"Tell me you love me
And I'll be good to you"
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You're a sexy Christmas ham. You're a sexy Christmas ham. You're a sexy Christmas ham.
I repeat the chant to myself inside my head as a silent pep talk, gathering the ovaries of steel to pull my robe open.
The anticipation in the air is palpable, it's enough to have my fingers trembling and Harry's suspenseful gaze locked on me, but that's not what is making my heart surge in my chest the most.
It's the emotion behind his eyes. Normally he can be expressive with them, but at the moment it's like every shred of anything he's ever felt is flowing out and threatening to knock me over.
I would always say it was like Harry locked himself away behind a door I was dying to see behind, and whilst he'd opened it months ago; at this very second it's like he's locked me inside that room and I'm seeing every part of it for the first time. Everything he's kept inside and written on the walls that he's kept for himself, now sharing it.
Totally unfiltered.
There's no reservations, insecurity or confusion on his face. He's just open. Overwhelmed, but open.
There's still that glossy tint to his eyes, with a hint of pink on the tip of his nose to match his flushed cheeks. Somehow, he still simultaneously manages to make looking close to bursting into tears mix effortlessly with looking like he wants to fuck me through a wall.
"You gonna show my what's under there darling? The suspense is killing me" Harry encourages in a slow voice, full of rasp from fighting back tears moments ago and I watch his chest jump with a breath when I grasp the edges of the robe to pull it open.
Harry notices me hesitate, and his brows twitch together as he leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees, "Don't be nervous, ever. Please. Let me see."
His tone is reassuring but I can also see on his face the briefest flash of, well I guess it almost looks like hurt? That I'd be nervous?
There's times where he enjoys making me squirm, but it seems to only be when there's a clear purpose to it but for the most part he seems to want me to be confident around him. I think he wants my nerves to be a choice around him, not to be genuinely stand-offish.
I compose myself, channeling the feeling I had the day I tried this on and had Jimmy's encouragement to feel comfortable and ignore the fact that I'm actually terrified of what Harry will think.
I hold my breath and let the robe start to slip from shoulders, inching down as I open it and let the silky fabric slip down my arms and down onto the floor; my heart hammers with every inch of skin it reveals and it feels like it hits the floor with the fabric.
It's like time stopped at the same time Harry's heartbeat did, and the last time I felt like this in front of him was the first time we slept together. I don't know why it feels like he's seeing me in underwear for the first time, but it does.
Harry hasn't so much as taken a breath, and I'm trying to figure out what to do with my hands.
What do you do with your hands in these situations? Should I put them on my hips?
Would I feel more powerful in a superhero pose?
How do people make this look so easy? How do you act 'sexy'?
Harry's eyes are frozen on me, darting everywhere at once with a neutral expression that I can't tell if it's from shock or disappointment.
That is, until he finally let's out the breath he was holding in and chokes on it.
I roll my lips inside my mouth and look to the ground, smiling to myself as he clears his throat a few times and opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out; he just sits there with his mouth open.
I glance up him, feeling my heart accelerate and blood rush to my cheeks while it looks like his brain has completely short circuited.
Have I finally managed to make him speechless?
Harnessing a surge of confidence from that silent reaction, and take a few steps to close the gap between us and harry's eyes stay transfixed as they trace over every inch of red decorating my body that they can.
I stand between his spread legs, and he falls back against the backrest of the couch with a slight thud.
"Do you like it?" I ask keeping my voice quiet, because quite frankly he looks like he's going to have a stroke and I don't want to startle him.
"I - I, uh..." Harry swallows, then blinks once, twice, and then closes his eyes shaking his head like he can't concentrate,"Uh - fuck, I..."
"Are you okay?" I suppress my smile, genuinely kind of concerned and watch as he takes a deep breath when his eyes drift open and he smooths his hair away from his forehead, finally looking at my face.
"No, I'm not - what the fuck are you trying to do to me Abby... I just, holy fuck" he stumbles over his words, taking in another once over like he can't believe it and then brings his hands up to hover near my hips but looks scared to even touch me, "This is what you bought the other day? You did this for me?"
I chew on my lip, my face feeling hot from how flattered I feel over his reaction. I'm not sure what I expected, but I didn't expect him to be this well... stunned.
"It was for you birthday" I murmur, looking down and fidget with my fingers in front of myself,"so yeah, I bought it for you."
"I am such a fucking asshole" he breathes like the oxygen was kicked out of him, reaching for my hands and pulls me towards him until I'm perching a knee either side of his hips and I rest my hands on his shoulders.
His hands again, hover near my hips and trace down over my thighs but he doesn't touch them while he watches the path his hands are taking, "I don't even think I deserve to touch you in this - god, I'm sorry I acted like such a prick."
"You were upset about Jimmy seeing me in it, I get it. We got over it" I tell him, feeling his hands finally settle on my thighs and I watch Harry's eyes flash wider as his jaw clenches.
Yep. That was the total wrong thing to remind him of right now, but I couldn't even stop it before it came out.
I wait for Harry to blow a blood vessel in his forehead, but instead his eyes go down to my cleavage under the red mesh of my bra and he takes in a slow breath.
"It's not polite to shoot your friends" he mutters to himself, and I try so hard not to crack a smile.
His gaze drifts up to mine again, and he swallows; moving his hands up my thighs to feel his palms over the straps and garters on them and his jaw softens, "I don't wanna get so angry about that stuff -- I just... I don't know. I just want this part of you all to myself - I don't know how to - it's, ugh.""
His brows pull together, again seeing him get frustrated he can't articulate what he wants properly so I decided to try and help, "Well... look at it this way" I coax him, keeping my tone gentle and smooth my hands over his shoulders to rest against his neck, "You're the only one that gets to take this off of me,"
My words have Harry lifting his brows, and sucking his lower lip under his teeth as that bothered look melts away to much more pleased one,"Just me?"
"Just you" I nod, feeling his fingers press hard into the skin of my hips when he rests his hands there.
"Forever?"
His soft question is almost humorous with how genuine it is, and his eyes flick between my own as he waits for a response like there could possibly be any other one I could give him than what I do.
"Always, Forever. If that's what you want" I could feel my stomach dropping down before it flipped and flew up into my chest, feeling like it punched me straight in the heart from hearing him ask me that.
Harry's eyes look next to me at the coffee table behind us, as he scans over his presents before focusing on my face and leaning forward, focusing his gaze on mine that feels like it could suffocate me.
"You're all I ever want."
His statement is concise, matter of fact and with absolutely no hesitation; it makes harder to breathe, with the weight of everything from today, the raw emotions and now this.
Harry wets his lips, leaning in more so our noses nearly touch and his rough voice whispers into the air between us, "Can I tell you a secret?"
I can only manage a nod, my chest is tight from how the atmosphere feels like it's strangling me. There is such an intense feeling, because he's looking at me with hungry eyes that also look flooded with that are also filled with heart cripping love.
His hands move from my hips trace his finger tips up my back,"Remember how I said I had firsts and lasts with you after that first night we had sex?... I came back from the bathroom and you had fallen asleep in bed..." he trails off to brush his nose against mine, before nudging it against my cheek and keeping his lips just out of reach of my own.
I'm trying to listen, but I'm getting distracted by him making my skin tingle with his fingers and the soft drawl to his voice; it's making my pulse get faster.
"There were several things that happened with you, that were new to me but I never let someone sleep in my bed before that night..." his breathing is hitting my skin as he murmurs in a thoughtful voice, sounding reminiscent over his memories,"...But, when I got into the bed... you curled up against me... cuddled me..."
He pauses, focusing his eyes on mine and the emotion that flashes through them slaps me,"That was the first time I'd been hugged - by anyone. When I said firsts and lasts, that's what I meant."
I feel my eyes start to burn, that lump lodging in my throat as I exhale a shaky breath and have absolutely no idea what to say back to that.
"That's what I became obsessed with, that feeling. I know that now. I thought it was just wanting to fuck you when I saw you again but it wasn't... it was that comfort, from you. I guess I thought if we fucked maybe you'd hug me again" his fingers ghost back down my back, and he keeps his stare on mine to watch my reaction.
Crying. Crying is my fucking reaction.
That night was his first hug?
I hate that I was asleep and don't remember it.
I think about the night he rang me for the first time to go to his apartment and we cuddled in his bed, how he said, "You still feel the same, it's soothing" and then all the times after that he took opportunities to be hugged. Even after his first nightmare I witnessed and he said "Please just hug me."
All these memories slam into me like a freight train, from since we've first known each other that have such a different meaning now. God I don't know how to process that properly.
"I know it's stupid, I just wanted you to know--"
"It's not stupid" I cut him off, my voice waving as I choke back the smallest sob that tries to leave my throat and my vision starts to blurr from the moisture in my eyes,"Don't ever call it stupid. Harry, I -- I... don't know what to say back to that."
He shakes his head, his own eyes becoming glassy as he blows out a breath,"Don't have to say anything, just needed you to know. You taught me what comfort was, and you're the only comfort I want."
"Please shut up and kiss me" I burst my words out in a single breath, feeling the tears making my lashes damp finally slip out of the corner of my eyes; gripping the sides of his neck to tug him towards me and connect his lips with mine.
It's like a burst of pressure as soon as our mouths touch, and Harry sucks in a sharp gasp through his nose; attacking my lips with his in a kiss that's desperate and frantic.
I can feel my emotions rupturing inside of me and it's such a conflicting feeling wanting to break out into tears while feeling so aroused at the same time.
Harry's hands go straight to my bare behind, that's only covered by two measly straps of the lingerie and grips onto it; shift forward on the couch and hoisting me up as he pushes himself up to stand and stumbles a few steps to steady himself from the abrupt motion.
My arms cling around his shoulders as tight as my thighs wrap around his hips while he blindly makes his way towards our bedroom, trying his hardest not to trip over his own feet or walk into something.
Both of our lungs are trying to suck in air they cant get and neither of us care, we're all gasps and panting shaky breaths mixed with trembling limbs and rushed movements.
There's a desperate infatuation building higher in the air that's begging to release, wrapping around both of us and making everything else disappear. He's taken over all of my senses, he's all I can feel, hear, see or smell. He's everything.
We manage to make it into our dim bedroom, only illuminated by the lamp without falling to our deaths, and I assume I'm going to be tossed onto the bed but inside Harry urges my thighs down until my feet hit the ground and he's the one that drops down to sit on the edge of the bed instead; his hands never leaving me and not feeling his lips at this point is unbearable.
I stand in front of him, weak at the nears and cloudy in the brain with my blood rushing through me body like fire on a kerosene trail.
Harry stares up to me under his ever eyes, his cheeks tinted with the flush that's creeped down his neck as well to match the cherry colour of his raw lips and it feels like I have a magnet in my chest; tugging at me with all it's force to get me closer to him.
"Turn for me. Wanna get a proper look at you - see how lucky I am" he rasps out of breath, and the deep gravel leaving him makes my spine shiver.
His hands on my hips urge me to spin around, and I will myself to move; not sure how my legs are able to with our jelly like they feel and my whole body erupts in goosebumps as my body does a slow turn because I can feel his eyes burning into me; it's making my hairs stand on end.
"M'so lucky... god fuckin help me" he whispers to himself and my body heats up listening to him.
His fingers trace over the bits of sparse fabric clung to my body, admiring it until I'm facing him again and my lungs constrict at the way his face has gotten the lust drunk look to it.
Harry's hands come up, going to the red material hiding my chest from him and lets his fingers follow the edges of it; teasing his digits over my perked nipples and my insides jump at the feeling. He continues going down and repeating his memorizing over the garter belt and panties, taking in each detail like he never wants to forget it and is branding it into his mind.
"Kinda don't wanna open it... you're wrapped so pretty" he murmurs, looking up to catch my eyes when he repeats the same phrase from earlier.
At this point, I don't think I'd even care if he ripped this lingerie off me, I just need him because this suspense is fucking killing me.
My hands are shaking from the tension in the air, there's trepidation and soul crushing anticipation mixed with feverish need and I don't know how much more I can take, This all feels so intense.
"You're too good for me baby, you realise that don't you?" he asks in a hushed tone, letting his knuckles graze against the front of my underwear; making my breath hitch in my throat and keeps his eyes entrapping mine to take in my reactions, "All the things you do for me, everything you did today. I wanna figure out how to be good enough for you."
He drags his tongue across his lower lip, sliding his palms down the front of my thighs,"Just give me a chance, I'll figure out how to love in a way that's good enough for you..."
You are good enough for me, you idiot. You always have been.
I can't take this anymore, before I can think twice I rush forward; leaning down to grasp his face and clamber on top of him and kiss him as hard as I can; the force making Harry fall backwards as his shoulders hit the mattress with a bounce and his hands shoot up to take hold of my hips.
He only gives me a few seconds before he's flipping us; climbing over me and ushering me further up the bed while our mouths find it impossible to detach from each other but by some miracle they manage to, and Harry pushes himself up on to his knees to look down at me from his position perched between my legs.
His chest his heaving with his hair all over the place, random strands dangling in front of his forehead as his fingers move to fumble with the few done up buttons of his dress shirt; but he gets frustrated with the last two his shaky fingers can't seem to undo so he just rips the remaining two open and tugs the fabric off his shoulders and tosses it.
I get drunk off the sight of him when he focuses on his belt and jeans next, acting like the material is burning his skin and he needs it off his body. Every muscle in his torso contracts and tenses with the movements of his arms; his stomach tensing after he's discarded his belt and starts to shove his jeans down his thighs until he can shuffle them off his legs.
He drops forward as soon as his legs are free, his large hands dipping into the bed next to my waist with my legs bent either side of his shoulders as he turns his head to leave a trail of heated wet open kisses up my skin that makes my centre throb.
Every action feels heightened, it's so conflicting because it's so fervent but gentle at the same time; his movements are heated but careful and tender at the same time.
It's like he's trying to fuck my heart but love my body to death.
My hands move to his hair, stroking through it as he moves his mouth to my other thigh, paying it the same attention and I gasp when he takes the strap from my garted between his teeth to let it snap back against my skin.
"Harry please..." I sigh in a wavering breath, not one hundred percent sure what I'm asking for exactly but I just need him.
"S'okay baby" he hushes against my skin, moving his hands to grip the hem of my underwear sitting over top of the garter, "M'gonna be so good to you. Make you feel how I do."
I brace myself to feel the material tear against my skin, holding my breath but my eyes snap wide when I feel him gently start to tug it down my hips instead.
His eyes focus on his hands dragging the material down my thighs, like he's savouring it until he sits up on his knees again and lifts my legs to remove my underwear completely.
How is it that this man has killed people and yet him not ripping those is one of the most shocking things he's done.
Harry dangles the red fabric on his fingertip, raising a cheeky brow at me, "Think I might frame these. Hang em' up with my butterflies."
"Don't you dare" I burst out a laugh, swatting at his hand as he giggles to himself, dropping the underwear next to me on the bed.
He moves his hands to slip under my back that I arch to help him while he feels around and uses his fingers to unclasp my bra; his gaze admiring it slipping it up off my arms and mumbles to himself as he discards it with my panties, "Gonna frame that too."
I roll my eyes, grinning to myself but it's slapped off my face when his eyes lock on my face and one hand takes my thigh to push it against the bed to spread my legs further apart and he drags his fingers up my heat; tracing through the warmth and arousal that had already soaked into the fabric he'd since removed.
My mouth falls open at the same time his brows pinch hard together, his jaw clenches when he let's his gaze momentarily flick down to his fingers exploring my sex.
My hips buck up when he focuses his fingertips against my sensitive nerves, feeling like my core has its own heartbeat as it shoots jolts of pleasure through me and Harry leans forward to rest his hand next to my head; dipping his mouth down to latch it around my nipple, nipping and sucking against it.
"Oh- Ah, god" I hiss curving my chest up as my hips start to squirm while he traces slow lazy patterns against my clit, "Harry - please, don't tease me - just, fuck I need--"
My words are cut short when he applies my pressure to my nerves, massaging leg numbing patterns against me while his teeth give my nipple a gentle tug before he moves to the other one to pay it the same attention; and I gasp at the cold air that hits my nipple, that the warmth of his mouth abandoned.
"Tell me how it feels," he mumbles against my flesh when he moves his mouth to drag his lips between my cleavage, and trace his slick tongue over my sternum, "I wanna know how you feel right now, tell me."
Like my vagina is about to scream in agony if you don't hurry up and fuck me.
"Amazing" I manage to pant out instead, squeezing my eyes closed as my hips rut against his fingers when he dips them down to slip through my dripping centre and tease at my entrance before dragging them back up, "A-amazing b-but I'm going to explode if you keep teas-"
Harry shakes his head, flicking his eyes up to stare at me under his lashes when he licks a wet stripe up between my breasts, "No I wanna know how it feels..." his lips press against the skin over my heart, and I'm sure he could feel how hard it's slamming against my chest,"here. Tell me how you feel."
I choke on a moan when he dips his fingers down to my entrance at my silence, sinking his middle and ring finger inside of me as his humid forehead drops against my chest and it's like he's trying to coax my answer out of me with come hither motions against my walls as he starts to thrust them inside of me.
"Tell me" he groans, his low voice dropping even deeper as he relishes my muscles gripping around his fingers, "please."
"It - it feels like - uh, god it feels like --" I whimper when curls his fingers, massaging inside of me at that pressure point that makes my stomach quiver and I fight to keep talking as I squeeze my eyes shut.
It feels like my heart is about to get pregnant, or needs to start a porn career at this point thanks to you.
"It feels so good it hurts, l-like I have my chest feeling that full it's painful but- but it's incredible -- it's a, ah fuck, it's an ache like I can't get close enough and I feel full and empty at the same time, because I always need more of you."
I'm rambling like a fucking mindless lunatic, I can barely keep track of what I'm saying; I'm just trying to describe it so I can finally have him, "It's like -- god Harry I don't know, it just feels like I'm being fucking crushed with how much I love you."
My barely coherent confession makes Harry still his fingers, slowly drawing them out to move to his briefs and tug them down; while he sucks in a heavy broken breath and lifts his face to seal his mouth against mine, stealing the wind straight out of me with his tongue.
His hand grabs hold of my thigh to hook it around his hip as he shifts closer until I feel the weight of his warm length heavy against my pubic bone while the atmosphere in the room feels like a blanket with an electric current, buzzing around us and enveloping us all at once.
"That's exactly how I feel" he pants out against my lips, his voice thick and strained from what he's feeling both physically and emotionally, "Feels like it could kill me but I never want it to stop."
I roll my hips up against him, threading my fingers into his hair and beg into the hot air between our lips,"Please -- I need you, please fuck me."
Harry shakes his head and I think I may very well burst into tears for an etirely different reason now, the tight knot in my lower half feeling like torture at this point but he hushes me when he sees the distraught look on my face.
"Shhhh," his hips lift back as his hand wraps around the base of his length and he teases it up and down my drenched folds, "I'm not gonna stop - I just, I don't wanna fuck you... it's not the right word. It's more than that. Just wanna love you... make you feel it."
He applies pressure with his tip against my entrance, holding up his weight on his elbow next to me so he can tilt his head up to watch my face; his heavy glazed eyes locked on mine with his brows hooded over them and he murmurs a quiet request, "Please keep looking at me."
I'm almost caught off guard, because normally that's an order from him but his inflection was a desperate plead.
It doesn't feel like the human body should be able to withstand all these sensations, it feels devastating but in the most euphoric way. Violent bliss. Chaotic calm. Any endless mix of contradictions you can think of.
I fight to stop my eyes fluttering shut, staying captivated by the way his pink lips are parted and the way they twitch to verbalize a silent moan that can't quite make its way out when he inches forward a fraction to feel his tip slip past the threshold and into my warmth.
My brows are scrunched together in pleasure, fighting to keep my hips still as the moment feels paralyzing when he stretches out time into slow agonising second when he pushes forward in a slow savouring motion.
I may be able to describe how I feel with words, but Harry has this ability to speak with his body in a way I'd never be able to. It's a language he's effortlessly fluent in and he will pour out everything he may not understand but wants to say and paint them with vivid physical descriptions.
It's just like his eyes, they'll tell you everything you need to know you just have to learn their language.
When he finally sinks into me completely and I stretch around him; his teeth suck his lower lip under his teeth, while a low skin tingling moan echoes from deep in his chest as he stays stilled there.
There's something indescribable about the moment, it feels fragile and vulnerable, and his eyes aren't wavering from mine when his hand comes up to brush my hair away from my damp forehead before resting his palm against my jaw, "Wrap your legs around me - I wanna be closer."
His voice is low and hushed, like he thinks the only room for words is between the small gap of our faces and anything more would shatter the world around us.
I do as he asks, tightening my thighs around his hips and resting the heels of my feet against his thighs; feeling him sink even deeper and I watch the veins in his neck strain at the feeling.
I feel so overwhelmed at the moment, the reactions my body is happening mixing with the fierce emotions that seem to be rippling out of both of us makes it feel like my heart is choking me in my throat - it's almost too much.
"Please move" I beg, barely able to get the whisper out and Harry struggles to keep his breathing even as he watches my face and slowly draws his hips back; wrecking me with the amount of adoration on his face as he rolls his hips forward in a languid motion to fill me again.
My fingers tighten in his hair when my hips come up to meet his, and he starts a slow drawn out rhythm, not wavering his gaze when he pants out a soft groan as his eyes become heavier.
I don't think I'll ever have someone look at me the way he does. He's pouring out every conceivable ounce of love he has through those green eyes that captured me since the first time I saw them.
My eyes threaten to drift closed, the blissful feeling enveloping all of my limbs too much to stay conscious too but Harry ducks his face down, attaching his mouth to mine, jolting me wide awake with the passion behind it and I moan into the kiss which elicits a stomach knotting whine from him.
Before I know what's going on, Harry is rolling us; turning on his side with me facing him and takes hold of my leg to hook it over his hips while his other arm wraps under my waist and around my back.
His hand reaches between us, grasping his length and placing it at my entrance before he thrusts into me again making me cry out at the feeling from this angle.
He keeps me hugged close to him, connecting his centre with mine in long deep strokes while his hand comes up to table in my hair and he presses his forehead against mine; darting his eyes between my own.
"Stay with me" he pleads, and his inflection sounds like it has more than one meaning behind it for him, "Keep looking at me. Look at how you make me feel. Let me show you."
I can only respond with a gasp that hitches in my throat when he buries himself into me as deep as he can, rolling his centre against mine and my arm that isn't resting between us is clinging to his back; my nails digging into his skin to hold on.
I don't know why I feel like crying the way i do right now, but it looks like it's affecting Harry the same way; the amount of love and pleasure is crippling both of us.
His hand slips from my hair for a brief moment, to reach and grab for my hand between us and guides it down to between my legs, and I take the hint; letting my fingers find my throbbing sensitivity and work towards unravelling the tightness in my abdomen.
"Oh- god, shit" I whimper, shocked by the combination of all the sensations assaulting my body and my hips writhe at the feeling.
"That's it baby - you make me feel so fuckin good, I want you to feel it too," he pants, his forehead slick with sweat while both of our bodies feel like theyre burning and his thrusts start to build with more purpose; fucking into me with erotic affection, as if he's trying to spell out every feeling he has with his body.
My stomach starts to tremble as warmth floods my lower half, and my muscles start to contract and flutter around him which only encourages him; feeling him use his slow rhythm to drag out the feeling to the point I don't know how to handle it.
I can feel him being swallowed inside of me with each thrust when my fingers slip down to where we're joined, until I drag them back up to push myself closer to the edge.
Harry finally caves, moving his face to bury it against my neck when my walls contract around him as my hips rolls with his and he cusses a loud, "Fuck, Abby".
His breathing gets even more ragged as every muscle in his body becomes tense with his movements, and he begs muffled words against my skin; tightening his arm around me like he somehow needs me closer.
"Tell me you love me"
It hasn't escaped me that he's hugging me during all of this, and the realisation of how much that physical action means to him has my eyes watering mixed with what my body is experiencing.
I manage to stutter out a breathless "I love you", heaving out the air in my lungs as I work my fingers faster and Harry fucks me further in love with him.
"I love you so fuckin much Abby - so god damn much," he groans, pulling his hips back only to thrust them forward that deep I cry out, raking my nails down his skin while my leg tightens around his hip to pull him closer.
"Please don't ever stop loving me," he pleads, his voice cracking has he gets consumed by what he's feeling and I struggle to ever get words out.
"I can't stop" I gasp, my whole body tensing as my back arching and that knot in my gut starts unraveling to shake my limbs.
"I can't stop either" his words are punctuated with a loud moan, his thrusts becoming more abrupt when he feels me tipping over the edge, "Go on baby - come, love me - let me feel it."
I couldn't stop it if I tried, it had already started like a domino effect making me scream in the back of my throat from the force of it and chant out a string of harry's name and holy phrases that don't belong in a moment like this; my body convulses and shakes while I clamp around his length and harry grunts at the feeling, whispering praises to coaxe me through it.
"That's my girl" he rasps, "Always so good to me -- fuck!" his sentence gets cut short with a loud growl that sounds like it was punched out of him' his rhythm faltering as he clings to me and sobs out moans against my neck.
It's only three more uneven thats before he's snapping his centre forward and sinking into me to grind his hips against me; his muscles shuddering and jolting as he gasps for air and his own orgasm punches into him like a freight train.
Hearing and feeling him in so much bliss is only dragging out the aftershocks of my own end, and we're a mess of limbs and shameless noises until I feel him still completely and his release erupts into me in warm spurts, making his body twitch with each one.
I'm like a limp puddle of jello, but harry stays clung to me; sucking in harsh breaths while he doesn't dare move and our sweaty bodies stay tangled while he's inside me as we struggle to recover.
"God I love birthdays" he rasps, laughing under his breath and sounding delirious. I can only hum in response and I'm fighting to even stay awake.
He's just about fucked me straight to sleep.
We lay wrapped up in each other, and I know I need to get up and go get cleaned up but i honestly can't be bothered this very second, I'm enjoying this post orgasmic - post dimension ascending emotional experience far too much. I just want to stay close to him.
"Abby can I ask you something?" Harry drawls, finally letting his face fall against the pillow but keeps it close enough so our noses nearly touch.
"Sure" my eyes are closed, and I'm basically slurring, I think I'm drunk on love and dopamine.
His next question though, smacks me out of the fog in my brain. His voice is slow, and exhausted when he asks, "When people get married -- it's so they can keep each other forever, right?"
My heart literally just stopped dead in my chest, along with my lungs.
My body is still as the dead, and my mind races as I fumble to answer, "Uhm, well - yeah. Usually that's the idea behind it... why?"
Harry is silent for a moment while I have my own internal meltdown, until his hoarse tired voice fills my ears, with an ambiguous simple answer.
"...Just wondering."
***
How are we all feeling after that?