‘“I love you more than strawberries.” Mal gasped out, her back arching as he nipped at her neck. The fairy clutched the pirate to her, eyes fluttering closed as she allowed herself to sink into the sensations. Hickies were something Harry had only started doing once he reached Auradon and Mal suspected it was his own personal way of letting the Auradon boys know Mal was spoken for. She didn’t mind, even if the Auradon girls thought it was scandalous to have love bites on her neck, especially since she gave Harry his fair share in return.
Harry had never been inclined to be possessive on the isle, holding anything too dear was a bad thing, a weakness. But Harry was quick to see and hate the way the other boys looked at Mal, and he was proud to let the marks she left on him show. "So beautiful," he whispered, adjuating so he couod settle better between her kegs, pusshing her shirt up. "Lemme see ya, my pixie." He breathed, unaware his eyes flared feline as he looked at her, one hand mobing to unclasp the bra tge purple haired girl was weaeing beneath the shirt. "I wanna see all of ya."