The Firsts

The First Time

+ : a break in the story; a time jump.

and i'm too lazy for italics bc tumblr ignores formatting that i do in Docs so sorry i give up

WARNINGS: Smut at last ;) and some angst and sad because that's the name of the game by now

WORD COUNT: 20.1k words (LETS GOOOOOOO!)

SONG: The Riff Off from Pitch Perfect

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"We will never be the same again. But here's a little secret for you—no one is ever the same thing again after anything. You are never the same twice, and much of your unhappiness comes from trying to pretend that you are. Accept that you are different each day, and do so joyfully, recognizing it for the gift it is. Work within the desires and goals of the person you are currently, until you aren't that person anymore, and everything changes once again."

— (Cecil, Welcome to Night Vale, Episode 75)

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"Your face is dusted with golden sunlight and your eyes are full of stars. I look at you and see everything good in the world."

- Unknown

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"Shit!"

"Harry!" it comes out as a laugh, and grows into one that racks my whole body.

"Don't be a sore loser!"

"'s a good thing yer snorts are cute," he snickers, flinging a wooden tile across the table with a sigh.

"Hey!" I exclaim in protest, jabbing my foot at his thigh inprotest.

"Woman, I swear t' God," he begins with raised brows and perturbation in his voice. "If yer foot had been three inches t' tha left, you would've been in so much trouble."

"Oh, would I now?" the words are coated in more teasing than Ihad intended.

My foot carries bravery too as it tip toes across his crotch, carefully pressing on the softness between his legs. An exhale leave his lips, like a bull preparing for attack, and then he's grabbing my foot and standing on his feet. And I'm running.

"Becks," he warns, the sound of my feet slapping wood framing his words. "Yer only gonna make it worse by runnin' away, love!"

"No, not if I get away from you!" my disagreement sounds more like a question than a confident statement.

"And where will ya go, hmm? Are ya plannin' t' run tha whole way back t' London?" my breaths are heavy and labored as my body stills, and fights to stay still behind the door. "There's n'body 'round t' save ya."

"Ah!" I scream when his face peeks around the side of the door. Gasping next, I make a run for it, but I'm not quick enough.

"Rememba who yer dealin' with here, darlin'," he quips, his arms already around my waist. My squeals and squirming do nothing to deter him, and he continues to carry me with my feet above ground.

"And who's that?" I groan when my back kisses the surface of the mattress. His face comes back into view but it jumps around as I bounce on the bed.

"Tha tickle monster!" he says in a funny voice, dimples ready and steady.

"Harry, no!" I shriek but it doesn't stop his fingers from coasting along my sides. Jolts of electricity blossom in their path and I quickly hear the mingling of our laughs.