MM: Good day, Rough night
DISCLAIMER: THIS FIC IS EXTREMELY MATURE AND SEXUALLY GRAPHIC.PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU ARE UNDER THE LEGAL AGE OF CONSENT IN YOUR AREA. (TYPICALLY 16+).
“Do you want more tea?” I asked as I skimmed through my tablet.
“Uh uh…” He replied as he scribbled in his journal. I picked up the remote and flipped to the next episode of the show we were watching on Netflix. I caught a glimpse of him in the corner of my eye. Taking a break from reading my article. I placed my tablet on the table and took off my glasses.
Watching him so deep in thought, sitting up against our headboard, his hair in his bun, his fingers gripping his journal tight in one hand, the other writing frantically, I was glad he was inspired. Me reading up on trend reports, him exploding with thoughts that couldn’t be contained. I could see him thinking, feel him creating and I loved it. Harry’s mind working was probably as much as his body did. I slid closer to him, kissing his shoulder, before resting my chin on it.