The feeling of him against me sent signals of intense content to my diaphragm. Space didn't exist now between his tongue and my neck. The feeling of the curls brushing my skin encouraged me. He sucked as I grew more aroused for him. His bite was territorial, with his hands in full motion in the area where my underwear should've been. I needed to have it now, though the teasing and dense scent of him was a high in itself.

Winter:
"Stop teasing me Styles..."

I'd just mustered enticingly over the storms of pleasure striking through my fingertips, igniting from my ears to my toes. His head was lifted to reveal his eyes to me. I felt alarmed rising quickly when they weren't the color I'd been expecting.

I snatched upright to see darkness around me, breathing outwardly in awe that it had ended.
Winter:
"Gross, gross, gross."

I repeated as my palm repeatedly struck my head. I silenced when Harry's presence was realized as I'd felt him tug lightly at the covers I'd just snatched from him on the way up.

Ugh. This was all his fault. Shoving that garbage in my mind, and now I'd been having inappropriate films in my head about one of my best friends. It was the second night I'd risen in a cold sweat. It was always driven by the feelings Harry gave to me, and I knew it was him I lusted for...but since that densely awkward conversation between us, the dreams were banging around in my head respectively anytime I'd fallen asleep. I gripped the fabric in my hand to pull back in a bit of annoyance. I looked over as he turned in the dark, rising quietly as not to wake him. We talked about everything but there was no way I could dice that to make it soothingly understandable to him. He'd just think that everything he’d ask me about held a truth on some level.

I cringed as I drank a water with the vision playing itself back in my mind. The thoughts had to cease now or I'd be needing a therapist.

I tiptoed back to my side of the bed hoping I'd gotten back before he could stir. He always did with my absence.

Harry:
"You alright now?"

He'd given me a fright before I could connect my head back to the pillow. He was laid on his stomach but was now turning toward me in a posture to lure conversation.

Winter:
"Just needed some water..."

I rubbed circles on the inside of his arm as an apology. His curls could be seen just as my pupils adjusted to the room’s darkness. He pulled me, turning again so I could rest just on his chest. I was use to this gesture, burying myself in and taking residency there.

Harry:
“Don’t worry I wasn’t asleep anyways.”

Winter
"Why not? it's pretty late- Uhh, early."

I'd correctly while glancing over him at the clock.

Harry:
"I could ask you the same, babe... What's going on up there?"

He tapped his fingered twice to my head lightly before playing absently in my hair. The gash was fine now and I’d stopped having headaches quickly after seeing Dr. Horan.

Winter:
"I told you, I needed water."

Harry:
"...It's okay. You can tell me, I... heard you."

My body grew tense and motionless at the mere possibilities of what he'd been referring to.

Winter:
"Heard me what?"

Please say snoring. Please say snoring.

Harry:
"You were uhh...well, you said my name a few times."

I buried my hands over my face that now rested against him. He'd seemed amused but didn't show it in a way to inflict torture.

Harry:
“Is it the sex withdrawal or…”

Winter:
“Not sure.”

I’d probably answered too quickly.

Harry:
"You seemed to like whatever it was I was doing to you."

There it was. I'd lay trying to stay afloat in my own pool of embarrassment, keeping my hands tight to my face as if to hide. As if he could see me anyways. He began to laugh, later growing quiet when I hadn't responded.

Harry:
"...it was me, right?"

Sigh. God, this would be awkward.
I'd changed course getting up and pacing quite slowly in short distances, as not to run into anything. I could see how my actions didn't seem good in his eyes so I began right away.

Winter:
"Yes, of course..."

Harry:
"...and Sarah?"

There was the cringe again.

Winter:
"No. God, don't make it worse. Please."
I’d said, placing my hand out as if to hush him. He sat up, ears completely longing for my continuance.

Harry:
"So that's what you’re fantasizing about... "
His tone was half amused but I could tell he didn’t like it.

Winter:
"No. We're there and we're as always and I know it's you because I know you’re scent and I can feel the curls."

I try to remember as best as I can, going on as if holding the exchange with myself in the darkness.

Winter:
"...and everything's great, but then you pull away from me for a second and it's just her…You know how dreams work, Harry."

I couldn't say her name. I really couldn't. This was weird enough.

Harry:
"So-"

He’d started but broke out in full blown laughter. I smiled in relief that he hadn’t been taking it wrong.

Winter:
“I’m glad you think this is funny. It’s torture.”
I pulled at the roots of my hair like it was made of something stronger. If this doesn't stop soon I'm going to binge on coffee.
He sat on the edge of the bed and I'd found his shoulders, extending my arms to cuddle him around his torso in relief.

Winter:
"Help me forget...I mean, this is kind of your fault."

I laughed lightly when I felt his dimples against my chest. I swear that scent was embedded in me now.
Harry:
"...We cannot have sex again.”

Winter:
“I know.”

Harry:
“…Of any kind.”
Wow I didn’t like the sound of that out loud.

Winter:
“I know.”

Harry:
“Okay then. I’ll do anything.”

Notes

Just bringing you something to make your day. Oh and by the way,

Go check out the second Harry fanfiction I started if you haven't. It's kind of heavy but I think you'll really like it. Thanks guys <333

Link: http://www.harrystylesfanfiction.com/Story/49183/Rage/