Harry and annaleise or Harry and Mia 🤭
"Wait," Harry says, tightening his tie as he sits down on the edge of the bed. He pats his thigh. "Come here."
Mia all but flies to him, throwing her arms around him as she sits. The silky red dress presses against his chest, his hand smoothing over the material at her back, confirming his suspicions. “No bra in February? Is that a good idea?”
She smiles innocently. “You’re lucky I’m wearing underwear. If it were up to me–”
“I am lucky, you’re absolutely right.” He takes her chin and kisses her softly, all while plucking the lipstick out of her hands. He’s caught her right before she’s applied it, and after a few more kisses, he pulls away, still holding her chin.
Her breath hitches, but she listens, eyes wide with excitement. Harry uncaps the lipstick and raises her head higher. The first swipe is careful, slow. Concentration immediately settles onto his face, his thumb balanced on her cheek to make the strokes as neat as possible. He goes over her cupid’s bow slowly. Then he switches to her lower lip, silently asking her to part her lips as he presses his thumb between her teeth. He feels her press her hips into his, but all he does is chuckle and finish off the rest of the lip.
He tucks the lipstick into his pocket, and then holds her face again as he cleans up the edges of her lips, fixing any unwanted smears.
“Now,” he murmurs, kissing her cheek leisurely, “anytime you want to reapply, you come to me. And I will do it for you. Yes?”
Mia swallows, her pretty eyes blinking quickly at him. “Yes,” she whispers, wrapping his tie around her knuckles.
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