Now, one of the many things I’m dying to see in s7 is how these two battle it out with each other in a game of wits. I love these two together yes, but I also want to see a Sansa vs. Petyr showdown – apprentice vs. the master.
“Obviously, otherwise you wouldn’t have married me, silly.” The obnoxious strumming of a guitar continued echoing in the bedroom, making you blindly reach over to grab another pillow and hold it over your head. It was about a week into yours and Harry’s honeymoon, and sure, you were still super lovey-dovey around each other… But he knew how much you hated mornings.
“I know, but it’s only six in the morn-”
“Jus’ in time t’ see the sun rise! C’mon, I haven’t posted anything on my Instagram for a while, we should totally take this opportunity!” Harry beamed, playing a cheerful little tune on the guitar while walking closer to the bed.
“We were up til three yesterday, I’d love you forever if you give me another hour to-”
“You gave me your eternal love once ‘I do’ came outta your mouth, Mrs. Styles.” Harry quipped, setting the guitar down and climbing back onto the bed. You couldn’t help but groan at how irritating he was being, flopping onto your back to look at him with sleepy eyes. (He wasn’t being that irritating. It was just that you found everything irritating at six in the bloody morning.)
“I’m not leaving this bed.” You said firmly, jolting when Harry suddenly ripped the blankets off you, goosebumps immediately rising on your skin from the sudden exposure to cool air. “Harry, I-” Harry crawled over and plopped himself down on top of you, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. “I know what you’re doing and it’s not going to work.”
“I’m not doing anything!” Harry smiled innocently, leaning down to bury his face into the crook of your neck. “Jus’ givin’ my wife a little loving. Is tha’ so wrong?”
“It’s wrong when you’re asking her to get up at six in the morning to watch a big ball of fire rise in the sky.” You laughed lightly, twitching as you felt Harry nipping on your skin. You knew exactly what he was up to and you weren’t going to fall for it. You had fallen into his trap of seduction far too many times! First, he’d give you kisses and whisper sweet nothings into your ear, and once you agreed to do whatever it was he wanted to do, he’d bolt! (Truth be told, you were guilty of pulling the seduction trap out a couple times when you wanted something from him.)
“I just wanna spend some time with yeh, Mrs. Styles..” Harry purred, hands trailing down to clasp your hips gently.
“We spent plenty of time together yesterday night.” You sighed, swatting his hands away when they began sneaking into another region.
“And the night before.” You took the opportunity to flip the two of you over, Harry smiling up at you as you adjusted yourself, your legs on either side of him.
“And the night before before.” You pointed out, your own fingers beginning to wander down to the knot on his towel. “You know what I think would be a good idea? Another way for us to spend time that doesn’t involve getting outta bed?” You cooed, running your hands over Harry’s broad chest with a sly smirk on your face.
“Tell me.” Harry shifted underneath you, sucking his bottom lip into his teeth. (You could feel him getting excited already, so you knew your plan was working effectively.) You leaned down, your lips hovering over his own before you planted a sweet kiss to the corner of his mouth.
“Sleeping.” You rolled yourself off of Harry, getting back into your comfortable fetal position and tugging the sheets back up to cover up. “Feel free to join me if you’d like. Or you can go take that Instagram picture. Or you can take care of your situation. In the bathroom, preferably. I’d like some peace and quiet so I can fall asleep again. ”
“You’re a piece of shit, yeh know tha’?”
“That’s Mrs. Piece of shit, thank you very much. I’m a married woman now!”