AN: Okay so this is basically the same chapter but in Harry's P.O.V...just minus the sex scene. It's the post-sex scene which you've already seen through Rory's eyes and some more of their conversation that you haven't seen.
Love you and I hope you enjoyed this double update as much as I did!
~Alex
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Harry's P.O.V
To be lying on her chest - just skin to skin as my fingertips painted away on her body, almost as if they had a mind of their own - was the exact definition of happiness itself.
Feeling her run her dainty fingers through my hair and the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest caused a wave of complete and utter peace to consume me all at once.
Being in love with Aurora was like being in love with someone you've known your entire life. She was just so easy to love and let into your heart - and she surely had taken over mine. She filled up my mind every passing second of the day, even being daring enough to take over my dreams.
And to be loved by Aurora was a masterpiece on its own. A greater masterpiece than even the most famous painters could come close to comparing to. Every dip and curve of her body was carved to utter perfection, her imperfections only igniting the beauty that was both within and outside of her.
Now to have experienced such a beautiful moment with her was something life itself could never come close to. It was almost as if I was now complete, my heart no longer missing a piece that I was sure I would never find.
Aurora had found that missing piece and put it back in its place as if it had been sitting right in front of me all this time. For once I could be silent and let actions speak. She knew she was my world, what else could we ask for?
"That was amazing," we both say in unison, causing us both to laugh. Even hearing the melodic sound of her laughter made my heart flutter in my chest and I couldn't help but grin even wider, knowing I was way past the stage of being whipped.
Picking my head up, I rest my chin in the valley of her breasts, gazing happily into her starstruck eyes that were still glazed over with ecstasy. I couldn't help but smile at her while she smiled down at me, the small action alone taking my breath away.
"You were amazing, Flower. I can't believe you made me wait so long to experience something as breathtaking as this," I murmur, watching the way her cheeks flushed a soft pink and a smile twinged at her lips.
I shiver softly as she pushes my messy hair away from my face, my heart racing once more as she brings her finger down to trace the outline of my lips, "How do you think I feel after having waited for so long? I feel so incredibly stupid," she says with her eyes trained on my lips, the steady rise and fall of her chest the only thing keeping me grounded.
"So it was good then, yeah?" I ask her, planting a cocky smile on my face.
Her lips curl up into a smile as she flicks my nose softly, soft giggles falling from her glistening lips, "I was right...you are cocky. And I've only just boosted your ego," her smile remains planted on her face as she rakes her fingers through my hair, the look in her eyes causing my stomach to do flips, "But seriously though, thank you, baby. Thank you for making tonight unbelievably special and unforgettable."
"Anything for you, Flower," the simple nickname I had given her rolling off of my tongue and causing me to grin. I shift forward slightly before planting my lips on hers, every nerve in my body becoming jittery and overwhelming with love, "If anything I should be thanking you. I've never experienced anything like that ever before," I add before kissing her honey-like lips again, humming contentedly as if my body could never get enough of her.
The need - the want - for her was a craving that never seemed to go away no matter how much I touched or kissed her. Even still being positioned inside her - although it was a feeling that was unlike any other - didn't feel close enough to her as much as I craved to be.
Her soft skin underneath my fingertips and the steady rise and fall of her chest against my cheek as I created random patterns on her ribs filled my heart with joy and admiration. I loved her for everything that she was and everything she represented in my life and the others around her.
I called her my Flower not only because it simply suited her, but because of what a flower represents and stands for. They can stand for strength, purity, happiness, patience, and of course love - all of which perfectly depict Aurora in more ways than one.
But it was the beauty that each flower held on its own. Each different flower type held its own meaning but every single one was beautiful. Of course, they had their flaws but that didn't make them any less perfect. It was their beauty that drew you in and had you feeling attached after just one look.
And that's what happened to me the second I caught sight of Aurora at my art exhibition.
Right away, I felt drawn to her. It was almost as if there was a magnet pulling us together that was begging us - telling us - that we had found the one. There were no questions and everything fell into place all at once. I saw myself having a future with her and thinking that she was the woman I would spend the rest of my life loving. Maria no longer seemed to even exist once my eyes started following Aurora around as she observed my artwork.
Something inside of my chest had fluttered as she explained what she thought my art stood for, her words accurately putting them into words better than I ever could. She took my heart into her hands the second she turned her head to look at me as her eyes roamed over me. I felt nervous for once as she slowly observed me and I tried my best not to shift under her intriguing gaze.
But those nerves were calmed the second her signature smell of flowers and honey hit my nostrils and seeped its way into my brain. I could've sworn up and down her scent followed me around those four weeks we were apart, the only thing on my mind during those weeks being the woman in the navy blue dress who took my breath away and seemed to already be picking up the pieces of my heart.
I start tracing out her figure on her ribs with my fingers. As always, she's sparked that creative side in me that makes me want to paint for days and days until I could draw her from memory - although I was already getting closer and closer to that with each passing day. She made me enjoy painting when I sat down in front of a canvas and let my hands do the talking.
Aurora made my imagination come alive. She was the exact definition of a muse. Every small action and every quick look set something off inside of me that drew me to a blank canvas until I filled it with that spark she had set off inside me. The view of Rome no longer ignited that flame. Now it was only her.
Thinking back to our time spent in Sicily, I recall a question she had asked me that I never gave her an answer to, "You know, baby. I just recalled that question you asked me on the beach in Sicily. When you asked me if I preferred Paris or Rome," I mumble softly while continuing my small action of painting small images in my mind onto her skin.
She hums quietly, the small action sending shivers down my spine and my body to vibrate with electricity, "Yes, I remember. I never got an answer from you, you know. You said Rome but you never explained why."
Smiling to myself, I replied, "Would you like my answer now?"
"Only if you have one for me."
Of course I had an answer. I answer I had known long before I had seen her again at the wine tasting. That answer only etched itself deeper into stone once we kissed for our first time on the beach the next night, "I do. And I still would have to say Rome."
"Oh, really?" She asks with an almost unnoticeable giggle, "and why is that?"
Picking my head up once again to rest my chin against her skin, I feel a sincere smile plant itself on my swollen lips, "Because of you."
My heart races as she bites her bottom lip gently while my breathing becomes uneven once she places her fingers underneath my chin, leaning her head forward go catch my lips with hers, "How do I know you don't use that line on every girl you stumble across?" She asks with her lips still pressed softly against mine.
"Because you're the only girl who's cared enough to ask me a question like that," I confess, peeking one eye open to catch her reaction.
Her eyelashes flutter against her cheekbones as her lips curl into a smile. I felt her heart race against my chest before she connects our lips again, my eyes fluttering closed as that euphoric feeling washes over me once more.
She shifts her hips slightly, causing both of us to inhale sharply and our eyes to snap open. Knowing if we stayed this way for much longer she would grow uncomfortable, I slowly pull out of her, taking in a shaky breath once the emptiness sets in and I'm left feeling like I still wasn't close enough to her. She takes my face in her hands and pulls my lips back to hers, her soft fingertips tickling my skin while her mouth dances with mine.
"Come outside with me," I mumbled against her lips, wanting to see the way her skin glowed under the pale moonlight.
"Outside? Baby, I'm naked and I can't feel my legs," she giggled while pulling away from me to look me in the eyes, "You're naked as well."
"So?" I grin. Climbing off of her, I stand beside the bed and hook my arms underneath her legs and back, laughing softly as she squeals slightly and throws her arms around my neck.
"Harry, no! You have neighbors and it's freezing outside," her eyes widen as she sees me walking towards the open balcony doors.
Gazing down at her as the moonlight washes over her skin in the most poetic way, my heart seems to go into overdrive, "I'm pretty sure they're not awake. It's nearly 1 am, baby. And besides...if they are, I think they probably would have heard us."
Her eyes seem to grow even wider as a thought races its way into her mind, "Oh my God, Harry! What about your mom and Gem. Oh, and Mike!"
"Relax, Flower," I chuckle while sitting down in one of the chairs sitting on the balcony, "Mum is staying the night at a friends house and Gem and Michael are at their house. It's only us here."
She seems to relax in my arms as she snuggles herself closer to me, the cold air surrounding us and causing goosebumps to rise on our skin. Bringing her hand up to my chest, she starts tracing the swallows embedded near my collarbones, "I really hope you know it's freezing out here. You're an absolute madman for bringing us outside."
While she was right, I couldn't help but admire how the soft pale light from the moon lit up her skin in the most angelic way, forming to every curve of her figure. Tiny crystals seemed to embed themselves into her skin as she shone brighter than any star ever could. Her chestnut brown hair contrasted perfectly against her soft olive skin and although I couldn't see her eyes, I knew they were shining and filled with happiness yet again.
When the light first started diminishing in her eyes, I knew something was wrong. I hated seeing that happiness slip away from her day after day while I stood around and just watched it happen. She wouldn't have let me in to help her, saying she needed time and so did I. So each passing day, her eyes grew more and more dull and left me feeling like I was doing something wrong.
But then when the truth finally came out - the entire truth - that light reappeared and my happy Flower was back to being her usual cheerful self, the sunlight following her wherever she went. Her eyes shone with happiness once more and I had never been happier and more at ease.
Once again, my fingers itched to pick up a paintbrush. My mind seemed to race as I pictured the image onto a canvas, feeling and seeing every flick of my wrist and subtle curve. I closed my eyes as my fingertips once again started drawing the image onto her skin, my breathing slowing and heart thrumming in my ears as I let my mind and hands take control.
I laugh as I feel her violently shiver against me, pausing my movements and wrapping my arms tighter around her while drawing her closer to my chest, "We'll go back inside in a minute. I want to admire the way your skin looks underneath the moonlight for a bit longer," I murmur softly in her ear while rubbing my hands up and down the bare skin of her back, trying to keep her warm.
She hums in response as the pad of her fingers continue to trace my swallows, "Your skin looks pretty underneath the moonlight, too. It's almost as if you glow brighter than the moon and the stars combined."
"Woah, I had no clue I was Edward Cullen," I joke, eliciting a loud laugh to fall from her lips as she peers up at me through her eyelashes.
"I mean...you're middle name is Edward. I think it's a sign," she smiles brightly at me and I let out a soft laugh, craning my head down to peck her lips.
"I think you're right," I grin before pecking her nose as well, "At least then that means we'd get to live for eternity. And like I said...even eternity wouldn't be enough time with you."
Blush tinges at her glowing cheeks as her nose scrunched up slightly, "Cheesy boy."
"Hey, now. I'm a twenty-six-year-old man. I'm no boy," I poke her sides gently. Butterflies swarm in my stomach as her laugh fills the quiet night air, her body squirming on top of mine as she tries to escape my prodding fingers that remained to tickle her sides.
"Stop it!" She squeals softly while laughter falls from her sparkling lips.
Finally stopping my actions, she takes deep breaths as she regains her composure, "We're going to get sick. I hope you know that," she mumbles before burying her face deeper into my chest.
"Then we'll be sick together," I grin, feeling her body shake lightly as she laughs.
"Well when you put it like that, it doesn't seem all that bad."
"Mm, no. I still think it sounds rather unpleasant," I chuckle before rising from the seat, walking quickly to the bed before snuggling into the now cold sheets that were once warm from our body heat, "Bloody hell, it really is cold."
"I told you," Aurora laughs as she pulls the blankets over our heads, snuggling into my chest while intertwining our legs, "Much better," she sighs contentedly as the blankets trap in our hot breath and body heat that emanated from us.
Her overpowering smell of flowers and honey settled in the trapped air around us, tickling my nose and flooding my senses. I bury my face into the crook of her neck and start peppering kisses along her skin, smiling as I feel her shiver and scoot her body closer to mine, "Baby, don't do that," she whispers.
"Why not?" I hum without stopping my actions, enjoying the reaction I was drawing out of her.
"Because I still can't feel my legs and I'm not sure if I can handle a round two just yet."
Her words stir something inside of my stomach and I groan softly against her skin, nipping it slightly with my teeth. Licking a stripe from her collarbones to her jawline, she moans softly before rolling us over until she's straddling me, her eyes once again burning with passion and desire, "I thought you said you couldn't feel your legs," I smirk up at her while holding onto her hips.
"Yeah, well that was before you decided to tease me," she breathes out before connecting our lips in a heated kiss. A loud moan falls from my lips as she starts grinding her hips into mine, feeling her smile against my lips at my reaction.
"You're playing a dangerous game here, Aurora," I said lowly, my grip on her hips becoming tighter as they roll underneath the palms of my hands.
Moving her lips to my jawline I feel my eyes flutter closed as she runs her lips across the length of my jaw before dipping her head down to suck on my neck, low moans falling from my throat at the sensational feeling. She runs her hand down my chest and across my abdomen, leaving goosebumps in her wake along with a burning desire to fuel inside of me.
"Dangerous, huh? You're far too gentle to be considered dangerous," she whispers tauntingly in my ear, taking my earlobe in between her teeth and tugging on it gently before letting go. Kissing down my neck once again, a surprised gasp escapes from me once her lips find my sensitive spot on my neck, causing her to grin against my skin before pressing her tongue flat against me.
My eyes roll to the back of my head while my breathing becomes more labored, the grip on her hips becoming even tighter I was sure there would be bruises the next day, "You don't think I can be dangerous?" I pant out.
"Nope," she hums while trailing her hand farther down my abdomen, getting teasingly close to my pelvic bone.
"I think you're wrong."
"Really?" She lifts her head to look me in the eyes, her own eyes dancing with mischievous thoughts and lustful acts. Bending her head down until her lips barely grazed mine she whispers, "Prove it, then."
Within an instant, I had pushed her backward onto her back as I hovered over her, hunger filling my eyes as I take in her shocked expression and wide eyes. Not wasting any time, I lean down and attach my lips to her neck while bringing my hand down to grip the inside of her thigh, nudging her legs apart with my knee.
"Have I proved you wrong yet?" I murmur against her skin, "Or do I need to further demonstrate?"
Her breath hitches in her throat as she squeezes my biceps tightly, "I still...I still don't believe you," she whispers softly and I feel a smirk dance its way across my lips.
"I'm only going to ask you one question, Flower, and I'm going to need you to answer me truthfully," I breathe against her skin, trailing my fingers along the exposed skin of her throat, "Do you want me to fuck you or do you want me to take my time with you like last time?"
Feeling her heart pounding against her chest, I knew my words had affected her as she squirmed slightly underneath me. Her cheeks flush red as she looks into my eyes, her mouth slightly parted. I reach my hand up to run my thumb across her bottom lip that was glistening under the candlelight that was still casting shadows across our naked bodies.
"I need an answer, baby. I can either fuck you - hard - or we can take it slow like last time," I shrug my shoulders lightly while completely wrapping my fingers around her throat and squeezing it gently, "It's completely up to you."
"Fuck me," she whispers just barely loud enough for me to hear, my bottom lip slipping between my teeth as I try to contain my smirk.
"Louder, darling. I can't hear you."
"Fuck me," she says a bit louder this time as her cheeks glow a bright crimson red.
With my other hand that was still gripping the inside of her thigh, I trail my fingers across her stomach and along her pelvic bone, "I still can't hear you, Aurora," I murmur.
"God, Harry. Just fuck me," she practically yells in desperation, her chest rising and falling frantically while her eyes beg me with a wild look behind them.
Leaning down to capture my lips with hers I feel her entangle her hands in my hair, pulling at the roots softly and eliciting a low moan to leave my lips and escape into her mouth. Once again nudging her legs farther apart with my knee, I pull away from her lips to send her a mischievous smile.
"What was that about not being dangerous, again?"
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Legs intertwined and arms wrapped tightly around each other, I stare at Aurora's peaceful face as she slept beside me. With her hair fanned perfectly across the mattress and lips slightly parted, she had never looked more angelic as her cheeks still glowed with after-sex euphoria.
A thin white sheet was the only thing that covered our bodies - granted it only covered bits and pieces. The air smelled of flowers and sex, an odd combination, yet it somehow made the moment feel complete. With a slight breeze still streaming in through the open balcony doors and soft flicker of dying candlelight, it was a moment I wanted to last forever.
An angel was lying beside me while my fingers itched to paint the beauty in front of me, wanting to take in every detail and memorize exactly how she looked in this moment. My muse was once again inspiring me to create a masterpiece just for her - of her.
The moon was beginning to descend from the sky as the sun was once again rising to warm the Earth and bring happiness. But I didn't need the sun to bring me happiness when I had Aurora lying right next to me, sleepy sighs falling from her lips and her legs wrapped so tightly around mine I wasn't sure where mine began and hers ended.
"What would I ever do without you, my little muse?" I whisper softly while tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, letting my fingertips linger against her skin.
Not being able to take it any longer, I carefully unwrap my body from hers, making sure I didn't wake her up as I slip on my underwear. Grabbing my old art easel and a stray canvas from the corner of the room, I gather my art supplies and old stool from when I first started painting. Setting them up beside the bed and right in front of the open balcony doors, my fingers begin their journey of telling a story.
Lines, edges, curves along with darkness and light - all of it came to life on the canvas as my eyes flickered back and forth between the beauty lying on the bed to the image coming alive in front of me.
Resilient, diplomatic, alluring - all were words that expressed themselves through led and a canvas and perfectly described the magnificent woman lying only within arms reach.
Creativity, afflatus, adoration, and enamourment - all of them being emotions that completely overwhelmed me any time I came around the beautiful creature that held the name of Aurora Renée Honeycutt.
She was my Flower...my muse...my sunshine on the darkest of days. The woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with and die loving. I couldn't visualize life without her right there by my side every step of the way, whether it be the good or the bad.
I wanted it all and I wanted it all with her. She was the love of my life and I knew for a fact that this time I had found someone who would stand by all of my choices, supporting me just like I would support her.
I would love her with everything in me and give myself to her completely, even if in the long run it would leave me broken. If she ever left me I knew I would fall to my knees and never be able to get back up again, the pain being too much to bear and go on living with inside of me every day I would wake up and she wouldn't be there right beside me.
So to say that I was whipped was an understatement. I was far past the stage of being whipped and feeling that puppy love that could make you gag it was so disgustingly cute. I was in love and there was nothing I could do about it because it had already taken over my mind and soul - etching itself so deeply into me it was now permanently marked into every fibre of my being.
Heartbreak, pain, overwhelming agony - all of them being feelings that would fill me again one day. One day in the future that would surely break me and cause me to fall to my knees in a heap of tears and angry words.
But I would endure it all...I would endure it all for her.
Because for her...I would risk anything and everything...