Late at night.
They’re both exhausted by not only the events of the day, but the orgasms they’re both currently coming down from. It doesn’t help that she’s been horny since the minute she woke up this morning, and Harry has only just now been able to finally give her exactly what she’s been craving.
But it’s late. The dim lighting of the room doesn’t help things at all. Both know that it’s very much time for sleep. But when Harry tries to get up, she clings to him.
She clings to him when he comes back seconds later with a fresh pair of underwear and a t-shirt for her, and a pair of boxers for him. She clings to him the moment she’s dressed, even though he’s still wiggling into his boxers. And the minute the lights are off, she’s practically glued to him.
He smiles, feeling her swing a leg over his hips and curl into his side. She presses velvety soft kisses to his neck, which is still a bit sore from where she’d been sucking not an hour ago, and he sighs. He can feel his whole body relaxing into the bed while his arm tightens its grip around her. He tilts his head to catch her lips with his, and they stay like that for a long moment. When he pulls away, he can only see her outline but he knows she’s smiling. He bumps his nose against hers. “We should sleep now.”
“Nooo,” she whines, pulling him even closer. “No. I don’t want to yet.”
He laughs softly through his nose. “What is it that you want then?”
“Hold me.” She says it so innocently, quietly, and gently that he’s almost afraid he could break her if he moves.
But of course he’s going to hold her. He reaches his other arm across his body until it finds her curled up against him, and now she’s wrapped in both of his arms. They let out a little sigh together. “Something wrong?”
“No no,” she says, shaking her head. He can feel her eyelashes against the skin of his chest, and it’s melting his heart with every blink. “Just want to be held. I love this feeling. Love your arms.”
He smiles. “My arms love you too.” She lets out the softest of giggles at that, which only curves his smile more. “Really, they do. I like holding you.” And it’s true. He does. He loves having her in his arms at any time during the day but especially at night, when she’s teetering on the brink of sleep just like this. He likes knowing she feels safe enough to fall asleep on him. Warm enough. And it’s a good feeling knowing that his chest is more comfy, more appealing to her than her actual pillow.
She gives him a tiny squeeze across his torso. “Are you sure? Doesn’t it make your arms go all tingly?”
And yes. Harry will admit that sometimes cuddling has its downfalls- such as his arms falling asleep beneath her head or him waking up with a mouthful of her hair. But he loves it regardless. So he shakes his head. “No. S'fine.”
She wiggles a bit, brushing a cold foot against his calf and letting out another yawn. “Good. I’m comfy.”
The words are music to Harry’s ears. He’s admittedly pretty comfy himself. He gives her a squeeze. “What’s got you all snuggly tonight?”
“Dunno.” Which is a lie. She and Harry both know she gets quite cuddly after an orgasm. Some nights more than others. Like tonight. “You’re good at snuggling.”
“It’s a requirement,” he says matter of factly. “Read it in the Boyfriend Handbook.”
She giggles, a bubbly little sound now, and he can tell she’s rolling her eyes. “You’re a dork.”
“Hey now. You’re the one who asked to be held. I can roll over.” He wiggles just bit, as if he’s going to let go of her, but she squeezes him even tighter.
“No. Don’t even think about it.”
He chuckles, kissing her head and reaching up to stroke her hair. “You’re adorable.”
“So are you. And your arms smell good. Did you know that?”
And for some reason, Harry becomes painfully self aware at that. Why do his arms smell good? He’d showered that morning but still, it had been a long day. Plus sex made him a bit sweaty, and she’s curled right up under his armpit. “Do they? Are you sure? What do they smell like?”
She laughs, kissing his chest and nodding. “Yeah. I promise. I’d tell you if you they were stinky. I probably wouldn’t be curled up in them if they were. But yeah. They smell like… you.”
Her words warm his heart, even if he doesn’t quite know what she means. “What do I smell like?”
“Like….” She takes in a deep breath through her nose and hums. “I don’t know. Like you.” Which still doesn’t explain anything, but Harry does sort of understand because she’s got a natural y/n scent that he adores. (And he may or may not have slept with a few of her t-shirts she’s left at his house for that exact reason.)
Now he yawns. He doesn’t mean to, but it comes out. She kisses his jaw when it stretches out, and he can feel her smiling. He lets it all out in one breath. “Sorry, love. M'getting sleepy.”
“Me too. It’s okay.” She unknowingly brushes her foot against his calf again. “Are you comfy?”
And in truth, Harry thinks that he’s never been comfier in his life. “Of course. Are you?”
“Mm,” she hums. “The comfiest. I love you. A lot.”
He can’t help but squeeze her, lingering his lips against her forehead then and just holding her. She’s sweet. She’s soft, she’s warm, she’s adorable…. she’s the love of his life. “I love you too.”
It isn’t long before she’s out, the smallest of snores escaping past her lips. If Harry wasn’t so tired he reckons he could stay up and just listen to her sleepy noises for hours. But her body is warm against his, and she’s so soft that it’s lulling him to sleep faster than he intended.
So with one last kiss goodnight, Harry shuts his eyes and goes to sleep, hoping that he can spend every night for the rest of his life with her in his arms.