Have a Nice Day, Miss - Part XI
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From Me/Warnings: smut, mdni. Hopefully I got the awkward first time nailed because I really struggled to write it so if it sucks, you'll have to lie to me anyway. Other than that, nothing to really warn you about. Isn't that a nice change of pace. Thanks for sticking around for this story (especially through the last part, it wasn't very well done--hopefully I clear up everything here!). Sorry it took half a year :( we'll see them again soon! 💕
Summary: “Do y’need anything from your apartment?” Harry asked.
“No, I can’t imagine having to walk up all that way.”
He chuckled, stuffed his hands in his pockets. “Well… I’d walk up, darling,” he shrugged.
Her eyes looked a little bloodshot still, as she turned to him. “You would?” Her voice cracked a little bit as she spoke.
Harry cupped the side of her face and brushed his thumb along her jaw. “Darling, y’need t’get used t’me doing things for you.”
At least walking down the steps was significantly better than walking (or running, for that matter) up four flights. It also allowed them to get her phone in the stairwell and Harry’s out of his office. “Do y’need anything from your apartment?” Harry asked.
“No, I can’t imagine having to walk up all that way.”
He chuckled, stuffed his hands in his pockets. “Well… I’d walk up, darling,” he shrugged.
Her eyes looked a little bloodshot still, as she turned to him. “You would?” Her voice cracked a little bit as she spoke.
Harry cupped the side of her face and brushed his thumb along her jaw. “Darling, y’need t’get used t’me doing things for you.”
She pouted slightly. But was otherwise expressionless, and silent. Harry knew she wasn’t used to that. If he didn’t know from the everyday interactions he had with her, her monologue in the elevator explained it all. Harry pressed a hand on her lower back as a guide to his apartment. Harry let her through first and immediately the meowing outside the window began. “Aw, Leech, I missed you,” she cooed as she opened the window. Leech twirled around under her hand as she petted him.
Harry chuckled behind her, closing and locking the door. He got Leech’s food and water dishes and set them out on the step as he settled beside her to watch his stray cat eat. “He missed you, too,” he murmured. “We both did.”
She rested her head on his shoulder. “I missed you too,” she whispered.
He kissed the top of her head and watched the cat. “Want to go to bed?”
Given how exhausted she was, Harry wasn’t surprised by how eagerly she nodded. “Please.”
“Bye Leech,” he waved and closed the window.
“Do you have an extra pair of shorts and a T-shirt?” She asked. Harry went to his dresser and found something she hoped would be the most comfortable. “I’ll be a few minutes…I need to shower,” she yawned, headed to the bathroom. Harry made sure she had a bottle of water on her side of the bed (and he relished and bathed in the idea of a her side of the bed). He quickly changed into something more comfortable and made sure the bed was as comfy as could be for her.
Harry was feeling the slightest bit impatient. He knocked softly on the bathroom door. “There’s a toothbrush under the sink y’can have,” he offered.
“Mm,” she sighed.
“Are y’okay, darling?” He asked just a bit nervous that she might pass out.
“Just tired,” she mumbled.
“Well, hurry out and I’ll take care of you.”
“Such dirty talk while I’m showering, Harry,” she sounded way too tired to flirt. Harry chuckled to himself, shook his head and stood beside the door while she continued running the water. Harry did everything he could not to think about how she was probably less than ten feet away from him, soapy, and wet, and—
Harry cleared his throat, shook his head and paced a few times back and forth until he heard the water shut off. He was beside the door again listening carefully for any sign of her passing out. He heard the ruffle of the shower curtain, her towel, the sound of the elastic in the shorts cinching around her hips with a small snap. He heard the click of the cabinet opening and closing, then the sink turn on and listened to her brush her teeth. He wondered if it was insane to be in love with her this much. That the sound of her toothbrush against her teeth seemed like a song.
As soon as the door opened, she bounced slightly in surprise that he was standing right beside her. He barely let her take a step further than the threshold before he scooped her into his arms and she gasped. “Hey!” She giggled. “I can walk.”
Harry chuckled and kissed the side of her head. “I know,” he walked over to the bed and gently deposited her on the mattress. She stretched like a cat and wrapped her arms around his pillow and curled gently as he wrapped the blankets around her.
“You smell good,” she murmured.
Harry chuckled again, slid into bed beside her and wrapped himself around her. He kissed the back of her head. “Good night, darling,” he whispered. After all the commotion, Harry felt so much relief having her in his arms. Her soft breathing already sounded like she was dreaming. Harry was grateful she was there, safe, and finally relaxing. Slowly he drifted off.
“I love you, Harry,” she murmured.
Harry felt like he was more awake than ever. He kissed the side of her head again and combed her hair back behind her ear. “I love you.”
*
She vaguely heard the door open and close. Blindly she felt the empty bed beside her and pouted. Slowly she sat up and rubbed her eyes, then pushed her messy hair away from her face. She knew she was a mess, probably had a line of dried droll on her cheek, and the imprint of her pillowcase wrinkled on her face like it was on her arm.
But Harry was smiling at her, setting two coffee cups on the counter. Looking at her like she was really the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. It made her stomach flutter. “You left me,” she frowned.
He chuckled. “Just t’get y’coffee, darling… I could never leave you.”
The gravity of his sentence was not lost on her. The way he said it may have been silly about a much-needed coffee run, but his words were deeper and she knew it. It made her stomach flip. “What time is it?” She asked instead and slowly moved away from the bed.
He glanced at his wrist. “Almost eleven.”
She gaped. “I don’t think I’ve ever slept till eleven,” she mumbled crossing over to him and tucked herself into his body, wrapped her arms around his waist. He draped one arm around her and kissed the top of her head.
“Well, y’needed it,” he kissed the top of her head again and lifted her drink to her lips. “But as soon as you’re dressed, we’re going mattress shopping,” he stated knowingly.
She rolled her eyes. “Can’t I jus’ sleep here?”
“Y’have a big, beautiful apartment, darling. Y’know y’can sleep here every night for the rest of time,” he assured her. “But y’need t’make it feel like home anyway.”
“When we eat grilled cheese it feels like home,” she said quietly sipping her drink again. She knew he didn’t make it, but it felt like it tasted even better just because he was holding it for her. She had to be very careful around Harry, or she would never lift a finger. If he had it his way, he would carry her everywhere, spoon-feed her, and hold her coffee to her lips for the rest of their lives. As thoughtful and lovely that was and she would cherish each of those moments, she couldn’t let him do everything because some part of him thought it was all he was good for, for her. “I think it just feels like home when you’re there… your place feels like home...”
Harry squeezed her closer for a moment. “Well then buy a mattress, darling. So we can make it feel like home there too.”
“Leech can’t come to the twelfth floor.”
“Good riddance,” Harry rolled his eyes.
“Harry!” She gasped. “Don’t be mean to him, he’s a baby,” she frowned.
“I’ve known him for like five years, darling and he was already grown at that point. He’s not a baby.”
“Well, I just met him, he’s my baby.”
He rolled his eyes and gathered items for said baby’s breakfast—or brunch since it was so late. He opened the window and placed the little dishes on the outside steps. “Do…do you have to work today?” He asked.
She shook her head.
“Do you have to go to the police station?”
She shook her head again.
“Errands?”
More head shaking.
“You don’t have to do anything?”
She smiled.
*
Not having to do anything meant they still did something. They did run out to get some more food, and they did buy her a mattress that Harry was very adamant needed to arrive by such-and-such a date, or else.
Except he didn’t actually say “or else” because Harry was simply too kind for that kind of threat. Harry got her more coffee, and he kept smiling at her. He held her hand while they walked around and pressed his hand on her lower back anytime that they walked through a doorway or had a smaller path to move through around a crowd of people. When they returned to Kingsley Place Harry waved at Nick and the other residents that milled around the lobby, but he didn’t remove his hand from hers as they took the stairs down to his basement apartment.
They laid on his bed again and stared at the ceiling for a bit. “I have to go to my parents for a few days,” she murmured.
He frowned. “Yeah?”
She nodded. “I almost forgot,” she smirked sadly. “I feel like an entire year has passed in the last day.”
He turned on his side. “Do y’want me t’come with you?”
Did she want Harry to be around her crazy, needy, family and be perfect and do everything she asked him to do and all the things she didn’t ask him to do? All while he worried endlessly about money he was missing out on, the state of the building, and all the things that she simply didn’t want him to worry about as long as she was around?
She wanted him there so badly but needed to work a few things out. She wanted to tell her family first. Prepare them so Harry had a chance of meeting a group of normal functioning adults and not the insane team she had to call her family. “No,” she shook her head. If she sprung Harry on them this weekend there was a really good chance he’d never speak to her again. “I want to keep you to myself for a little while longer,” she turned on her side to face him. That was the truth. If she could, they would live in his little apartment together until the end of time. Hiding from the world above them and nothing else.
He reached over and stroked the same spot of her hair, brushing it softly from her temple to down and behind her ear. “You’re so beautiful, it’s crazy,” he whispered.
She blushed; she could feel the way her cheeks turned hotter as he looked at her. “I love you so much,” she answered. His smile spread across his face. Her phone pinged and she sighed heavily. “I’m sorry,” she frowned and reached for it.
He shrugged. “S’okay. You’re a very important person,” he chuckled.
“Davis keeps asking me how I knew and I don’t know how to explain that it was all just luck,” she sighed and tapped a few times on her screen before moving the phone away again.
“It was more than luck, darling.”
“It wasn’t though. Honestly, they should be thanking you just as much for all this. If you weren’t so hot, I never would have been in the lobby as often just hoping to look at you for a few extra seconds. I wouldn’t have overheard Mason on the phone talking about his party drug Fade. I wouldn’t have subconsciously thought about it while working on all my reports and thought there was some weird connection between all the random,” she used finger quotes around the word, “fatalities the past few months. I wouldn’t have gotten that gut feeling. I wouldn’t have been searching for some kind of clue. I wouldn’t—”
“You’re not going t’tell the head of major crimes that y’had a hunch simply because m’hot, are you?” He chuckled. She giggled because his cheeks turned a light shade of pink.
“Well, it’s what happened, Harry.”
“Your mind is brilliant.”
“Simple really,” she said knowingly. “The primal part of my brain was attracted to you like a bird in mating season and I just stared at you, for hours. Listening to conversations and people watching and I just so happened to catch a really lucky break.”
He shook his head, but the pink stain on his cheeks remained. “How did y’know Mason was in trouble last night?”
She shook her head. “More luck.”
Harry rolled his eyes and pressed his lips to her forehead. “Are you going to take any credit for saving his life?”
She shrugged one shoulder. “That conversation I overheard last week, when he bumped into me in the lobby and I fell. I went over to say sorry to him one more time before I left and I heard him say Fade, heard him mention something about going out with whoever was at the other end of the call last night. Coincidentally, Brooke said I needed to go to a spa and fade away into nothingness. It just clicked. All my research in desperation to figure out my gut feeling, inputting a goddamn word splash into Google looking for the combination of toxins and test results. I must have seen a hundred different party drug names. I probably read the name fade twenty times. It’s not even my job to figure it out because honestly it didn’t even connect to that many people it was just something that stuck with me. It was all a giant coincidence.”
Harry looked at her like he simply didn’t believe her. He looked at her like she was magic. “And I didn’t know if he was going to be awake, unconscious, or worse when I got there. I really didn’t. I just knew that if it was bad, I was going to need your AED kit again and I couldn’t take the risk of wasting time to run up and down four flights of stairs twice,” she explained. “But honestly? I should have figured it out sooner, but I hadn’t been sleeping well, and I was exhausted from the one hundred other things I’d been doing.”
He cupped her face in his hands like he had the night before. Like she might break. Harry kissed just above the bridge of her nose and lingered there for a moment. “You have no idea how special you are,” he said simply.
Maybe it was the lack of sleep or sudden surplus of sleep. Maybe it was finally getting all that pressing, scary, weight off her shoulders. Maybe it was knowing she finally had Harry all to herself. Whatever it was, his kind sentence had her eyes welling with tears almost instantly. Before any of them could spill over her cheeks, Harry tucked her into his chest, brushed his lips along her hairline and sighed deeply as he held her to him.
If they fell asleep again, that was okay. She was in desperate need of catching up quite a bit.
*
Harry texted her as often as he could while she was at her parents. When she returned, Harry met her in her apartment (with an actual key she gave him, not the one he used for work). Harry showed her immediately her new and improved bedroom. Complete with the quilt Harry’s grandma made that she really loved and told him in a half-dream state that she wanted to steal it.
He made her bed.
They broke the new mattress in by sleeping soundly (and only sleeping (and mixed with a bit of kissing)). Then both proceeded to work for the next four days. It was filled with hum-drum life again and Harry knew he was very grateful that there were no surprises for her. She came home and went for a run with Harry, and they ate grilled cheeses. But instead of separating themselves around her kitchen island, Harry stood between her knees as she sat on the counter, and they giggled about their days wiping crumbs off the corner of each other’s mouths.
They slept in her bed and Harry made sure she drank enough water and coffee in spades. Mr. Langley asked about the weather each morning. Mrs. Wentworth complained about her apartment and swore Niall was just getting paid to do nothing. Hailey and Sloane were quieter but hustled in and out with bags of designer makeup and clothes as always. Cameron waved and smiled at her as he continued on his way to the financial district and everything seemed calmer.
On her short shift day, she held her breath as she told Harry about how it seemed every short shift seemed more terrible than the last.
But when she arrived home, Harry smiled at her from behind the desk while he spoke with a delivery person in front of him.
She sent him a text. I’m just going to change; I’ll be right down.
The elevator pinged with its arrival and Mason stood there with a massive bouquet of flowers.
“Oh good, I’ve been trying to catch you,” he sighed with relief. She watched the elevator ascend almost instantly as he stepped to the side and grabbed her wrist at the same time. “These are for you,” he pushed the bouquet toward her.
“Mason, you didn’t need—”
He shook his head. “Don’t… just don’t,” he sighed heavily. “I was an absolute idiot, and you saved my life and flowers aren’t even close to enough,” he stuffed his hands in his pockets. “I’m getting help and I’m involved in the investigation as part of a lighter sentence.”
She swallowed. “I’m sorry,” she said softly.
“I’m grateful,” he nodded. “I… I know that Hailey has said some unkind things about your job and I don’t think I’ve ever corrected her and I do really wish that I hadn’t needed your help nor that you saw me naked like that and that I hadn’t thrown up all over you,” he looked at the floor and she frowned slightly at his embarrassment. “But I’m so glad you were there,” he shook his head. “It’s nice having a doctor in the building.”
She felt her face warm and she could feel Harry’s gaze boring into the side of her head from across the room. “Just doing my job.”
He smiled. “Thank God for that,” he leaned forward, kissed her cheek, and squeezed her arm. “Thank you,” he repeated, gratitude thick in his voice. “Harry’s a very lucky man,” he winked.
She hid part of her blushing face behind the huge bouquet. “Did everyone know?” She asked.
“I think Arthur asked if we knew anything and then it seemed so obvious,” he chuckled.
Gossip. She thought. “I’m the lucky one,” she said knowingly.
He chuckled. “Then Harry’s even luckier.” They both turned then and found Harry watching in fascination. Mason waved gently. “Just thanking your girl,” he wiggled his eyebrows.
Harry glanced at her nervously, like she was going to deny it. But he cleared his throat. “Nice flowers.”
“It’s hardly enough,” Mason chuckled awkwardly. “Thank you for your help too, Harry,” he held his hand out. “This place wouldn’t run without you.”
When Mason thanked her, she knew she could see it across the room—Harry was nervous or maybe jealous. Why, she didn’t know; it was abundantly clear to her that she was in love and obsessed with him and only him. But she knew instantly what Harry was thinking: she was more important than him. But as soon as Mason spoke about Harry’s importance, she couldn’t help but beam at him like that was more important than anything Mason had to say to her.
“Not a problem, Mr. Collins,” he nodded politely.
“Have a nice day, guys.”
“Have a nice day, Mason,” she answered and turned toward Harry with a grin.
“Nice flowers,” he murmured.
“You’re not jealous about flowers, hmm?” She hummed.
He shrugged a shoulder. “Only if you like the person who gave them to you.”
“I only like one person,” she reminded him.
He nodded. “Mr. Langley?”
She laughed, grabbed his hand and rested her head against his arm while they watched Mason leave. “Exactly.”
*
“Are you sure you want to be down here?” He asked quietly as he kissed along the edge of her face like he was outlining her with his lips for an art project. It was already a thousand degrees in his place, and she was worried she might explode and all he had done was kiss her so thoroughly.
“This is more special,” she confirmed.
“Your bed is a lot comfier than mine—”
She shook her head. “Your entire apartment is comfier than mine.”
He rolled his eyes. “Darling…” he sighed.
“It’ll be better if I scream that I’m not in between floors and stuff. No one comes down here.”
He snorted, but felt the blood rush to his face a bit at the insinuation. “Kitten, s’very unlikely m’going t’make you scream,” he rolled his eyes. “Maybe in pain.”
“It won’t hurt,” she shook her head. “You would never hurt me.”
He looked at her in that way that he often did; like she was precious and she might disappear if he moved the wrong way. “S’fair,” he smiled gently. “Just… try to keep your expectations low. I don’t think m’going t’be very good at it.”
“You? What about me? I’m terrified I’m going to just lay there like a dead starfish.”
He grinned feeling relieved that she felt the same way. “You’d be a very hot dead starfish if you did.”
“Shut up,” he chuckled at her. She took a deep breath. “Let’s just agree to be honest about how it feels and not worry about it being the best we’ll ever have.”
He cupped her face again and smiled at her. “Well, I don’t know about you, but it’ll be the best sex I’ve ever had.”
It was almost impossible not tokiss him again, so she did. It was like there was a magnet in their lips. After a few moments of gentle kissing, Harry shifted slightly, settling between her legs and trailing his hand along the side of her hip. She turned her face away from his mouth and breathlessly asked, “Did you feed Leech?”
“Yes, darling,” he kissed along her jaw. “Y’really worried about a cat right now?”
“I don’t want him to interrupt us.”
“Ahh,” he smiled. “You’re so smart, darling,” he cooed and attached his lips to hers once more. He moaned softly against her lips. “Y’taste so good,” he murmured. “Think I could spend forever kissing you.”
Her heart felt like it might beat right out of her body. Harry was unbelievably gentle and so good to her, they hadn’t even gotten to the actual sex part, and it already felt mind-blowing. It wouldn’t be that bad, right? Their kissing made her melt. It couldn’t be that bad. The way he kissed made her throb between her legs and it seemed like she wasn’t doing so bad either. Harry’s dick was hard against the apex of her thighs and all of that had to mean something.
“Can I take your clothes off?” He pulled away from her mouth and kissed along her jaw again. The kisses along her jaw and down the side of her neck might have been better than the actual kisses to her lips. They made her stomach flutter and the throbbing pulse harder.
“It’ll be hard to do the next part with them on,” she joked awkwardly.
He smiled against her throat. “M’nervous, too, darling. We don’t have to—” he murmured.
She shook her head quickly. “No, I want to. I really want to.”
He chuckled again. “Okay, okay,” he slid his fingers against the hem of her shirt and inched it up slowly.
She stopped him right before her shirt reached the bottom edge of her bra. “It’s just what if you think my body is gross once you see it? Or what if I’m actually really bad at it? Or we’re like incompatible or something we can’t control? Or what—”
“Kitten,” he released her shirt and cupped her face. “M’obsessed with your body exactly as it is. I’ll kiss every inch of it to prove it. You’re not going to be bad at it.”
“Even if I accidentally lay there like a dead starfish?”
“Even if you lay there like a hot dead starfish, yes… and y’won’t be bad it,” he shook his head. “You’re good at everything. As for compatibility…” he grabbed her hand and kissed her fingertips. The throbbing between her legs amplified up even more. Which seemed impossible. It was just kisses on her fingers. How was that making her even more turned on? “I think despite all my hangups, we are very compatible. Don’t you think?”
She blushed and ducked her eyes slightly despite the fact Harry was staring right at her. He was still kissing each of her fingers in turn and it was making her brain foggier by the second.
Harry really needed to be studied. “I know we’re compatible emotionally and stuff. I’m worried about the physical stuff. What if my body is just… not… right?”
“M’not sure you can tell but I think we’re going to be okay on that front,” he whispered gently and nudged his hips closer to her for more proof of how turned on he was. “Can I continue?” He asked leaving her hand alone again and returning back to her shirt. She nodded silently. Harry lifted the shirt over her head swiftly, so she wouldn’t have time to doubt herself. “Have I ever told you how lucky I am that you moved in?” He murmured as he dropped his lips to the swell of her breasts at the cup of her bra. He groaned softly as he placed somehow the most chaste and erotic gentle kisses against her skin.
Her breath caught in her throat and she shook her head. “No… I’m lucky.”
He shook his head as he slid his fingers into the waistband of her leggings and inched them down her thighs slowly. He hummed his disagreement. “No, darling. I was always going t’be here,” he reminded her. “You moving in,” he sighed as her leggings reached her knees. “S’incredible luck for me,” she helped him as much as she could to get her pants off the rest of the way and his hands skimmed along her thighs. “You’re beautiful, darling. Really, really beautiful,” he cupped one hand beneath her jaw and brought his lips back to hers which was fantastic for her. It had only been a few moments, but her lips felt neglected and she was aching all over for Harry and his lips on hers was the easiest way to soothe the ache.
“I think you have too many clothes,” she mumbled against his mouth.
He smiled, continued to kiss her softly as he pushed his pants down his body and out of the way. He pulled away briefly to get his shirt off and then he settled back to kissing her. His skin was warm against hers and it almost felt like it was too much. Like he was going to overheat her. His hands slid along her body making her shiver despite how warm he was. As he nudged himself between her thighs again, she thought this had to be heaven.
But then she realized as delicious as the weight of his body was, she realized he didn’t take just his pants off. She gasped and pushed him away. “I’m sorry,” he said hurriedly. “Did I—”
“You’re not wearing underwear,” she accused trying her hardest not to look down.
“Well, the next part is a little difficult with underwear on, so I hear,” he chuckled awkwardly. “Did I go to fast? Do you want to stop?”
It wasn’t any of that. It was hard to explain to Harry that she wasn’t expecting to feel his massive dick against her underwear before seeing it and she didn’t put all those pieces together in her kiss-addled brain. “No…I want to keep going, I just…”
“M’nervous too,” he nodded gently.
Probably not as nervous as she was. Did he even know his dick was huge? It was wildly unfair he was so hot and had no clue. “Just come here,” she reached for him again and silently told her body to relax. For a few moments they continued kissing and Harry’s hard dick rubbed against her underwear. She wondered if she would be more embarrassed if she was younger. Even though she knew neither of them had been with someone else, it seemed more mature this way: almost thirty and just trying their best.
“Can I touch you?” He whispered against her skin.
“You are touching me.”
He smirked and pressed a kiss to her temple. “Darling…”
So much for not being embarrassed. “Oh.”
“I’ve been doing some research, and I jus’ want t’make it so I won’t hurt you too much.”
“You’ve been doing research?”
“You don’t need a doctorate to do a bit of research, kitten.”
“What kind of research?” She asked.
“You really want me t’site my sources right now?”
She smiled sheepishly. “No, I just think it’s… sweet.”
“It was a lot of Cosmo.”
“Harry, clinically, biologically, scientifically, it might hurt a little for a bit… but it’ll feel good after.”
He looked pained already at the mere thought. “S’just unfair that it’s going t’be the best experience of my life and you’re going t’be in pain.”
She smiled again and laid back against the pillow. “It won’t be that bad, I promise. I might be a virgin, but I’ve had a good number of orgasms before… you’re not the first thing to be inside me,” she admitted.
He groaned. “Y’can’t say stuff like that if y’don’t want me t’ruin this first time… and you’ll have t’show me that another time.”
Was it a little awkward? Maybe. But it felt so normal and right with Harry. There were tens of times she wished she had gotten this out of the way over the last ten or so years, but it made it seem so much better knowing Harry was going to be kind to her.
Plus, she loved him. Loved the way he felt, how he made her feel, how he spoke, how he cared for her, the way he looked, and just everything about him. It was a little nerve-wracking but truly, there was no question this made the most sense and that it was well worth the wait. “It would actually make me feel so much better.”
“If I just finished before we started?” He asked.
“I mean… I think once we get this one out of the way, it’ll all be a lot easier.”
He sighed heavily. “I love you.”
“I thought that’s what all this that meant,” she wrinkled her nose as she giggled. He chuckled, rolled his eyes, and began with a kiss on her lips, then moved down her jaw, her throat, along the center of her sternum and continued down. Harry thought she was the prettiest thing he’d ever laid eyes on. “I love you too,” she said breathlessly.
“May I?” He murmured against her stomach and his finger barely hooked under the triangle of her underwear. She nodded, unable to speak.
Harry slid his finger beneath the fabric and once more she could feel the heat bloom all over her body. It made her a little embarrassed she was so turned on and all he had done was kiss her (really well, but still). He moaned softly. “S’nice, darling,” he whispered and slid his finger along her wet folds searching gently, blindly. “This is a bad idea for me,” he mumbled. “I really might finish before we get started.” She felt tongue tied but offered him a smile. “Y’feel so good,” he sounded like he was in a dream; entranced in how she felt. She gasped softly as his hand moved lower, his finger dipping just a little inside her. “That okay?” He asked
She nodded again, still afraid to speak.
“Tell me if it’s too much or y’need me t’move.”
She continued nodding. Harry’s fingers were long or maybe his hands were just big, but she was blessedly lucky that he could rotate his thumb so it would brush her clit which was the source of all the throbbing all while he gently toyed with her entrance. A soft moan left her before she could stop it. Harry leaned forward to kiss her gently again. “Softer,” she whispered against his mouth. His movements briefly stopped and he eased the pressure on her clit which made her gasp again.
“Like that?” He asked.
She nodded. “Can I touch you?” She asked; her voice was all air. Trying to get her brain to come to terms with the fact Harry Styles was touching her intimately and was naked and hot and all hers.
He shook his head. “M’afraid if you touch it, I’ll come all over you.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” she smiled nervously.
He groaned. “Darling, please don’t tease me right now.”
“You’re one to talk,” she whispered again.
“Shh,” he hushed and pulled his fingers away. She frowned.
“Hey!”
“Soon, love. M’just afraid m’not going to last much longer,” he warned. With that understanding, she shimmied out of her underwear and bit the inside of her lip. “You’re so beautiful, darling.” He reached behind her and unclipped her bra and pulled it out of the way. Her face warmed again and Harry dropped his gaze briefly before returning to her eyes and pressed his lips on her again. “Really beautiful,” he repeated he pulled away and stood to the side of the bed. He grabbed the condom on the nightstand. She tried desperately to tell the part of her brain not to say anything about how maybe this wouldn’t hurt at all out loud. His dick was mouthwatering and that translated to more aching, throbbing wetness between her thighs.
Harry looked at her shyly as he made sure the pillows behind her were situated properly. “Do you see something y’like?” He teased.
“Don’t be mean. You’re very hot.”
“I was just thinking the same thing about you,” he kissed her again and knelt between her legs. “Ready?”
She nodded. “I love you.”
“I thought that’s what all this meant,” he grinned softly and rubbed the head of his dick along her center. She knew the condom was lubricated but she also knew she was soaking it just as much. Harry groaned and centered himself against her entrance. He tucked his face into her neck and kissed softly against her skin. Her heart pounded against his. “Relax for me, darling,” he whispered. She released the breath she didn’t know she was holding. Harry slipped an inch inside and she gasped. “You okay?” He asked.
“More,” she nodded. He pushed a little further. The sliding in wasn’t an issue. She was embarrassingly wet. All due to his kisses, his touches, and all the soft words he whispered against her skin. It was the stretch that ached a bit as she adjusted to his size. “Wait,” she breathed and closed her eyes because she knew it would look like pain and Harry would stop. She held him in place to keep him from stopping what had barely started.
“Darling,” he murmured. “I can—”
“Shh,” she hushed.
Harry kept his lower half still. He kissed the length of her neck and rubbed the outside of her hip with one hand while the other traced up and down the length of her torso. “Can I—”
“Just wait, please,” she begged quietly.
He nipped gently at her collarbone and cupped his hand around her so his thumb could brush gently over her nipple. She moaned, turning her face away from him again. “You can keep doing that,” she whispered.
Since Harry would do anything, she asked anyways, he was absolute putty to her request. He took his hand off her hip and mirrored his other hand and brushed both her nipples over and over. She whined softly at the back of her throat and Harry groaned. “Darling,” he sighed. “Y’feel so good.”
She grabbed his wrists and squeezed a little tighter. “More,” she begged.
Harry felt his dick throb inside her while he waited patiently (and desperately) for her to adjust to the feeling of him inside her. He brushed his mouth over her lips and ducked his head further, wrapping his lips around one of her nipples and flicked his tongue against the hardened tip of it. She moaned, arching slightly toward him more. She wished he could swallow her whole.
Part of her thought Harry wouldn’t mind that either.
“Darling,” he groaned against her chest, he kissed across to her neglected nipple and sucked and nipped at it the same way he did to the other one. “I think I’m gonna—”
She could feel the small pulse inside her from his throbbing dick. She nodded. “Okay, yeah.”
“Love,” he whispered. “I don’t want to—”
It was extremely unfair that Harry was going to finish and he’d barely done anything to her. He thought this had to be the worst first time in the history of ever. “I’m definitely a dead starfish,” she whispered to herself.
Harry chuckled, feeling the tension lower significantly at her joke. “You’re not a dead starfish, darling.”
“You’re doing everything.”
“Good, darling. You do everything all the time.”
She sighed heavily and dropped her head back onto the pillow while he continued playing with her nipples. She didn’t know she would enjoy that so much but at least it probably made Harry feel better.
Harry unceremoniously groaned, gently slid out of her (which made her gasp at the coldness she felt without him inside her any longer), and lowered his head. His mouth left a trail of warm, delicious kisses, all the way down her body and he pressed his mouth to the inside of her thigh. “Harry, I’ll taste like latex,” she warned and put her hands on her cheeks to keep them from combusting and ruining their first time further than she already had by being a dead starfish.
“I don’t care, I just have t’try…” he murmured into the softest, inner parts of her thighs, “…something before I come so fast. Even if it’s terrible.”
“Harry, I have barely touched your dick yet and that’s not fair to y—”
“Kitten, please I’m not kidding; I’ll ruin everything right now. Don’t talk about that. You can do whatever you want to me later I just have to make this a little good for you,” he explained. He grabbed one of her hands and put it at the back of his head. “Jus’ tell me if y’don’t like it,” he warned and dropped his head to where his dick had recently taken residence.
If her brain was functioning the way it was supposed to (the one that finished her bachelor’s and master’s degrees early so she could get a headstart on her doctorate) she would have recognized that the way he licked her nipples was going to be perfect for licking and sucking her aching clit.
She gasped. “Oh my God,” she covered her free hand over her mouth and tugged at his hair at the back of his head. It was a little too much because her nipples were not nearly as sensitive as her clit. “Softer,” she whispered.
Harry eased up instantly. He groaned against her which caused the vibration through his mouth, through her clit, find it’s way back to her nipples. She gently pushed his head lower removing his tongue from her clit and sinking between her folds. His jaw worked up and down as he practically devoured her and followed her gentle guidance. Harry’s tongue slid easily amongst the wetness. Briefly her mind wondered if this was his research or if he had actually done this before. If he had, she wasn’t sure she cared because this was alarmingly good. He worked his way back to her clit and she whimpered again.
There was a possibility her head was going through her pillow and the mattress, and she was never going to come out of the cushioning. It felt deliriously good to have his mouth on her like this. It was unexpected and she felt worse that she really was a dead starfish regardless of what he said. It was just like Harry to be good at something he’d never done before. Hot people had it so easy.
Harry groaned a little more as he licked the length of her again, sucked at her clit, and then moved to her inner thighs. “I can’t wait t’do this again,” he breathed into her skin. She uncovered her mouth and watched as Harry lined himself up with her center again. “M’sorry, love,” he whispered and slid inside once more. She gasped again. All the sensation was totally overwhelming. “Are you okay?” He asked kissing along the side of her face.
She nodded. “I love you,” she reminded him.
He kissed her softly again. “I love you, too.”
It felt a lot simpler with him inside her the second time around. He placed his hands at either side of her ribs and brushed his thumbs on her nipples again. She moaned and Harry answered with a groan. Slowly, he moved his hips to pull out and push in at an agonizingly good pace. It was very clear to her that he was using a ton of self-control to make sure she felt good while trying not to come just yet. She knew it was very unlikely she would have an orgasm the first time. The logistics were a little all over the place. (Although she was much closer with his mouth on her clit than she thought she’d be.)
But Harry was very clearly losing it. His face was tucked into her neck, and he was moaning and pausing quietly like he was practically in pain. He was using an unimaginable amount of restraint to keep from hurting her.
“I’m not going to break, Harry,” she whispered.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” his voice was as strained as his movements.
“You won’t, I’d really like you to come if you’d like to.”
He cupped her face again and kissed her deeply. Like the first time (and every time) he kissed her. His hands shifted down to her hips and the slight pinch of his fingers against her hips felt deliriously good. He thrusted a little harder. She whimpered and he moaned softly. “Fuck,” he whispered into her skin. “Did that—”
“Harry, just let go,” she whispered.
He groaned again, pinned her hips down, and thrusted again. The ache dulled to something resembling pleasure. The fullness of having Harry inside her was incredible. He thrusted again making her gasp again. And again, and again and again…
Then after a less timely thrust than the previous ones, his warm body sank against hers, like he was exhaling for the first time in ages. She felt his dick twitch inside her which was an odd sensation but one she kind of loved already. She scratched her fingers against his scalp. He kissed her neck for what felt like the millionth time (and it was still as good as the first). “I love you so much, darling,” he murmured quietly.
She smiled. “I love you too.”
“Can I try t’make y’come on my tongue, now?”
She blushed but giggled. “You’re crazy,” she shook her head. “We can wait until next time.”
“’Bout you, darling. But m’not letting y’go to sleep without an orgasm. So, I can try myself or y’can show me, but either way I need you to come,” he told her.
She sucked her lip into her mouth and gazed at his unbelievably pretty eyes and the way his mouth was smiling gently at her in an almost glowing kind of way. “It’s really not necessary—”
“No, but it is, darling,” he moved back from her, pulled and tied the condom off and tossed it aside before returning to her. “So, take your pick.”
“Um…” she blushed. “I think I need a lot of stimulation and whatnot,” she admitted. “I know that’s a little awkward but…”
“Show me,” he begged.
“Aren’t you tired?”
He shook his head. “Nope, not even a little. Are you tired? Or was it that bad that you don’t want to? I don’t want to force you to do anything you don’t—”
“No, no, no,” she shook her head quickly. “Everything was very enjoyable. I’m just… a little overwhelmed by the idea… and I don’t want you to have to—”
“Well, I think you liked this,” he cupped around her chest again so his thumb could brush over her nipple again. She gasped softly again at the contact. Harry dropped his other hand between her thighs and brushed his thumb over her clit in the same slow, gentle circle he did to her nipple. Maybe he was lying so she didn’t feel like a total idiot when she confessed she’d never had sex before. He couldn’t be this good at all of it.
Or maybe he really was just meant for her and implicitly knew her body and the way it was supposed to feel because he was her soulmate and there was nothing else like it. “Hmm,” he hummed. “Thought so, darling,” he pressed his lips against her temple.
“Harry,” she whispered. She grabbed his wrist and redirected his fingers to be lower than her clit. She replaced his thumb with her own two fingertips. Between all the licking and the way his dick felt inside her and not to mention how good he just made her feel anyway, she was unbelievably close to finishing all over his hand and she was vaguely aware of how wet she must have felt to him.
“S’good, love. So good,” his finger felt thick and warm and good inside her. He seemed to know exactly the speed she liked and worked in tandem with her fingers moving over her clit. A warmth spread low in her stomach and started ratcheting up higher as he thrusted his finger in and out gently, but firmly and so very perfectly. His other thumb continued rolling over her aching nipple. The ache felt like it still wasn’t enough for her and she wanted to almost cry with how badly she wanted him to grow another hand to touch her other nipple.
As if he could hear her mind, he traced his fingertips across her chest to the neglected one and rolled the hardened nub between his thumb and forefinger.
She whimpered almost against her own will. “You feel so good, kitten,” he pressed his lips over her mouth and softly brushed his tongue over hers.
It was too much. All at once, suddenly, as if she hadn’t been begging for it to happen. She cried out softly as the warmth in her built to be too much and snapped like a rubber band. She arched slightly into the touch of his fingers wrapped around his nipple and he dropped his head to the other one so he could suck on it while she whined nearly incoherently about how good she felt.
“So fucking good, darling,” he moaned quietly. He continued the gentle thrusts while her walls clamped down on his finger.
Once the wave of pleasure subsided slowly, she gently moved her hand away from herself, her breathing was a bit erratic as she pulled his thumb away from her nipple and he slowly removed his finger from within her. He kissed the center of her forehead and somehow after all they just did, that still made her feel like she was melting the most.
“That was pretty good for a first time,” she whispered.
He smiled. “Think it was, my pretty starfish,” he winked.
“Shut. Up.”
“Let me go get a cloth t’clean you up,” he kissed her again before moving off the bed. His dick was still hard (or maybe he had gotten hard again). He was so unbelievably hot, and it felt totally unfair that he was all hers. Finally. All the time spent staring at him from across the lobby. All the running and grilled cheeses. All the flirting and not flirting. All the touches and glances. All the sweet and helpful reminders that he adored her before they even got together.
He was all hers.
“Hey Harry?” She called softly as he grabbed the condom off the floor.
“Yes?”
She wrestled with the covers beneath her a bit until she was settled under them. “Today was a really nice day.”
He grinned. “Always is, when you’re around, Miss.”
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