It Was Always There

It Wasn't A Dream

Author's Note: This chapter contains some mature nature.

The sun shinning through the window woke me from my peaceful slumber. I smile at the memory of last nights events. Harry and I confessing our love for one another then the blissful night of making love. Now that, that was the best part. No one has ever touched me like Harry did. That man has some magic fingers let me tell you. Well among other extremities. I have to hold back a giggle. God it feels like I have woken after my first time. I will spare you the details but let's just say it was like we couldn't get enough of one another. Oh god I hope his private security outside didn't hear us. I stretch and roll over to only find Harry's side of the bed empty. I scrunch my brows and sit up. Last night was definitely not a dream. The ache between mt legs is proof along with our clothes scattered across the bedroom. I wonder where he's disappeared too? Fear that he has regretted last night hits me like a ton of bricks. The aroma of pancakes, bacon and coffee still my rapidly beating heart and settles my fear. Smiling I get up out of bed, wrap my robe around me. After I use the bathroom I make the walk to the kitchen. What I see when I get there brings an even bigger smile to my face. Harry dressed in nothing but his pajama pants, stands at the stove flipping pancakes. On the counter behind him are two plates each with bacon and toast. A glass of orange juice and a mug of coffee sits with each plate. Slowly walking up behind him I wrap my arms around his waist and place a kiss on his bare back.

"I could get used to waking up like this." I say. Harry spins around taking me in his arms and kisses me. I can't get enough of his kisses. When we pull away he brushes the hair from my face, tucking it behind my ears.

"Me too but you should be in bed. The plan was for us to have breakfast in bed. Now turn your sexy ass back around, get back in that bed and act like you are asleep. You won't ruin what I had planted. Go." I pout and draw circles on Harry's bare chest.

"But I am already up." He points out of the kitchen.

"Go Victoria." I give him a sly smile before saying,

"I love the way you say my name. Especially last night." I lean up to kiss him but he pulls me away, turns me around and points towards the front of the cottage.

"Go." I stick my tongue out at him and walk back to the bedroom. I slip off my robe and climb back into bed under the covers. I lay starring at the ceiling thinking about last night. No not the sex part but Harry and I. He never shown one inkling of having feelings for me. Well he did he didn't realize it till just a few days ago, mostly yesterday. The years we wasted. The people we led on. Well I can't say that because I tried to advoid dating. I just couldn't see myself with anyone. When I hear Harry's footsteps start down the hall I quickly close my eyes and pretend to be asleep. I hear rattling of a breakfast tray being sat down, then the bed sink in. Harry's lips start on my neck and I have to swallow a moan. I am suppose to be asleep. I stir a little like I am waking up but when his lips hit that one spot on my neck, I open my eyes and arch my back. He pushes me back down and whispers,

"Spoiling my plan."

"Sorry" I whisper back and act like I am asleep. He lowers the blanket from my chest and his kisses travel lower to the valley between my breasts. Avoiding my breasts he kisses all the way to my stomach where he places light kisses. Then he takes the same path up till his lips are on mine. I kiss him back, heat pooling between my legs and passion coursing through my veins. Suddenly he's on top of me and his fingers are inside of me. I break from the kiss and moan out his name. He continues to touch me till I  am writhing under him, screaming his name in ecstasy. When I come down I lean up and kiss him. When we break apart I smile and I say,

"Good morning." He smiles back.

"Good morning." He says back. I reach between us to touch him but he stops my hands, brings them up to his lips and kissing each one of my fingers.