You were standing
in the middle of the laundry room at Harry’s home, rummaging through the basket
that included a mix of yours and Harry’s dirty wears while he stood, leaning
against the door frame, too stunned by the image of you to even help. With his
arms crossed at his chest, a grinned pulled onto his cheeks; dimples deep and wondrous and filled with love and lust as he continued to stand and stare at how winsome
your hair cascaded down your spine, stopping just a little bit above the dimples that crept at the small of your back.
enjoyed nights where he didn’t have to worry about waking up early because he
had to catch a flight or leave for a meeting. He liked nights where you stayed
and didn’t have classes or exams to worry about. He liked talking to you,
kissing you, and holding you. He liked the feeling of loving you and all of
you. It felt normal to have you standing in the middle of his laundry room,
sifting through a pile of his and yours clothes. It was his home but it was
yours too. Your scent had managed to cling onto absolutely everything the day
after you stepped into the house for the first time. Your soap sat perfectly
and comfortably next to his on the window sill in the bathroom while your clothes
buried deep into the drawers next to his. Your toothbrush had a cup of its own
next to the sink, your pillow rested softly next to his on the bed made for two. Everything
had a place of its own; yours being in Harry’s arms.
quick to swoop over and wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you close to
his chest and pressing kisses to the nape of your neck. “Harry!” You shrieked,
placing your hands over his.
baby,” he mumbled onto your skin, making you giggle. His touch had soon grew
soft and the two of you found yourselves swaying in each other’s arms, somewhat
dancing to the music that wasn’t playing. His fingers laced with yours and he lightly
pushed you off his chest and spun you before he pulled you back seconds after,
leaving you inches away from his lips. “You smell nice.”
You giggled, trying to slow the urge of pushing yourself forward and kissing
him right then and there. Your arms wrapped around his neck and your fingers
found themselves in their usual spot under his curls.
he hummed, a spark of fire running through his stomach. “You’re pretty too.”
had a bit to drink tonight, my love?”
glass of wine,” he countered, holding you close.
glass of wine,” you repeated softly.
no more resistance, he let the world fall apart and his lips crash onto yours.
His tongue knowing yours perfectly and following along with the movements of
your swipes against his bottom lip. Your palm took in his cheek and you pulled
him closer to deepen the warmth he had given by simply kissing you. His hand
slid against your sides, shifting your top before he began to reach for the
bottom of your thighs. With one effortless lift, you found your legs tangled
around his waist, securing yourself along him while he held you close. He
stumbled forward, gripping tightly onto you before he sat you down on top of
the washing machine; your legs loosening and his weakening.
parted from yours, a groan slipping at the loss of contact before he buried
himself under your chin and pressed kind kisses against your neck. He moved
slowly and it felt so good but at the same time, you wanted him to rip off your
clothes and toss them aside the empty house.
back and you saw his heavenly smile stare straight into your heart. His hands
reached for the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head and leaving your
bare in your bra and sweats. He paid close attention and love to your breasts,
peppering each one with soft, wet kisses before his eyes flicked up and found
your head thrown back, eyes rolling to the edge of the cliff, making him smirk
and continue with pleasure.
It was simple but it drove you absolutely mad.
at your sweats, pulling them to your ankles while his lips lingered along your
inner thigh, showing each insecurity the love they deserved. He was always so
gentle and considerate when it came to you; he was understanding with the flaws
you had decided to hate but he had decided to love. He was patient when it came
to waiting for you. He loved you.
cheeks pillowed his chest while the two of you laid on the laundry room floor, snuggling
up against each other’s warmth. Your arm hooked around his waist while his
finger drew circles above your forearm. The room was silent and still, it was
no longer spinning from the climax Harry had brought you to and the two of you
just laid there; soaking in the love that still lingered the room.
breathing grew steady again and you shifted your head on his arm before your
eyes locked with his, a wide smile pulling onto your redden cheeks.
blushing,” he mused, eyes crinkling a bit.
growing a mustache.”
giggles tumbled out when you reached up to touch the little hairs that had
grown above his lip. His toothy smile poked out before he pecked kisses against
your finger and watched you drown in happiness.
like it?” Harry asked, bringing his hand over and running it over his lips to
feel what you had seen.
bit scratchy,” you teased, making him chuckle.
then,” he agreed. “I’ll shave.”
when the questioned slipped without thought. You had always seen him do it in
the early mornings when you laid buried under the warm duvet or before bed
after a wet shower; he’d squeeze some cream from a dark, labeled can and smear
it evenly across the lower half of his face before bringing a razor across his
cheeks. Sometimes you’d cringe, scared he’d cut or hurt himself but you had
always itched to try it.
to shave my face?” He repeated, eyebrows cocking up into place.
no answer needed before Harry had agreed to let you give it a go. Not only did
he think it would be amusing to watch you get entertained by the simple routine
of shaving but he also thought it would be something funny to look back at. You
know… taking a trip to A&E in the midst of the night.
Harry shouted, pushing the can away from your hand. “That’s too much!”
fine,” you laughed, sat on top of the bathroom counter with Harry standing in
between your legs. His palms rested softly on your thighs while you began to
smear the cream across his face, careful not to miss any spots.
my eye, it’s in my eye!” He bellowed, pulling his head back from your grasp,
making you laugh.
I haven’t even touched your eye,” you countered, tugging his hand and pulling
him back towards you. “Don’t be such a baby, baby.” Harry chuckled before he
let you continue, puckering his lips every now and then, asking for a kiss. “I’ll
kiss you when you’re shaven.”
get goin’, will ya?” You rinsed your hand in the sink beside you before you
reached for the damp razor and skated it along his face, leaving it smooth and
hairless. You were fond of how it was coming along. You spotted Harry looking
over your shoulder every once in a while, trying to catch a glimpse of how it
was turning out before you scolded him and told him to remain still until you
were finished. “You’re taking ages, my love.”
want to cut you, Harry.”
take it,” he grinned. “I’m a man.”
man-child,” you corrected, focusing strictly on the razor and its motions. You pulled
away the blades, rinsing it under the running water before Harry jerked his
head forward and smeared his creamed face against yours. “Harry!”
He smirked, as if he had done absolutely nothing. “You look good in white.”
your head, wiping off the cream before snatching the can beside you and
spraying it all over Harry’s tanned torso. “As do you,” you hummed, laughing at
the sight of him. “Hey! Now I can shave your chest hair as well.”
not!” He warned. “Niall and I have got a game going on and he’s winning, love.
You’re not going anywhere near me chest curls.”
such an idiot,” you snickered, pulling him in again. “C’mere and let me finish
obliged and placed himself in between your legs again. He watched how your eyes
turned into your ‘studying eyes’ while you went on shaving his face, careful
not to inflict any cuts on him. He poked his finger on your cheeks a few times
before you finished and handed him a wet towel to clean off the excess left on
over your shoulders and patted his cheeks, observing his newly shaved skin
before grinning and looking back at you. “It looks… fantastic,” he bubbled in
between pecked kisses. “Thank you, Sugar.”
Here’s a little drabble before the night ends. Enjoy, my loves. Thank you to the anon who requested the prompt, oh my God, I’m absolutely in love.