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Used to be trashymuses Uh-oh, r u n n i n g out of breath, but I Oh, I, I got stamina Uh-oh, running...

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Ave smirked around his fingers, loving how much seeing her suck her juices from his fingers got to him. “Yeah baby…” She moaned back, biting into her lower lip when he squeezed her hips. She loved it when he grabbed her like that and it was hard not to get loud right now. “Mmm… Harry…” She groaned as she started bouncing on his cock.

They were being way too loud, he knew they were. They should really care more, but this felt so so good and he couldn't control his hips from fucking up into her, chasing the immense waves of pleasure rolling through his body right now. They used to do this in marathons when they were in uni together - day long sex sessions and never able to keep their hands off eachother. He was already building up to another orgasm and he could only hope he was nailing Ave's g-spot right now at full force.

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She had been a little sleepy before Harry had started teasing her, but they had gone way too long without having sex so she was going to try and make up for lost time. She kissed along his jaw as he pulled his fingers from her before sitting up so she could sink down onto him with a broken moan. She looked down at him with completely blown pupils and pulled his hand up to her mouth, sucking the fingers that had been inside her into her mouth to clean them off as she started moving her hips in small circles as she got used to his size from this angle.

Harry swallowed hard as Ave slid all the way down on his cock, moaning at the sight of her sucking her own juices off his fingers. "Fuck..." He pulled in a few deep breaths and then settled his hands on her hips, holding and squeezing them as she began to pump his cock with her tight pussy. Thank God they could both last a little longer this time and really enjoy the moment while they could. "Ave...oh God..." he threw his head back and moaned just a little, wishing he could be loud instead.

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Could he sound anymore like a live action porno? The way he was moaning and using that raspy sex voice on her was getting her worked up even more. “Always wet for you baby.” She moaned against his neck, biting down lightly when his fingers slipped into her. She pushed down against his fingers for a few thrusts before detaching her mouth from his neck. “Wanna ride you.”

He had originally intended just to get her off again, but now she was attaching his neck and saying she wanted to ride him and well...yes, please. Yes. "Mmmm please babe..." he moaned and removed his fingers so she could position herself and go to town. He couldn't even feel bad about it, it had been a year okay?!

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She bit her bottom lip and shifted a bit, because she knew just from that tone what he was up to. “Is that so?” She purred, her back arching a bit and a shivered running down her spine as goosebumps popped up all over her skin where he’d touched her. “Harry…” She moaned softly, mouthing at his neck lightly and trying to grind back against his fingers. “Please.”

He leaned back and moaned a little as his fingers teased her entrance, her juices from before spilling out easily to coat his fingers. He loved how easy it was to get her worked up, and even more than that - he loved how she felt. "You're so wet still." He licked his lips and finally pushed his fingers into her, wiggling around his pointer and middle fingers and slipping them in as deep as he could reach.

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Of course he hadn’t meant to make her feel bad and Ave knew that, but she just had so much guilt that it was almost inevitable. Her eyes fluttered closed and she snuggled into him more, practically purring as he massaged her scalp. Harry was always so good at calming her down, this was something she’d needed badly for quiet a while. She smiled into the kiss and threw her leg over his, snuggling impossibly closer. “I love you too.” She whispered, nuzzling his neck before moving to lay on his chest. “You think that we have time for a nap before the kids wake up?”

He smiled and held her close, humming when she asked if they had time for a nap. "Maybe. But I have to be honest...there's something else still on my mind." His voice was low and raspy as his hand slid up the back of her thigh and the curve of her ass. He loved touching her like this and feeling her shiver under his fingers. "Maybe a little something else to help you sleep?" He dipped his fingers between the back of her legs, his fingertips touching her lower lips from behind.

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Her eyes fluttered closed and she let out a contented sigh as he ran his fingers through her hair. She smiled wide and looked up at him when he admitted that he didn’t want to move into the guest room. Her smile faltered though when he said that he wished they’d never gotten a divorce, her head tucking downward so that her gaze was focused on his butterfly tattoo. “I know. I’m sorry.” She said softly, feeling a rush of guilt come flooding back. She really wished she could just go back in time and fix things before they had gotten as bad as they had.

Harry hadn't meant to make her feel bad again, he was just really bad about speaking his thoughts out loud. He gently began to massage her scalp, attempting to relax her and bring her back to a state of calmness. The kids had only been napping for about 20 minutes at this point, he hoped they were super tired. This alone time was nice and much needed. "I love you." He whispered before leaning in to softly kiss her lips.

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Lou was genuinely interested in what Harry had to say about both his restaurant and his childhood. He never really has been before but. “I love comfort food but comfort food doesn’t love me,” he teased, setting his brief aside. He’d already made up his mind that he didn’t want to invest in the pro proposed project so there really was no sense in carrying on reading the damn thing. “I had a single mum too. Most of the time, anyway. I wasn’t much good in the kitchen but I helped my sisters get ready, did their braids and that,” he explained. He didn’t know why Harry needed or wanted to know that but. Maybe he just wanted to be able to relate to Harry on another level, find more common ground. To prove what? How well suited they were? He knew that already but it didn’t change anything. He was getting a headache. “Is there garlic bread in this comfort food meal?” he entreated with a hopeful grin.

Harry was actually thankful for everything keeping him busy right now because if he wasn’t, he’d be staring dreamily at Louis. He loved hearing stories about the older, especially ones that normalized him and made him more relatable. He would still be just as enamored if Louis had always been financially stable and spoiled, but he hadn’t been - and that was just…Harry was falling so hard. “Of course there’s garlic bread, who do you think I am?!” Harry joked while looking back at the smaller with a wide dimpled grin. “I like picturing you braiding hair.” The younger giggled and finished off the meat sauce, so many delicious smells filling the room at this point.

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Ave beamed when he smiled at her. She loved seeing Harry’s smile and wanted to be the reason for it always. She practically melted into him and toyed with his hair as they looked at each other. When he said that he should move back in she surged upward to kiss him deeply. “I don’t want you to move into the guest room though.”

He smiled and reached to caress her cheek and run his fingers through her hair. “I don’t want to move into the guest room either.” Harry admitted freely while his eyes still darted over her face. “I wish…we wouldn’t have gotten a divorce.” They really should have thought this through. Maybe they should just think this through actually. But he couldn’t imagine his future without Ave in it. He just wanted everything to go back to the way things were except better.

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“Feminism is not here to dictate to you. It’s not prescriptive, it’s not dogmatic. All we are here to do is give you a choice. If you want to run for Prime Minister, you can. If you don’t, that’s wonderful, too. Shave your armpits, don’t shave them, wear flats one day, heels the next. These things are so irrelevant and surface to what it is all really about, and I wish people wouldn’t get caught up in that. We want to empower women to do exactly what they want, to be true to themselves, to have the opportunities to develop. Women should feel free. There is no typical feminist, there is nothing anywhere that says you have to meet a certain set of criteria.” —Emma Watson

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Ave let out a little snort of laughter and let her eyes fall closed as he rubbed her back. She could do this for the rest of her life. “Thinking about you with other people isn’t exactly a picnic for me either.” She murmured, tilting her head upward so she could look at him. “It won’t. I only want you. For the rest of forever.” She assured him, stretching up to press a kiss to his jaw. “You’re the love of my life and I was crazy for ever letting you go.”

Harry smiled down at Ave, his shoulders now relaxing a bit at the reassurance. He'd wanted to hear those words for so long. There were so many nights spent wishing his phone would ring and that it would be Ave calling to say she loved him, missed him, and wanted him back. Maybe it hadn't happened as soon as he wanted, but this was better than never. "I do think I should move back in after thinking about it. I want to." Harry rubbed his thumb along her arm and searched her face for a reaction.

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It smelled delicious, whatever it was. He took a seat at a barstool, opening his briefcase because as always he had some work to get done in his spare time. It never ended. “I’m sure I will darling. Do you prefer Italian? Is that what your restaurant will be?” He asked, slipping on his glasses to read a brief. Ironically he didn’t used to need them but wore them for the aesthetic and now here he was at thirty with a prescription pair. He was getting old. “If you decide your comfortable with it you should polish your CV and give it to me to share with some contacts. Think about it at least,” he said. He obviously wouldn’t give the CV to anyone he didn’t feel would be a good fit and who knew what would come of it but it was the best way to get a foot in the door. That didn’t mean it didn’t need to be quality - Louis had a reputation - but somehow he knew that this incredibly dedicated boy would always impress.

"I do like Italian, but my place with be more jus' like, comfort food sort of stuff. The things you would get at home, like mums would make." Harry felt a little silly saying it like that, but it was what he liked to cook the most. "When I was growing up, my mum had to work several jobs to support us and since my sister was hardly ever home either, I usually had to cook for myself. Nothing fancy, just enough to get me by. But, the more I did it, the more I started to enjoy it and actually want to make things that were really satisfying and delicious. I binged on cooking shows and poured over recipes. Being able to find ingredients and cook myself stuff that actually tasted good made me forget everything sad for once and just feel...happy." Harry shrugged and dropped the dried noodles into them now boiling water. "I loved leaving leftovers for mum and seeing how impressed she was with it. She would tell me it was the best part of her day and I jus' remembered thinking one day like, wow...I want to do this for other people. Food makes people happy. Everyone likes comfort food - the classics. When I get a craving, it's usually always for something familiar, like home." Harry turned to look at Louis, his lip tugging between his teeth. "I'll try and have something ready for you to look at soon. Thanks for even wanting to entertain my crazy idea." He smirked.

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How had she forgotten what a proper orgasm felt like? A year wasn’t really that long, but apparently is was long enough to make Ave forget about how intense her orgasms were with Harry. And the moans coming from him were just the icing on the cake. She panted after he pulled away and rolled onto his back, trying to catch her breath. She hummed in agreement to his curse before rolling over to curl into his side, laying her head on his shoulder. “I don’t know how I went a whole year without that.”

"I don't know how I did either." Harry chuckled and began to gently rub her back as she curled into him. It hadn't been his choice to go a year without her, but he definitely wasn't going to bring that up again. "I hate thinking about you with other people." He finally breathed out after a few moments of them both catching your breath. "I don't want that to ever have to happen again..."

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Harry must have some really good restraint because she remembered that he usually had a hard time being so quiet in the bedroom. Thankfully he knew that she didn’t have that same kind of restraint and was willing to help her with that. Plus there was the whole deal where she loved it when he took control. He was punching out breathy sounds from her and she was so damn close that it wouldn’t take much. Just the sound of her name rolling off his tongue in that tone was enough to push her over the edge and she was reaching her orgasm, hips clamping around his hips and heels digging into his ass to push him deeper as her eyes rolled back, her back arching off the bed.

Oh God. It was almost like he'd forgotten how hot it was when Ave had an orgasm, but how could he have? Her face, her body, it was all so much to take in as she gave in to the feeling and began to squeeze around him like that. He unraveled soon after, his own moans coming out deep and low as he pulled out as fast as he could, not sure if he'd been able to completely miss getting any inside of her. It felt too good to think about it when he let go of her throat and pumped himself until he was completely spent. "Damn..." he rolled over on his back beside her with his chest rising and falling rapidly.

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“Dunno about a favorite meal..” he answered, trailing off as he thought about the question. “It’s embarrassing but I love Pizza Hut,” he admitted. “I don’t have it often cos I can’t burn it off like I used to but it’s a bit of a guilty pleasure,” he admitted. “I’m not sure if that’s helpful, actually. Anyway, I have full faith in you darling. I’ll just go change and I’ll be back,” he said, planting a kiss to Harry’s cheek before he headed upstairs and switched his suit for a pair of joggers and a tee shirt. Many things had changed about his life, not all for the better, but you could never get Louis Tomlinson to give up his sweatpants. “What’re you making then?” he greeted upon return to the kitchen.

Pizza? Of course his favorite food had to be pizza. Harry could make one, sure. But then again - it was a lot of work to make pizza dough from scratch and he really didn't feel like bothering with that right now. Instead he rummaged through the cabinets to see what he had to work with, deciding to make Italian since Louis seemed to be a big fan of anything in that category. The younger smiled as he began to heat up a pan to add in some ground beef, along with a pot to boil water before his head was turning to look at the older when he entered the kitchen. "Spaghetti Bolognese. Simple, but I have a really good recipe that I like a lot. Hopefully you will too."

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Ave let out a whimper when he nibbled on her lip and let out a broken moan when he changed angles and hit her g-spot dead on. He was always so damn good at making her feel amazing and honestly she didn’t know why she’d ever bothered trying with anybody else. Her mouth fell open and she let out a soft gasp when his hand moved to her throat. She clenched around him, whimpering once more at the pressure that was applied to her throat, moving her hand from his shoulder to cover his hand so she could push down a little harder. She really wanted this to last forever, but she knew that wasn’t an option right now.

Harry was known for making a lot of noise in bed as well, but he'd learned to try and control it as much as he could with the kids around. He knew it wasn't so easy for Ave, not to mention she really loved when he tried to control her this way. He watched her with parted lips as he pressed down on her throat even harder, his hips now going in and out of her as fast as he could make them go comfortably. He was going to cum at any second... "Fuck, Ave..." he closed his eyes for a second, trying his best to focus so she could orgasm first.