Cos I’m bored. And sleepy.
The bed dipped as he slid into the sheets, lifting the covers quietly, watching your resting body in the dim moonlight for any sign of movement. He was careful, because he knew you were a light sleeper. The slightest disturbance would wake you, and he wasn’t ready to surprise you just yet. He wanted you to wake up to him the next morning, and scream your head off in excitement, covering his face with kisses. He wanted to be pounced on, and smacked a bit “why didn’t you tell me!” and pinched. He wanted you to be surprised and rested.
Taking a long breath in he slid under the blankets, clambering with his lanky clunky limbs, finding the mattress and holding his breath when his head hit the pillow. He exhaled in relief, quietly and slowly, when you had not moved a single inch. He was exhausted from the red eye flight, and frankly wanted to pass out right then and there, but he was too busy enjoying the way your nose looked in the contrasting light. And the way the little puffs of breath escaped your lips as you slumbered. He enjoyed watching you dream, your eyelids flickering a bit from time to time, and brow furrowing then relaxing in seconds. Perched on his elbow, he watched you exist. He watched your soft movements and wanted so badly to kiss your cheek.
“Ha…” escaped your lips just gently, his ears perked up, waiting for you to continue. But you shuffled and moved, rolling over to face him.
He couldn’t help himself; he had to push the hair out of your face. His fingers grazed over your soft cheek, a gentle stir stopped him, but then he continued, smiling when his fingers tucked under your ear and you sighed, a happy sigh, your lips automatically puckering like you were going in for a kiss.
Harry leaned in, tucking his face in slowly, before skimming your lips gently. He held it there for a moment carefully, then pressing his lips to yours. He held it there for a while, just feeling, not moving, your soft skin on his driving him wild. Suddenly you inhaled hard, eyes popping open and he pushed his lips back.
Your eyes adjusted and you groaned, and then sort of jumped at the figure in front of you.
“Shhh”, he skimmed his thumb over your bottom lip, “s’only me, baby”,
“Harry”, your eyes immediately started to water. You weren’t sure if this was real or a dream, but you didn’t care. Everything about him made your heart fill up and your brain go woozy. And you liked the feeling.
“Wanted to surprise yeh”, he said softly, “didn’ mean teh wake yeh”, as he spoke you watched his jaw line move in the moonlight and your instincts told you to touch. Reaching out for him his lips grazed your palm, your fingers tucking a loose curl behind his ear, just like he just did to you. He watched your eyes as you made the connection that he was not in fact a dream, and pulled you close into his arms when he noticed you were going to start waking up before he wanted you to.
“Baby go back to sleep”, he said in your neck, “I’ll be here tomorrow morning… and for a long time”, he reminded you but all you wanted to do was kiss every part of his face. But your sleepiness was dominant right now, his smell and his warmth overwhelming your senses so comfortably it was like you were being hypnotized.
“Turn around”, you told him and you felt him smirk into your neck, and he softly turned in your arms that were wrapped tightly around him, pulling him close into your chest.
You nuzzled your nose into the space between his shoulder blades and took a deep breath, the smell almost enough for you to roll your eyes all the way back into your head.
He rubbed your arm and kissed your wrist, adjusting himself as you held him. You loved being the big spoon, and he loved that you loved it.
“Gon’ kiss your face all over tomorrow”, you yawned, your yawn transferring to him, causing a small squeak from his mouth and a shudder when he was done.
“Lookin’ forward to it”, he mumbled sleepily, “sleep, love”, and you pulled him close, taking one more big breath in, snuggling your perfect body pillow.