Living with One Direction (Hariana)

-112-: Backaches

"I'm sorry that you're hurting, baby," Harry whispers as he softly kisses the back of Ariana's shoulder.

"It's okay." Ariana murmurs as her body moves back towards Harry's body, needing to be closer to him. "I'm trying to savor it because this is my second pregnancy, but there's really little to savor in the last few days."

"I can't believe that this is our second pregnancy." Harry says as he rubs his hands harder into her back. "That's crazy. I feel like just yesterday that I was rubbing your back because Lexi was making your back act up."

"I know right?" Ariana agrees. "We're getting old, babe."

"You might be, I'm not," Harry teases her a little as he nuzzles his face into Ariana's neck and brings his arms around her to cradle her body to his chest.

"I'd watch it mister," Ariana jokes back as she giggles a little bit. "or you will be having no fun in these last few nights before the baby comes."

"Oh hey now," Harry whispers as he nips at her neck.

Ariana turns her head towards Harry as she uses her hand to cup his chin and pull his face towards hers for a slow kiss.

"Mmm," Harry hums into her lips. "I missed you tonight."

"I missed you too," Ariana whispers, separating his lips again. "I'm just excited to go to the concert tomorrow with Lexi. You better put on a good show."

"I always put on a good show for you." Harry flirts as he presses light kisses to Ariana's jaw.

"Touché." Ariana smirks at him.

"Back still hurting?" Harry asks her as he moves his lips to her throat.

"Mmm." Ariana's breath picks up as Harry moves his lips to her favorite spot on her throat. "You're doing a good job at distracting me."

Harry moves his hands to pull down the collar of her t-shirt and exposing her collarbones and he begins to press kisses to them. "Harry, more," Ariana gasps as her thighs begin to tremble at the feeling of his lips. "Baby, more, please." It always takes her by surprise at how easy it is for her to get turned on since her hormones are going crazy during the last few weeks of pregnancy.

"You up for it?" Harry asks her as he sits up a bit and moves his legs to straddle Ariana's hips.

"I'm not sure," Ariana replies as a million thoughts were running through her head. She wants to so bad but she's just a little bit nervous about doing it this late in her pregnancy. The last thing that she wants is for it to put her into labor and Harry having to cancel his show for tomorrow. She was so proud of herself for not going into labor and allowing Harry to finish all of his shows for the tour and she doesn't want to ruin that now. But she wants it so bad. "I want to but I just don't want to go into labor."

Harry brings his head up from her neck to look at her, his body continuing to hover over her as he brings her hand to her hair to brush it back from her forehead. "Okay," Harry nods in complete compliance. "That's totally okay. We can do whatever you're comfortable with."

"I'm sorry," Ariana mumbles softly, her eyes casting down to her belly so she doesn't have to look at Harry, "I don't want to disappoint you, but I just want you to be able to finish your tour."

"Baby,"Harry whispers bringing his face down to almost touch hers and forcing him to look at her, "never apologize for not wanting to. You are totally fine, Ari. You know I don't mind. And you never disappoint me."

"Thank you," Ariana smiles at him as she kisses him slowly again, "maybe if we go slow."

"We don't have to do it baby, we can just have some fun," Harry suggests to her as he gently rubs his hands up and down her bump that's peaking through the big t-shirt she's wearing that has begun to ride up.

Ariana answers him by interlocking her hands behind Harry's neck and dragging his mouth to hers. Harry's tongue runs against Ariana's bottom lip, asking for permission. She opens her mouth and ravenously presses her lips against his. Harry's hands move to the hem of Ariana's t-shirt, lightly pulling it up and over her head. Ariana gasps softly as his lips immediately travel to her chest. She grips his back as she moans into his ear, making his legs tense and turning him on even more.

"Mm, I love you so much," Harry whispers against her lips.

Ariana's hands tangle in his curls as she pulls him down closer to her and begins sucking his neck.

"Ariana," Harry moans into her ear making her almost explode with pleasure. "Baby, please more. Ariana, I need more."

"Okay," Ariana pants softly before her lips travel down to his chest, trailing kisses all along his pecks.

Harry knows he's going to completely lose it if she keeps kissing him so he changes to kissing her throat, sucking as she gasps out, her hands going to his hair and her body tensing.

"Oh, oh, oh," Ariana chokes out causing Harry to smirk. Her upper thighs are throbbing. She needs him so bad. It's all she can focus on.

"Harry," Ariana gasps softly as she is about to lose control, she gripping onto his back, her fingernails digging into the bare skin, pressing her head into his neck to remain her composure.

"I've gotcha, baby," Harry smirks as Ariana gasps again, he can feel her begin to work with him, needing his body.

"Babe, I want to so bad," Ariana whimpers, needing Harry to be as close as possible to her, "I need you."

"Honey, think about it," Harry pants, his lips trailing on Ariana's jaw, "I don't want you to do something you'll regret."

"No, I want to. Just slow," Ariana pants, "I really need to, Harry."

Harry nods and begins to pull down her panties to her knees and then hooks his own fingers in the waist of his black boxers. Just as he's about to get started Ariana flinches. "Wait stop."
Harry immediately halts looking down at Ariana, a bit confused.

"Baby, I don't think I can. I'm too scared. I'm so sorry," Ariana pouts at him as her emotions are almost getting the best of her as tears well up in her eyes.

"Hey, hey, hey," Harry says as he quickly pulls up his boxers and then leans down to hover his face slightly above hers. His hand brushes her hair back as he makes cooing noises kissing her forehead gently. "It's okay, baby. We don't have to. That's totally fine. I only want to do it if you want to."

"I'm sorry," Ariana's lip wavers fearing she disappointed Harry, "I just really don't want to go into labor."

"I totally understand, babe," Harry nods with gentle eyes looking into her wet blue ones, "it's totally fine. I'm tried anyways. We can just have a cuddle. I like those just as much."

"Are you sure?" Ariana feebly asks, her voice shaking a bit.

"I promise," Harry assures her, kissing her cheek, "I like anything as long as I get to be close to you."

Ariana smiles gratefully at Harry as he wipes a single tear that fell out of Ariana's eye, "I love you."

"I love you more, baby," Harry says quickly pecking her lips before swinging his leg from around her to kneel next to her body, pulling her panties back into place.

He lays on his side and Ariana snuggles her bare chest to his, her head going to rest just below his neck, her hands rubbing his back in a soothing manner. His hands go to her bare stomach rubbing it slowly. "How's my little boy?"

"Mmm he's good," Ariana hums quietly, "she was pretty active today but she's being quiet now. I think she wore herself out."

Harry smiles as he kisses the top of Ariana's head, "both mummy and baby are tired, huh?"

Ariana nods, yawning hugely and then settling into Harry's chest again, "uh huh. You've got a tired girl and boy."

"I love my tired girl and boy," Harry murmurs as Ariana closes her eyes.