Last First Kiss [H.S.]

Stray Dog

September 7th, 2013
Holmes Chapel, England

Emiliana's POV

The familiar smell of a home cooked breakfast fills my senses. I flutter my eyes open only to close them right back at the bright light shining through my now old room. I must've forgot to close them before Harry and I went to sleep.

Speaking of..

A low groan is heard and I look over my shoulder at the boy. His hair is disheveled from the many times I ran my hands through them and his eyes are closed shut. The only movement coming from is the tightening of his arm around me. Other than that I don't think he plans to move anytime soon.

I turn over so I'm facing him and giggle at his state. It looks a lot funnier when I'm not looking over my shoulder. He opens his eyes at the sound and frowns playfully, looking at me with narrowed eyes.

"Don't laugh" He whines, hiding his face in my shoulder. The action only makes me laugh louder. A sharp and quick feeling shocks me and I push his head away. I look down to where he lightly bit my skin, seeing a fading mark. I gape at him only to see his cheeky expression.

"That..That was not cool" I point my finger at him. He chuckles and moves down the bed, making straight eye contact. I look at him curiously and watch as he positions himself between my legs, his face aligned with my stomach. A jolt of excitement builds up in my stomach in anticipation, but I would never admit that.

He lifts my shirt up slowly so it exposes half my stomach. He looks at me with a devious smirk, his eyes grower a darker shade of green. I watch as he bends down, leaving short and sweet kisses down my skin. My jaw drops open at the sudden intimacy, my mind growing fuzzy at the feeling. As he gets closer to where my pajama shorts are covering me, he looks up with the same cocky look.

He knows what he's doing.

"What exactly do you plan to do to me while my mum happens to be not even twenty feet away" I raise my eyebrows, ignoring the extreme want for him right now. I don't feel comfortable doing anything with my mum or dad in the house.

"Oh baby, I plan to do a lot of things..If you let me of course" He looses the smirk and smiles sweetly.

"My mum-" I start to reason but he interrupts me.

"Give it a second" He says, pointing behind him. The moment he finishes that sentence, I hear the front door close and a car beep outside, indicating my mum left for work. My dad left a lot earlier in the morning due to his early schedule. Meaning we have the house to ourselves.

I look at him in complete awe, weirdly attracted to what just happened. The perfect timing he had for this was actually really hot and I don't even know why. After a moment we know my mum left the house for good and we're in the clear. Harry looks at me expectantly and sighs jokingly.

"But if you really don't want-" He says and starts climbing off of me. I scoff and pull his body flush to mine and grab his face, smirking while I do so.

"Oh just fucking kiss me"

The smell I sensed in the morning was indeed my mum making breakfast. After Harry and I got dressed for the day, we came out to see a plate of toast and bacon for the both of us and a note saying my mum and dad won't be home until late at night. They didn't exactly know we were coming home since it was a last minute thing, so they couldn't cancel whatever date night they had. I wouldn't want them to cancel anyways, it's sweet seeing my parents still so in love like it's the first time they said the words.