S-s-stutter [Zarry]

sticky curls and sappy words

+Harry

His fingers card through my sticky curls.

My erratic heartbeat stills as my eyelids flutter closed.

"S'that feel nice?"

I hum contently and his lips skim my cheek. His stubble scrapes my skin but I don't want him to shave.

Everything is perfect as is. I wouldn't change a thing.

There's a soft light in his amber eyes and his face is glowing.

He looks so ethereal.

"Have I ever told you that your skin looks like caramel?"

A small chuckle as I nestle up beside him.

"You have now."

"I didn't know it could feel that good," I blush furiously. "You did everything you could to ensure that-"

Warm tears I have to fight back.

"You didn't hurt me."

"No more bad dreams okay? I'm right here."

I nod and curl back up beside him.

"Intimacy shouldn't scare you. I know what happened to you was horrifying but I don't want that to come between us."

His voice is so soft, words so kind I can't stop them from falling.

"Shh, don't cry love."

"My nightmares betray me. You don't understand. It's you but then again it isn't. It's your voice and your face but you want to inflict pain. You're a sadist."

That sounds so crazy tumbling from my mouth because he's caressing my cheek and kissing my forehead.

He would do those things to me. He'd never force me into anything, never tie me up or gag me. Never pound into me relentlessly, ingoring my cries and pleas for him to stop. He would never use me for his own pleasure.

"It feels so real. Usually it's memories of what happened but the closer we get the more you infiltrate my dreams. The more you-"

"I love you," he murmurs.

I let that sink in. It's so honest and raw my heart dips in my chest.

And my lips find his.

Slow exploration, my tongue delving inside his mouth.

The rustle of the sheets and the sound of my heartbeat.

I'm utterly lost.

His eyes search mine.

Gold meeting green. Caramel skin mixed with white chocolate.

He's so warm I'm melting.

"I don't think I need to go to your appointments anymore."

"That's going to be strange. I'm so used to you sulking on the sofa and me jotting down notes...scribbling all of the things I find beautiful about you."

"No way," my cheeks flush.

"Guilty," he grins. "Sometimes I'd get bored."

"You're still a good listener."

"Partially because I love the sound of your voice," he chuckles. "But mostly because I care about you. You make me soft."

"Bollocks Zayn, you're always soft."

More laughter and I'm nuzzling into his side.

"You're such a kitten Harry."

"Stop," I groan.