You Have Me

We haven't spoken in twenty minuets. Twenty long, quiet, and LONG minuets. Harry's now hugging me around my stomach (well he's more like refusing to let go) every time I go to sit down he just tightens his arms and whimpers a small 'no'. And I'm so confused. What is happening right now? Why won't he let go? Why is my tattoo making him sad?

"Harry," I say quietly running my fingers through his hair. "Can you let go for a second? I just want to sit down."

"You promise you're not going to walk out?" And what? Why would I?

"I promise. My legs are kind of sore right now,"Not kind of. They're completely sore. I did just try to run a hundred miles. I can feel his arms slowly getting looser and he's slowly letting go. And when I'm free he looks up carefully his arms still halfway up as if he's going to catch me if I do run. And no. This is so weird. But he looks up with red swollen eyes and this sight is far worse than seeing my jerk of a father cry. I cup his cheek and sigh. "Why are you so sad?" He shakes his head tugs on my hand. I lose my balance and basically fall onto his lap, and that is something we should not be doing when I'm not wearing underwear. "What's going on Harry?"

"Your tattoo reminds me of really good memories. My favorite actually."

"So you're not sad?"

"Just a little bit," and having Harry sad is like being told your puppy is dead. And oh I want to cry because my baby shouldn't be sad. He shouldn't be anything but happy. "I forgot that you had that. Kind of surprised at how long it too you to ask about it."

I slowly turned so I was sitting with my side to his chest. "I wanted to ask about it, but then Lilly happened. And then my whole dad situation. I just remembered now. But if it's such a happy thing, then why are you sad?"

He smiled warmly and nuzzled his nose against my cheek. "It's a perfect thing. Our perfect thing. And it makes me sad that you don't remember it." He says gently and hearing him say that I can't remember something that was so important to us, is complete shit. And I feel like complete shit because now I'm crying with him and I don't even know why. "No, baby. I didn't mean to make you cry. I'm sorry, I'm an idiot." I shake my head and sniffle. Why am I such a fucking girl?

"It's not you. It's this fucking amnesia bullshit." He nods and kisses my cheek.

"I know. But we just have to be patient." He murmurs against my face. And I've been patient. I've been so patient that I should get an award or something.

I nod and sigh. He still hasn't told me why I have a tattoo. "Why did I get a tattoo?" He smiles and looks away likes he's remembering a happy memory. He pulls off his shirt and points toward his skin
underneath his collarbone. And oh. OH. My eyes widen at the ink tattooed on his skin. The word 'Forever' is written in medium size fancy font. What really has me are the initials on the bottom. B.M. Starring back at me, like they're laughing at me.

"You have me. Forever," He recites them to me and oh fuck. So what? Harry and I were together before my accident? "We got them done together. A reminder that we'd never be alone," he grabs my wrist gently and tugs my hand until it's pressed underneath underneath the tattoo. "You'll always have me."

"Forever." I promise. He smiles and kisses hungrily. And oh. It's suddenly a billion degrees hotter. He lifts me up and my left leg moves to his other side and I'm straddling him and I'm naked with only a robe and okay.

I'm not a Virgin. That I know, because I had lost my Virginity when I was fifteen and if I'm correct (which I haven't been lately) that was two years before I met Harry. I was a stupid kid who though I'd be with my boyfriend forever. Turns out that our forever would only last five months.

His tongue darts into my mouth and swallows my surprised gasp. He keeps kissing me this way until I start kissing him back with the same power. My tongue sliding shyly against him because I don't know if this has ever happened with Harry. Honestly all I remember is only ever having sex once.
He flips us over and hovers above me, groaning as he moves his hands underneath me until I'm flushed against him. And I'm sure he can tell when I feel his arousal because he moves away and connects our eyes asking a million silent questions. "We can stop." He says quietly and nervously. But I shake my head. I don't want to stop. My hormones know what they want and my heart and head seem to agree.

"Hell no." I say my voice above a whisper and he smiles big and bright above me.

"I'm going rock your world." He promises and chuckles when I roll my eyes. He ducks back down and connects our mouths back together. He presses our hips together and I don't even realize I'm whimpering and clawing at his shoulders. My mouth goes wild and bites down on his bottom lip, making him moan loudly before I suck on it and god, everything feels incredible and everything's buzzing. Harry seems as desperate as I feel to touch me and memorize all the outlines of my body. He stops his roaming and keeps his hands stubbornly on my hips clutching on the material from the robe. He lets me writhe against him and it's torture and I think I'll go fucking insane if he keeps this up.

But two can play at this game.

"Harry," I moan, and drop my lips to his jaw and then down to his neck. I bite down softly and I let my tongue circle the red skin before I blow against it. I feel him shiver and groan as his hips jerk up, helplessly. "Keep teasing me, and I'll smack you."

"Ooo. My baby's kinky." Harry manages to say his voice shaky. He slides his hands under the robe and I can feel the breeze on my bare body. "S'hot."

"You're so weird." I murmur as my hands are on his sweats tugging down. He kicks them the rest of the way off and then let's them fall on the floor. And oh now we're both basically naked. Yes, okay. I'm cool. He slides his hand up my side and then up my arm to cup my cheek. He smiles at the way I tilt my head into his touch.

"We can still stop," he says quietly. "I don't want to. But I will for you."

My heart swells and I know he'd stop if I asked. But I'm not going to, because I don't want to. I really, fucking don't. "I don't want to stop." I swear, my eyes smiling and amused as I lean up to kiss him quiet.

"Thank god, but you're overdressed," Harry complains with a pout as my lips press against his neck. I laugh and undo the bow holding the robe closed. Harry looks down and groans quietly. And once again, the attention is appreciated. He rest his hand on my hip, catching my gaze and watching nervously as he slides his hand up until he's cupping my breast gently. He studies my reaction, nervously and I giggle up at him. I arch my back slightly, pushing into Harry's hand, confirming how I really want this. Because I do.

"Fuck you're so beautiful, Beth," Harry murmurs as he runs his other hand up me other breast and let's his thumb rub gently over my nipples. He bites his bottom lip as he hears me gasp and shiver. "Your body reacts perfectly." He lowers himself until his face is nuzzling my breast. He places a kiss to the side of it and then turns to mouth at my nipple. I hear myself whimper and my nails graze his back. He's sucking gently until I'm a squirming mess underneath him. He turns to the other one and sucks harder until I'm breathless and my hands are tugging on his hair and my back arches as my chest press harder against his face. He gently moves up and captures my lips before I feel his fingers ghosting over my most intimate area. "Yeah?" He asks, slow and raspy his voice full of arousal. I nod and let out a shaky breath as he rubs me slowly. I reach up and kiss him slow and sweet trying to make him ache with all the love and passionate feelings I feel for him. His hand stops, his fingers resting against my clit, but not moving, not yet.

He nuzzles against my throat and let's his fingers push gently against my clit. I feel him smile when I buck up helplessly and I make a strangled noise. His fingers finally slip down inside of me. And Harry kisses me hungrily swallowing my moans as he begins to fuck me with his two long fingers, until I'm breathless and whining into his mouth. His thumb brushes deliciously against my clit and my hips roll up asking for more. He lets his thumb circle my numb because he likes teasing me and keep me withering underneath him. He continues to finger me without mercy lifting his head to watch as my head falls back against the pillow, my eyes closed as I pant, rocking my hips up to match his rhythm. I'm so close and before I get my magical release Harry pulls out and lifts his fingers to his mouth, licking them gently as I stare up at him, enthralled and painfully turned on.

"You taste so good, baby. So fucking good," Harry says huskily, watching my eyebrow arch. "You ready?" His voice deeper and slower.

"Yeah," I say, spreading my legs carefully as Harry settles between us, guiding his dick to my entrance. And I have no idea when he managed to put the condom on, but I'm so fucking glad he did.

"Might hurt," he says, and I can hear the regret loud and clear in his tone. But I really, really don't care. I nod once, my face tight, but he leans down to kiss me not moving until I relax against him before he slides the rest of the way in. My loud moan is heard as he buries himself inside, until he's as deep as he can go. He waits again, bracing himself on his elbows above me until I open my eyes smiling up at him likes he's all I see. Harry takes that as his answer and starts moving slowly, only taking a few seconds before I lift my hips, trying to match his pace. He keeps his pace slow and torturous, like he's getting used to the feel of me tight and engulfed by him. I bend my knees slightly and his head falls to my shoulder as he starts to move faster, my breath catching in my throat and my body quivering under his. He slides into my heat until my moans are louder and high. And when I come I let out a muffled embarrassing scream. I'm clenched around him as he comes hard and fierce. He loses all his strength in his orgasm and falls down on top of me, breathing hard. When he tries to move after a few dozen breaths, my arms wrap around him keeping him on top of me.

"M'heavy," he murmurs thickly, still panting.

"It's nice." I promise and feel him relax where he is. He moves his face and connects our eyes. He's smiling lazily down at me with dopey eyes. He looks sexed out and tired and it's glorious.

"That was perfect. You're perfect." I smile and kiss him quickly.

"Yeah." I mumble and right now with Harry on top of me and keeping me warm all I want to do is sleep and pray that I don't wake up sore enough to want to chop off my legs. "Sleep now." I slur out my eyes drooping and my head falling to the side. I feel Harry chuckle and press a small kiss on my neck before getting off of me and a I let out a small whine at the loss of warmth.

"I've got you." He whispers and soon the mattress is replaced by Harry's naked body and the covers are covering my bare backside. His hands are clasped over my back and mine are hugging his shoulders loosely my head on his shoulder. And okay, yeah this is so much better. "Sleep, baby, baby, baby." I hear Harry croon and my eyes close my mind shutting down.

Sleep is nice.

Notes

I was blushing while writing this and I'm still blushing now. Omg.