14 ;)
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14. “Take. It. Off.” *unrevised*
“Why’ve you go my shirt on?”
You run your hands over the smooth silk, fiddling with oneof the buttons before shrugging, “Because I can.” You hear him scoff behindyou, as continue to search through the rest of the shirts in his closet, “MaybeI should where this one instead,” you pull the pink garment off the rack andhold it to your chest, “I think it’ll bring out my eyes.”
He shakes his head, chuckling softly, “You aren’t wearingany of my shirts.”
You turn around to him, watching with challenging eyes as heapproaches you slowly, his hands deep in pockets of his sweatpants, “But,” you whisper,tugging on the collar of your shirt, “I’ve already got one on.”
He nods, “Then take it off.”
You step back, smiling wide, “No.”
“Y/N,” he says slowly, taking another step towards you, “I’mbeing serious.”
“As am I.” you take another step back. Your foot gets caughton a shoe, and you trip, falling backwards but he reaches quickly out to you,wrapping an arm around you and pulling you upright into his chest.
He’s so close now, you can feel his breath washing over yourface and his scent fills your nose. You look deeply into his eyes and you cansee, the way his pupil had overtaken his green orbs and you smile as yourcheeks warm, “Take. It. Off.” He says, “Or I will.”
You shiver, “Is that a threat?”
“It’s a promise.”
You reach for the buttons on your shirt, fiddling with it asyou escape his grip. Your eyes drift past his head for a moment before you dartpast him and out into your bedroom, looking back over your shoulder to see hissurprised expression, “I’m not taking it off!” you shout, sprinting out of theroom.
“You better pray I don’t catch you!” you hear him call,followed by big booming footsteps, moving quick across the hardwood.
You boom with laughter, flying down the steps, “Lordheavenly father-“ your interrupted by his own deep laugh.
“You are so stupid!”
“I’m also wearing your shirt.” You yell back. You slow to astop once you round the corner into the dining room, creeping quietly whilewatching over your shoulder to make sure he doesn’t catch you. Listeningcarefully, you can hear his footsteps but your uncertain where they’re comingfrom.
“Slick,” you hear him say, and you jump around to his voice,shrieking when he wraps his arm wound your waist again, “Not slick enough,though.”
He pushes you up against the wall, leaning in towards yourear, “Take. It. Off, love.” He whispers, “Don’t make this difficult.”
You raise on your toes to reach his ear, “No.”
“Alright then, you’ve left me no choice.” He slides hishands around your stomach, unbuttoning the silk shirt, slowly. His foreheadrests on yours as he looks down to watch his fingers, exposing more and more ofyour skin until the garment is hardly covering her breasts and its then that herealizes you don’t have anything on underneath, “Well, would ya look at tha’”
“Now you know why I wanted to keep it on.”
“Now you know why I wanted it off.”
He slips his hands beneath the shirt, gripping your waistwith his warm hands and pulling you closer into him so he can lay his lips onyours. You wrap your arms around his neck twirling a little growing curl aroundyou finger as your mouths move together in sync, his tongue sneaking and runningover your bottom lip. He pushes the shirt off your shoulders, before letting itfall from your body and into his hands. You lift your leg to rest on his hipbut he pushes it back softly to the ground, pulling away from your lips,smiling.
“Harry where are you going?” you question irritably.
He smirks, walking towards the stairs and flipping the shirtover his shoulder, “Told ya to take it off.”
