his lips, he takes me by the hips and flips me over.

"do you even know what you do to me?" he whispers in my ear before wrapping his hand around my neck and kissing me. he moves down to my neck and kisses it while rubbing me through my bikini bottoms. i breathe heavily as he removes the swimwear and lets them float up to the surface of the water. he runs his hands up my thighs, making me squirm. he drifts his hands over the area and i giggle and gasp.

"you tease." i pant.

"i want you to beg." he murmurs and my stomach stirs. something about him just gets me so worked up.

"please, harry. please." i whine and he smirks. he reaches down and presses the pad of his finger to my clit, moving it around in circles rhythmically. i moan at his touch and he then slips his middle and ring fingers inside of me, curling his fingers up to hit the right spot. as moments go on i begin to feel the heat in my abdomen build up and up. "fuck, harry" i groan. a minute or so later, my heart rate speeds up and my legs begin to shake. "i'm gonna-" i whimper and he responds "do it." i release and pant heavily. he brings his fingers up to my mouth and i suck them while he smirks.

"god damn." i pant and he smirks. we sit there giggling for a moment until a few people come out of the door. harry passes me my bikini bottoms to me under the water and i slide them up my legs quickly before anyone notices i'm commando. he glances at me and cheekily smiles. he stands up and places his hand out to gesture me to take it and we both climb out of the hot tub. we look down at his bulge that's showing throw this tight black swim shorts. "we'll take care of that later." i smirk.

"what are y'all doing out here?" ashton asks cheekily.

"talking." harry says.

"talking.... ah." ashton mocks and laughs. my face turns bright red and walks off to the beach with a few other friends.

"so i guess talking still includes you asking me to beg for it." i murmur.

"indeed it does." he smirks back.