crescent [h.s]

21

Aurora Adler

After Harry had spent the next 2 hours down at the beach with me, the both of us talking about our joint hate and traumatising memories that surround the beach– which was oddly comforting, we make our way back up to my apartment– endless kisses, touches and squeezes making the journey a lot slower than usual.

With kisses up my neck, I push open my apartment door, smiling to myself over the difference the last day has had on our relationship. With my arms tight around his waist, his grabbing at whatever piece of me he can reach, I push the door shut with my foot, before getting spun round and pushed into it.

With a mischievous gleam in his eyes, he looks me up and down, his index finger hooking into the arms of his cardigan, followed by his arms smoothing down my bare ones, ridding me of the thick material that smells like home.

With his cardigan now on the floor, he kisses up my bare arm, creating a trail to reach my lips. When his lips meet mine in a kiss, it's stripped of everything sweet and innocent. It's hungry and fervent, our tongues meeting each other within seconds.

I've missed him so fucking much.

We never let things go any further than a heated make out before our pause, but even this kiss, the energy surrounding it feels different. I'm not sure if Harry feels it too, but the deep ache that's been growing for the last few weeks, is starting to rise to the surface, taking over anything else I'm currently feeling.

Apart from my love for Harry– nothing could override that.

I smooth my hands up his back, slipping under his t-shirt to feel his bare, warm skin during the kiss, trying to pull him closer to me as my hips start involuntarily shifting.

The only logical explanation to my sudden intense need of something, anything at this point, has to be those pregnancy hormones everyone talks about. I have never felt particularly desperate for sex, in fact I can't remember ever being the one to insinuate sex, but when I guide his hand under my dress and towards my centre, that's exactly what I'm doing.

His fingers brush against my pubic bone, just under my hip, but don't travel any further, making me whine into his mouth. I don't care if some would perceive my current behaviour as pathetic, I've been craving him and this connection since the literal minute I met him, and now... I've never felt more desperate for anything before.

That tight black t-shirt really did something to me.

He chuckles into my mouth, pausing our kiss for a moment, only riling me up more. "What do you want?"

I shake my head and breathe out into the lust-filled air, "Anything. Don't care. Anything you'll give me."

Kissing my lips repeatedly, he allows his hand to dip further, sliding underneath my thin underwear, "I love you, beautiful, remember that. I love you with my whole goddam heart, and you and your needs always come before mine."

My heart swells, and my core aches until it's unbearable, confusing me at the new feeling. I've never felt so ready and turned on for someone before, and I think it's just because I feel so safe around Harry. I've never had a moment where I filtered what I said, and he's never made me feel unsafe or judged.

He could quite literally strip me naked right this second and I wouldn't have any other thought on my mind other than what we were doing. My mind wouldn't be wandering with thoughts and anxieties– only focusing on him and us.

And the fact he's already touched my naked body many times without sexual intent, is making me feel so much more at ease with him.

I nod, my head moving against the door, "I love you... and I trust you. I know you're not using me."