Savior

The Girl with Chocolate

"Harry, this is new!"

"But, it looks so much better with polka dots on it, don't you think? Maybe I should add more?"

And I hop onto the couch suddenly, causing her to yelp in surprise and run back to the kitchen, "Don't you dare!"

And this time when she runs from me I able to catch her up against the kitchen counter and I take the liberty to smear the rest of the chocolate on her cheeks as she cringes.

We are both panting and laughing and flushed cheeks and bright eyes and the light in the kitchen is reflecting on an angle of her face so I can see the gold flecks in her eyes. And her laugh is lilting and enthusiastic and my heart is bruising my chest and my laughter quickly dies down.

Because I can't remember the last time I had this much fun, I can't remember the last time I have ever wanted to kiss someone so badly.

It's like a wave of sudden affection for this girl crashes over me and I can do nothing to stop it.

"We didn't even get to use the mix!" She pouts, puffing out her bottom lip in mock sadness, but once she sees the expression on my face, she sobers up.

Now, our breathing picks up for a different reason.

I place my palms on the counter on either side of her, leaning in a fraction just in time to hear her breath hitch. My eyes flit between her eyes and her lips more times than I can count, our breaths mingling in the air between us, but I can't kiss her.

I know I can't kiss her because forget and because girlfriend.

But, I can't completely restrain myself either.

The air between us is thick with tension and anticipation and her eyes drop to my lips as I lean in closer to her face and I lean my forehead against hers lightly before moving my head down.

I duck my head down slightly and lean further in so that my lips just barely graze the flesh of her neck, "We don't want this to go to waste now, do we?"

And with cautious movements and a racing heart my mouth encloses around the drop of chocolate on the collarbone of her throat, gently sucking and licking up the chocolate there.

Instantly her hands latch onto my shoulders and a small gasp leaves her lips, but she doesn't protest my actions and it fuels the fire inside of me –feeding it until it's roaring.

Slowly, achingly slowly, I drag my lips from the base of her throat licking and sucking up every dab of chocolate until I am easing down and trailing the curve of her breast with my lips. Her back arches slightly as soon as my tongue pokes out to lap up the chocolate smeared there, goosebumps prickle her flesh, and her dainty fingers slide further up to tangle themselves in my hair.

And I'm shaking slightly because this is Layla, Layla who wanted to pretend our kiss never happened, that it never meant anything. But, here we are again.

I don't think that this is wrong or that I should stop because all I can think about is the sound that slips past Layla's petal soft lips when I nip gently at her breast before working my way back up her expanse of flesh. All I can think about is that she smells like chocolate and daisies and tastes like sunshine.

I flatten my tongue against the base of her throat and ignore how her hands are shaking in my hair because a guttural moan of, "Harry" rumbles her chest when I clamp my teeth on her ear.

And how this turned from playful to lustful in a second flat is lost on me, but not unbelievable. Because it's Layla.

"Tastes so good." I groan and Layla's' fingers yank at my hair and I'm not sure if I'm referring to the chocolate I am currently licking up from the underside of her jaw or the flesh that lays underneath.

Probably both.

We're both panting and not thinking about how we shouldn't be doing this or that I have a girlfriend or forget.

Because acting like that kiss never happened is impossible.

Not when I feel like this around her. Not when touching her and kissing her makes me feel like this.

Like putting on clothes straight from the dryer –warm and comforting- and you feel safe and familiar from the fabric gently resting against your curves like a lover. Or like the first few seconds of a rollercoaster when you're climbing up up up the hill and you're leaning into the seat and watching the world grow small below you as your heart pumps in anticipation as you wait for the drop.

Kind of like that.

And I am peppering kisses along her jaw, licking up the chocolate when necessary, and she is trembling against me and clawing at my hair and her chest is heaving from the sensation. I place delicate kisses on her cheek, getting most of the chocolate off, but not all before my lips are hovering over hers.

And she finally lets go of my hair to slip her hands down my chest and they shake slightly when my eyes meet hers –dark and full of want. Our breaths mingle together, so close that I can almost taste her -the air electric and filled with need.

Slowly, and gently, as if scared one wrong move could send the other fleeing, our lips graze each other's and it's like the striking of a match.

My heart pounds against my ribs and my throat dries and my stomach churns and skin heats and I want her. I need her. And-

"Monkey!"

And then the door that I must've forgotten to lock flies open and Layla and I jump away from each other like we had been burned.

And we had. I had.

And as soon as Jaime walks into the kitchen I know that I'll turn to ashes.

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WHOO! HAYLA AF.

Harry is bad okay he needs to get his act together. What did you think of their playfulness? The licking of the chocolate? Jaime at the end? Predictions?

So, Louis is daddy af for real now, huh?

Anyway, VOTE + COMMENT