Resolution

45. Never Gonna Leave This Bed

"Wake you up in the middle of the night to say, 'I will never walk away again.' I'm never gonna leave this bed." 

Song: Never Gonna Leave This Bed

Artist: Maroon 5

My body was warm when I woke up, the human blanket of a man covering me almost completely.  Harry’s arm was wound tightly around my neck, his forearm snaking between the small gap while his other was draped lazily on the pillow above my head.  His breath fanned across my neck warmly because of the way his face was buried in my neck, and his thigh pushed between mine.  He was still fast asleep, the gentle rise and fall of his chest telling me so. 

My fingers moved automatically down his back, the nails scratching lightly into his skin as he slept.   The memories of last night flooded back to me and I couldn’t suppress the grin that spread across my face.  The words Harry and I had exchanged, the gentle touches, and the way he’d physically shown me how much he loved me all flashed through my brain, and my heart positively swelled with love for him.

This beautiful boy, who had been so opposed to anything resembling a relationship when I first met him, had come so incredibly far.  He had figured out how to express himself, on the rare occasion that he did, he’d learned, mostly, how to behave in a relationship, but most of all, he’d learned how to love.  It was completely evident to me that while it was still extremely new to him, it was just as real for him as it was for me. 

A sudden sharp exhale from around my neck told me he had woken up, although I wasn’t sure why.  It was if his body sensed that I was no longer sleeping and had woken him up.  He squeezed his arm behind my neck, hugging himself to me before his lips pushed against the hollow at my throat.

“Morning,” he grumbled, easily assessing that I was awake.  His voice was so deep and gravely it was almost impossible to understand him.  If he realized how completely he was covering me, he didn’t show it because he made no attempts to move himself off me. 

“Hi,” I said, my voice leaking with the happiness I felt.  Last night had been absolutely incredible, and I could still feel the after effects of it running through my veins.  “How are you?”

“Sleepy,” he murmured into my neck.  I could feel his shoulders shifting beneath my palms as he readjusted himself slightly but still resting his weight on me.  His shift in position allowed me to feel him pressed against my thigh, firm and very much not sleepy.

“I think you’re lying,” I teased quietly.  My hands continued to pet down his back, their movements slow and languid as I took in the feel of his warm skin.  His lips pressed into my neck again, this time lingering a little longer as they parted against my skin.  He shifted his hips forward, pressing himself against my entrance and I was suddenly buzzing with electricity. 

“Hmm, maybe,” he mumbled, trailing his lips up my neck and down my jaw before kissing the corner of my lips.  His eyes, despite being bleary with sleep, were an electric green in his current state.  His gaze held mine as he shifted forward and pushed into me slightly, waiting for me to stop him. 

Like I would ever, ever stop him.

I lifted my head from the pillow to let my lips meet his, kissing him in the early morning light.  He took that as permission and shifted completely forward, pushing slowly into me until I was stretched to perfection.  Our kisses remained light and feathery as he rolled his body forward slowly, the delicate movements earning a quiet moan from me. 

My hand clung to him, never remaining in one place for long as they trailed across his shoulders, down his sides, and around his waist over and over.  His hips moved slowly, his actions lazy in the early morning but no less delicious than they had been any previous time.  He didn’t let his hands roam my body, instead he kept them around my face, petting back my hair or cupping my cheeks as he held himself up on his elbows.