Stir Me Up [h.s.]

six

It's the absence of warmth that causes Harry to wake in the middle of the night. He looks over to where he remembers feeling Willa sleeping against him, and finds that his bed is empty. The only reminder of her ever being in his bed is the crinkled sheets and the overwhelming smell of her shampoo on his pillowcase.

His eyes dart over towards the clock on his bedside table informing him that it's nearly five in the morning. He looks around a bit to see if she's crept into the en-suite attached to his bedroom, but he finds the light off and no sign of movement inside.

Harry's a bit bummed, to be fair. Although Willa never explicitly told him that she'd stay, he never would have pegged her to pull a runner in the middle of the night. Especially after the mindblowing sex they shared.

Or was it just mediocre for her? Harry thinks, silently cursing himself for underperforming in any sense. He can't really blame himself. He's been imagining Willa doing the unspeakable acts she performed on him a few hours ago for months now, so he can't really blame himself for finishing quickly.

Before he can mull over any other scenarios, the sound of bare feet padding against hardwood causes Harry's eyes to scan over the hallway. Willa approaches silently, tip-toeing into his bedroom wearing nothing but Harry's discarded white undershirt, falling against the middle of her thighs. Her hands are deep inside a box of Golden Grahams, and the sight is enough to cause Harry's heart to thump loudly in his chest, relief rushing through his veins.

He starts laughing, and immediately Willa locks her eyes on him, her chewing abruptly stopping. She swallows harshly before speaking. "I didn't mean to wake you! I was just, er, hungry." Willa holds up the cereal box slightly, and Harry just beckons her over with his outstretched hand.

"You gonna share?" Harry asks teasingly, and his just-woken-up thick voice is enough to cause her lower stomach to warm significantly in pleasure.

Willa giggles quietly before treading over to the bed, squeaking when Harry's arms wrap around her waist and she crashes into his lap, her legs slithering around his waist comfortably with the cereal box in between them.

He reaches his hand in and scoops out a large mouthful, before tipping the open box in her direction and allowing her to do the same. She's smiling through her chews, watching the way Harry's jaw works through crushing the cereal bits before his Adam's apple bobs with each swallow.

Suddenly, Willa isn't hungry for cereal anymore. She places the box on the ground near the bed, before wrapping her legs tighter around Harry's waist, settling herself lightly on Harry's lap. His hands wrap around her backside, his fingers squeezing the soft skin underneath her thighs, causing her to ground down a bit more against his hips.

"I don't think I'm hungry anymore," Willa says quietly, her hands falling comfortably around Harry's shoulders. She watches his lips form that crooked grin that makes her smile right back at him, and slowly his mouth starts to lean towards hers.

"Good, because I'm thinking there's other things we can be doing," Harry says against her lips, before pushing her closer to his half-hard bulge and licking his way into her mouth, groaning at the sugary flavor residing on her tongue.

"Yeah? What's that?" Willa's teasing and Harry's come to the conclusion that he quite enjoys her this way. Without answering, Harry reaches for the hem of his shirt and pushes it over her head, discarding it aimlessly on his floor.

"Whatever you want to do, Willa," Harry says earnestly, noting the way her eyes twinkle in the moonlight pushing through his window. She's beautiful, and he suddenly realizes that his statement was true.

He'd do anything she wanted, as long as she keeps looking at her the way she is at this very moment.

Willa somehow knows how he feels without him needing to express words. She can see it in his eyes, the same eyes that have looked at her for months through the crowded bar. And now that they're in front of her, staring at her with nothing but adoration and fondness, she's almost positive there's no other place she'd rather be.

"I want you," she whispers, closing the space between them with a kiss, meaning every word.