Underneath

I get thrown onto the bed and he joins me with an ungainly belly flop. When he turns to look at me…I’ve got the hat on again. He smiles and whacks the pom pom. “I did miss you,” he says sadly.

Suddenly, I realise this might be my only chance. I look him dead in the eyes and ask him straight up, “so, never mind about what other people think, or how old I am, or where this is or isn’t going…how do you feel about me? right here right now?”

He laughs and blushes. “What do you want me to say?” he asks. “You can’t answer a question with a question!” I say flipping to my front, looking down at his lovely face. “Why not?” he hits back. “Because then we’ll never get an answer,” I say kindly. I can see this conversation is making him melancholy. “Well maybe there isn’t an answer to be had,” he says quietly.

We gaze at each other in silence. He reaches up and tucks my hair behind my ear. A tiny gesture, loaded with affection. His eyes beg me not to push this further.

I lower my face to his and kiss his eyes closed. I don't want to read them anymore. His arms open to me and I roll on-top, pressing the length of my body into his. He pulls me in crushing my flesh against him.

My lips move to his mouth, already slightly open, accepting my tongue and swirling it with his own. His hands move across my body, slowly now, the raw desperation, replaced with something deeper, less robust. Like fruit with a delicate bloom, touch it…and its gone forever.

I leave it be and take him inside me again. Riding him slowly and silently…

When I wake, it’s completely dark. I can hear Harry breathing gently next to me. I lay for a while staring at the ceiling, thinking things over.

Suddenly, out of the gloom, Harry whispers…”I love you”…

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