desire /dɪˈzʌɪə/
noun;
a strong feeling of wanting to have something or wishing for something to happen.
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"You have to do more than just want it." His emerald orbs poured into her golden ones in confusion, not being able to decipher the meaning behind her words.
"See but I don't understand that. Every time we get close to it, something inside of me just pauses, I can't explain it, please just help me y/n."
Harry and y/n were good friends. As cliché as it sounds, they had met at a bar about 6 years ago. They talked for hours on end, becoming good friends instantly. They saw each other frequently enough, kept in touch, worked together, grateful for the other.
Harry had been on three dates with a girl named Julie. They hadn't put a label on it yet. They were just enjoying each other's company for now. Harry wanted to make sure this wasn't just a crazy fan too.
The two had gotten really close to kissing, more than once now, but Harry could never go through with it. He would always pull away, making things awkward or clear his throat and make up an excuse.
Which brings us to now. Harry was at y/n's home, looking for help, an explanation, he needed her to help figure out why he couldn't just go through with it.
Y/n was amused by Harry's panic and whining. She claimed he was being over dramatic and overthinking something that strangers could do at two am in a crowded nightclub.
"Look maybe, and don't get upset with me for saying this, the reason you can't go through with it is that, you... don't want really want to?" She scrunched her face up, getting up to place her plate in the sink.
"What are you talking about? That's ridiculous! Why wouldn't I want to? I wouldn't have gone out on three dates with her if I didn't want to right?" Harry was now unsure if he was asking y/n or himself.
He watched her walk to the fridge, tossing him a bottle of water and grabbing a can of soda for herself, setting it down on the counter and facing him.
"Maybe? Maybe not? Sometimes you think you want something and then you realize you don't. That's okay H, you know that right?" She raised her eyebrows at him, sipping on her sprite.
Harry held her stare for a second before shaking his head. "How do I know that though? It could be that I'm just nervous. What if I tell her it's not gonna work out and then I feel like I'm ready later? Y/n." He whined her name, plopping down on the stool next to her, his eyes narrowing when she let out a laugh.
"Okay listen, you've been attracted to someone before right? You know how this goes. Just try to remember how that feels like. I bet you don't feel that way with her." Harry groaned, laying his head on his tattoo covered arms.
"I've never had trouble kissing anyone. I hate this." He mumbled. Y/n frowned, seeing how genuinely upset he was about simply not being able to kiss a girl. She never thought this would be something they'd need to talk about.
She racked her mind, trying to find a way to explain it to herself so she could explain it to him. Then it clicked.
"Focus on emotion." She mumbled to herself, catching his attention. "What?"
She turned her full attention to him, moving a few inches to stand right in front of him. She took a deep breath, hoping he would understand if she walked him through it.
"Think about it H. Think about that urge you have when you wanna kiss someone, there's passion, intensity, tension. There's that heat, it's like a 'oh my God I gotta have you now' kinda feeling you know. It's like whether there are consequences or not, you're too absorbed by them to care and all you want is your lips on theirs, you wanna feel them impossibly close. Their very touch ignites your skin and you never wanna put out the fire growing inside of you, you just burn for only them."
She gulped down the rest of her drink before looking back at him, moving her left hand to his shoulder.
"In my opinion, anyone who doesn't captivate you like that, just isn't worth wasting your time on. But that's just me. Maybe it's different for everybody." She shrugged, waiting on his response.
Harry's eyes were fixed on his friend's lips, as his mind left Julie and replaced her with y/n. He understood now. He didn't want that with Julie. Watching y/n explain the feeling anybody should have before and during a kiss brought out something in him.
For some reason, he knew that if he kissed her, she would ignite his skin, she would pull him in so deep that he would never get enough. He knew she would wreck him in every way he would want and that made her incredibly dangerous to him.
"Y-yeah? What do you call that?" He stuttered out, his thoughts clouding his ability to speak.
"Desire." She spoke with a playful husky voice, letting out a whole hearted laugh immediately after.
"Desire." He repeated. And before Harry could understand what he was doing, he had her pressed up against her kitchen counter, his breath fanning her face as her heartbeat picked up dangerously.
"Do you mind if I try something love?" He breathed, his lips inches away from her's. She shook her head no, muttering a 'not at all'.
His delicate fingers tucked her hair behind her ears, before he entangled them in her long brown locks. His lips finally came into contact with her's and she couldn't help the smile that broke out when she felt him sigh into the kiss, indicating relief.
Not even 5 seconds into their exchange, Harry felt y/n's tongue poke at his bottom lip, causing a whimper to leave his throat. He obliged, parting his lips so her tongue could dance around in his mouth.
When his hands left her hair, moving down to grip her waist, a shiver ran down her spine due to the electricity his cold rings gave away. She gripped his shirt, moving one hand up to his hair, wanting him to practically become a part of her.
It was everything she said it should be. Intensity, passion, tension, heat. They wanted each other, right then and there. Harry's head was spinning, he was convinced he was getting drunk on her taste. Neither of them wanted this sensation to fade.
But it had to if they wanted to catch their breaths.
As soon as their eyes opened, they gazed at each other silently confessing that that was the most exhilarating feeling they'd ever felt.
"Well?" She whispered, trying to collect herself.
"That definitely wasn't a waste of time."
