First time it happens it’s the night they meet each other for the first time, talking drunkenly to each other until both are too giggly and flirty to care, and she tilts her head to the side because Harry wants to whisper something in her ear, but the second he touches her waist, pulls her closer, it’s like he forgets what he was about to say at all. Instead he kisses her earlobe, licks at the skin behind it, and sliding his mouth down to her neck a little, he sucks a hickey against it before any of them realizes what he’s doing. She laughs, palms his chest to pull him away, shakes her head and says, “No, don’t do that, people will notice.”
The second time, it’s two weeks later, when they’re on his hotel room and she’s kissing down his chest with their clothes lying on the floor. She looks up at him with raised eyebrows, and just like that, she sucks three bruises on his stomach. “One for revenge, one for the future, and one because I can.” He laughs and takes her mouth in his, before they end up fucking until they’re both too exhausted to move.
Third time, he’s eating her out, legs wrapped around his shoulders and back arching, and he sucks her thigh, hands trying to keep her hips steady, and it’s just to tease, really, but she smirks and it sort of becomes a ritual between them, leaving hickeys in places people won’t see, marking each other in secret.
They’re lying in bed one day, it’s a Tuesday and Taylor doesn’t like those. She sighs and glances at the clock on the wall, murmurs something about how she’s going to need to be leaving soon. But this is so much time later, this is when they both know this is coming to an end. It makes him feel like his stomach is sinking, every single time she leaves and he can’t bring himself to ask her to stay. Instead he kisses her, touches her softly, and his coded begging turns into him kissing her shoulder, licking at the skin until he’s sucking, leaving another hickey, another bruise, too obvious for most of her clothes to cover, too familiar for her to realize this one means something different.
She just sort of smiles, presses her lips against his before yawning and getting out of bed, looking for her clothes on the floor, preparing to leave.
Taylor never quite gets what Harry meant this time, how loud it was in his head: Stay, stay, stay.
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author- wolfgenes(ruperts)
original link for story
http://archiveofourown.org/works/2512436
