vegas | H.S.

s t a t e o f a l a r m

"I'll run a bath for you. To relax and soothe your muscles, yeah?" Harry's lower half was clothed in boxers, and her eyes glued to his tiny bum sauntering around the bathroom to prepare her bath. She couldn't help but giggle at the sight.

Harry's hands were fast at work; he turned on the European style bathtub with golden feet to prop it off the tiled flooring. The water rushed to fill the closed off container, his eyes immediately spotting the bath bombs situated on the side of the tub. He dropped it inside, then hopped on the surface of the sink across from where his nude girlfriend sat.

Her body was imperfectly perfect, flawed in just the right places to have his heart captured. His jade orbs studied the wavelets of her tummy, how delicate her skin looked from his position. Her ankles pointed inwards like a toddler awaiting her mother. She looked fragile, lip sinking because of her teeth's pressure to the skin he couldn't help but kiss. She had held him hostage, and he loved every minute of the visual torture.

"What?" She giggled after noticing his surveillance.

"Nothing," He replied with a uplifting chuckle sprawling from his lips as he slide his jaw to and fro.

"Okay, weirdo," Her head tilted to the side to allow the hair strands that tickled her neck to fall off her shoulder. "Are you getting in with me?"

"Well," he leapt off the heightened surface to caper over to the nearly full bathtub before turning his eyes to her, "if you insist."

Once they were comfortable inside of the scorching, but relieving water, the silence casted over them. Her back was against his chest, the height of the liquid covering the image of her breasts. His roaming hands had found their place in the center of her belly, quilting over it. Her eyes were screwed shut, relaxation washing the pain to the shore.

"What do you have in mind to do today?" Harry would like to spend the day inside the hotel with her. He read the plentiful amount of amenities the establishment had, including a sauna that was 'worth every penny' as the receptionist said. It was contradictory to the chilling weather outside which he hated to some degree. The one advantage was he could hold Vegas' hand with her cute, adorable mittens on while walking.

"Not sure. How about staying in?"

Perfect, Harry thought.

"Sure, whatever you would like baby girl," He placed an airy kiss to her temple. He observed how her hair was dampening against his chest, and he wondered something. . . "If I may ask, does your hair always curl up when water hits it?"

"Yes, it does. Remember that selfie I sent you when curly hair?" She asked, twiddling with his fingers under the bubbly water.

"Yeah. How could I forget? It's still my lockscreen."

"Well, that's how my hair is," She laughed at his honesty. Her fingers released his to scoop up water, pattering it to her hair repeatedly. "When it dries, it'll be a curly Afro."

He was enchanted by her. He had never dealt with a woman without any worry of his concern of her natural state. Of course there were times she did not want to remove the chemicals from her skin, but in due time, she was content around him to purge it.

"I can't wait to see."

"That's all you will see today. I don't feel like doing anything with my hair. Especially now that we are staying in."