Paris In The Rain [h.s]

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Standing in the middle of the room, I turn around to see Harry standing five feet away from me, his own form of insecurity flashing in his eyes, "Is it too much?"

"It's perfect," I smile, taking those few steps closer to him and standing on my tiptoes, placing my hands on either side of his face as I press my lips softly against his.

Harry sighs in relief against my lips, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me closer to him, "Are you sure you're ready for this, Flower?"

"I'm positive, baby," I whisper, pressing myself even closer to him than I already was. He smiles as I kiss him softly, not wanting to rush into things. I wanted to take my time and be able to take in every little detail and moment.

"And you haven't had too much to drink, right?"

"Only two glasses of champagne."

"So you're one hundred percent okay with this?"

I giggle softly, pulling away from him to looks into his eyes, "Harry, I'm ready. I'm not just doing this because I feel like I have to or because I'm drunk. I'm doing this because I love you and I want you and only you."

"I've never wanted somebody as much as I want you," he breathes out softly.

My cheeks flush red at his words as I take a step away from him, turning around and moving my hair away from my neck, "Unzip me?"

I instantly tense up as I feel his hands graze over the skin of my neck. Soft lips pepper kisses to my skin as he gently runs his hands up and down my sides, taking the zipper in between his fingers and dragging it teasingly slow down my back. I turn around once he's done and look up into his eyes before letting my dress fall to the floor and pool around my feet.

He takes in a sharp breath as his eyes roam over my body, that little voice in the back of my mind whispering to me that he's not going to like what he sees once I'm completely vulnerable in front of him. One of his hands comes up to trace my side with his fingertips, the simple touch causing goosebumps to rise on my skin and a small chuckle to fall from his lips.

Taking a few steps away from me and withdrawing his touch, he looks into my eyes as he starts to unbutton his shirt. My bottom lip slips between my teeth as more and more of his skin becomes visible in the dim candlelight, giving him a glowy golden look as if the sun itself was kissing his skin. Completely removing his shirt, he watches my eyes as I roam them over his torso before dropping his hands down to his belt buckle and undoing it.

I visibly gulp as he unzips his pants and lets them pool around his ankles, carefully stepping out of them while keeping eye contact with me. My heart begins to race as I reach behind my back to unclasp my bra and I close my eyes once the straps become loose around my shoulders, feeling the undergarment fall from my chest and hearing it drop to the floor.

"Open your eyes, Flower," Harry says, his voice cracking slightly.

I take a deep breath before slowly opening my eyes, looking up to see that Harry had his eyes glued to mine while his chest moved up and down rather harshly. Part of me was screaming to cover my chest back up and recoil underneath Harry's lust-filled gaze. But I knew I was safe.

Nothing but love and adoration filled his eyes as he let them travel slowly across my chest, his cheeks tinged a soft pink the same color as light pink roses, "You're so beautiful, Aurora," Harry whispers softly and it takes everything in me not to cross my arms over my chest.