The Night I Met Harry

I knew he'd longed for our romantic side but I'd been in another realm right now. I folded my clothes into the dresser draw when I felt my hair being pulled over one shoulder from behind me. I breathed in slowly as he pecked around my back and shoulders. I knew that I enjoyed it and so did he. It was his attempt to create things as they were but it was hard for me to allow myself to let him. I hadn't said much but still he waited for a reaction. The hot spring's air blew in from the outside from the open window. I fiddled with the material until I'd finished before closing my eyes.

Harry:
"Can I have a kiss?"

I smiled to myself as his touch continued to chill me. I was turned to place both arms around his neck and nuzzle our faces closely.

Winter:
"You know you never have to ask, Harry."

Harry:
"Yea but I get that you're in a bit of a phase right now. And I don't want to push y-"

Winter:
"Can we cuddle?"

I followed my bodies instructions as I began to place kisses thoughtfully around his collarbones and places around.

Harry:
"Okay."

He played with my hands in his for a moment before sitting on the bed to pull me close. The ring still held my finger and in a weird way I'd already been growing use to it there. In no way would I ever deny him but I needed the room to forget the things that bothered me. A blank my eyes forcefully as if to shake the thought. I felt along the skin around the muscles of his arms, liking the smooth feel under my touch. I was back in the beautiful house. Breathing the same air and sharing the same space. The nausea even seemed to halt to a minimum when I was with him. Maybe it was just my bodies way of telling me it shouldn't be any other way.

Winter:
"What happen here?"

I gestured to a small cut on his hand I hadn't remembered seeing the last time. It looked quite fresh, the skin around it reddened with irritation.

Harry:
"I umm, broke some glass by an accident....wasn't careful."

I lifted his chin to peck the warm color of his lips. They were soft and full like I loved them. I wondered how mine had felt against his with every peck.

Winter:
"Did you drink when I left?"

He tensed a little under my touch as if the memory was something he cared not to visit. I understood.

Harry:
"Not once, no. I told you I wouldn't. "

I kissed again with a little more passion. I knew the feelings that spilled through him with my every contact because I'd been feeling it too. It was hard being angry with someone so beautiful...I was never really good at it to begin with.

Winter:
"That makes me really happy. I'm proud of you."

His dimples formed to the surface. Deep and cratered like the moon. His smile brought a light to my day, his eyes slightly narrowed with every grin. His pearly white teeth was a calm contrast to the pink of his lips. I rubbed our noses as I pondered what had gotten into me. My forward actions were more than the answer but I'd continued without giving it much thought.

Harry:
"You're really touchy today, aren't you?"

I took to his eyes while decreasing my movements.

Winter:
"You want me to stop?"

His actions ensured me of his answer as he slid back and urged me to straddle him. The tips of his fingers brushed against my bare back underneath my tanktop. My black bra was quite visible to him from its low cut. He took the time to hover his hands near my belly bottom. It seemed more intimate with the bump and all. I wondered if he'd been comforting me or the child. It worked either way.

Harry:
"You know I'm really sorry right?"

I closed my eyes as his voice pleased my inner ear. Deep and smooth as the words left his tongue.

Winter:
"Me too. I shouldn't have left you...I thought about it all last night, and it bothers me... I shouldn't have done that."

Harry:
"I know you were pissed. It happens."

I liked communicating this way now while I lay against him. Neither of us could leave, him for obvious reasons and me from his dominant grip to my waist.

Winter:
"I'll be better."

He nodded as if soothed by my voice's resonance as well.

Harry:
"Take these off."

He yanked gently against the underwear beneath my long shirt. He removed his while he waited.

Harry:
"Now."

He sounded so needy and demanding. I waited but there was no humor in his tone. I stood for a moment to loop my finger in the band, pushing them down and allowing them to fall to the floor.

He urged me back up forcefully. My hormones were progressively ranging at this point. It was becoming hotter in the clear air of the room. The window was partially open giving us the warm scent of the day in our moment of passion. I remember his voice, rugged and pleasing as it encourage juices from my body. He held my hips to guide me through it all while I flared above him with emotion. I gazed at the ring which brought me closer to him to engage in a wet kiss, our tongues dancing between us. It was always slow and tasteful. I felt like the world in his arms. My legs continued on either side of him as he buried his face against my chest to intensify my hunger. My hair waved around us as it always did. Rebellious despite my efforts to keep it from crowding him. He seemed to like it anyways.
I could here the wind tossel against the waves outside. It reminded me of us here in that way. It was quiet and intimate as we held each others contact. We listened to each other's heartbeats along with the murmurs of pleasure that left us involuntarily. His dark eye lashes fluttered against my cheek as he closed his eyes in his spill. It'd come shortly after mine, with his hand guarding my thigh. I was his and he was mine. I hadn't realized how much I'd missed this part of us until I was reminded how great and overbearing it fulfilled me. He knew I hated the feeling of him withdrawing himself, so he'd always allow me the time. I took it fully, not yet ready for that feeling of emptiness. Know matter how much I cuddled up to him it'd never match the feeling of our connect. His hands traveled through my hair as my body drew fatigue to me quickly. I took that time to remove myself but the position still held. He pushed gently against my back to tell me he
wanted me to stay there. Like a child against his chest. Buried in the warmth and enticing aroma of him. I breathed it in evenly to avoid needing my inhaler. The longer he traced my scalp the heavier my eyelids became. My eyelashes seemed to have added weight as they forced me into unconsciousness. I knew he hadn't yet been sleep because the motions of his hands didn't stop. I loved it.

I knew that this exchange was something we needed to bring us back to what we'd so simply forgotten. It was a habit we needed to avoid. No one was quite like Harry. Some ways were flawed but he was perfect...He still was to me...He'd always be.

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It was dark on the beach now. He lied there next to me on his back one hand held mine as he gazed up at the stars. I lie beside him peering the same as he informed me of our plans for the following day, before stopping to pause with longevity. The blanket stretched long underneath us as I looped my legs with his.

Harry:
"Did I ever tell you why I love sex with you?"

I giggled into his chest around the question.

Winter:
"No..."

Hey kissed my forehead as he pulled me closer. His face wore a grin.

Harry:
"No. Listen, seriously."

Winter:
"Okay, okay. Go."

Harry:
"I just...feel a lot closer to you. I've honestly never felt that with anyone. It's different."

It was something we never discussed and apart of me really wanted him to continue. In those moments I always relied on his bodies actions to tell me what he'd been feeling.

Winter:
"What do you mean?"

Harry:
"Like the emotional part of it...It's intense, you know?"

I knew.

Winter:
"I get it."

Harry:
"It's why I'm obsessed with you."

I watched as a plane flew by in the distance. It could have been mistaken for a star if I hadn't already known better. I was obsessed with him too. It was like having something that was always a positive for you...even if for the moment you couldn't see it. Something that hurt and felt amazing all in the same beat...and I never wished that away.

Harry:
"Do you remember our first time?"

I nuzzled closer with the memory. It'd begun with an argument, as often it did. He'd broken up with me while I was still with Scott. I didn't care much for spilling me own tears but I had that day. I remember the churning my stomach caused to me while I tried to distance myself from him. I still didn't know why I did that. Maybe it was the rage of things that could leave my mouth when I didn't have time to think it through. I never wanted to say anything that would hurt him intentionally...but with anger I would. I didn't know what caused me to forgive him so quickly, but his only fault had seemed to be a white lie. If he knew any better he wouldn't do it again.

Winter:
"Of course."
There was absolutely no going back now. He would be the father of my child so now, no matter what happened between us he'd be my forever... and I was okay with that.

Harry:
"That was pretty much the first I kissed a girl the entire time."

He played with my ring finger idly. I was silent to allow the conversation to soak in.

Harry:
"You're going to marry me, right?"

The ocean turned in the background. A dark sky hovered above us with an array of lights exposed from the stars.

I nodded my head into him mutely.

Harry:
"I knew it."

His giggles filled the night air and with time it quickly became contagious.

Winter:

Notes