He plops her on the bed, smiles when she giggles before going towards the button of her jeans, “Harry!” she squeaks, but he’s already working to tug them off of her legs, while simultaneously trying to pull off his own. “I thought we were cuddling, you sex fiend.”
Harry rolls his eyes, “We are,” he says, working them the rest of the way off before taking the hem of her shirt between his fingertips, “But what’s the point of cuddling if we aren’t at least partly naked? Makes it more intimate that way.”
“More intimate?” Y/N repeats, and Harry grins at her, nodding quick and getting her in just a bra and panties.
“Correct!” he chirps.
Harry and Y/N just love each other a lot (ft. a friend’s wedding)