GREEN (RL Harry Styles fanfic)

16. Kaleidoscope

I woke up in my own bed for the first time in days. I had also slept amazingly well. I don't think that had to do with my bed, but rather the person occupying it.

Harry had given me the best sleep I'd ever had. Not just because he gave me warmth against my skin or let me fit into his side like I was made to. Not even just because he made me feel safe. It was also because he had the ability to expend all of my energy and relieve every ounce of tension and stress in my body.

Sex with Harry was intense and passionate. There was so much want- no need for each other that we had to experience each other completely. Harry was like truth serum to me. I couldn't hide a thing or hold back in his presence, even when it came to sex. I was completely vulnerable, but I had trusted him instantly with my vulnerability. He had proven himself that night in the karaoke bar when he wouldn't leave without making sure I was taken care of. And he always made sure I was taken care of.

After our back and forth teasing of one another yesterday, I expected sex to be rushed and greedy. We were greedy for each other's touch and taste, but we savored it. Harry and I had made our way to my bedroom. He trailed behind me with his hands tucked in either of my back jean pockets as I led him to my room for the first time.

After we entered my bedroom he detached himself from my pockets and used his now free hands to spin me around facing him. He kept his hands on my waist as he looked into my eyes. Harry's eyes were an intense shade of forrest green, almost looking black. He took a few steps forwards and I stepped backwards with his movements. Without warning the grip of his large hands tightened and Harry lifted me off the floor. I squealed as he tossed me back onto my king sized bed. I swear he had launched me a good five feet. I was in awe of his strength, despite his slender frame as I bounced from the impact of my landing.

Harry bounded to the bed and wasted no time positioning his body over mine. He shifted his weight from his hands to his forearms as he lowered his body against mine. His feet still hung off the left side of my bed. I felt his legs shuffle and heard the sound of his boots hitting the floor as he kicked them off. His hands slipped off my Vans easily. He tossed them behind him to join his own discarded shoes. I lifted my head slightly to taste his lips are we quickly eliminated any space between our bodies as our mouths connected. I let out a soft moan and it remained trapped in our kiss. Harry's hips shifted forward when I made the sound, only provoking more purrs from me as I felt his hardness pressed against my center.

Desperate to get even closer than we were, I wriggled my hands between our bodies to unbutton his jeans. Harry pulled from my lips and shook his head from side to side.

"Not yet Liv," Harry said in a voice so deep I almost didn't recognize it as his.

My lip pouted out and Harry swiped his tongue across it before lifting himself up. His legs straddled me at my knees and he kept his eyes locked with mine as his fingers worked at the closure of my jeans. My pout pulled in between my teeth as I stared at Harry. His eyes were focused and his chest was moving with heavy breaths. As he hooked his fingers into my belt loops, he pulled my jeans down my body, walking backwards on his knees until he reached the edge of the bed. He hopped down and took my jeans with him, discarding them on the floor, never breaking eye contact with me.

Finally, Harry's dark green stare shifted and glanced at my panties. He hooked his thumbs under the waistband on either side and pulled them down the same path my jeans had followed. I could feel how wet they were as they grazed my thighs, still closed together. Harry repositioned himself over me, yet again straddling my legs. He bent forward and planted a gentle kiss on my stomach inches above my naked sex. My skin tingled and the hair on my body rose at the softness of his lips. He continued to kiss his way up my stomach, lifting my shirt along the way. My breaths let him know his kisses were welcomed and effective. Once he reached the bottom of my bra, he pulled me up into a seated position and pulled my shirt over my head. I helped by raising my arms and removing my bra, tossing the clothing onto the floor.