*Mature and Explicit Content*
"If it feels so right, how can it be wrong?"
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I watch as Harrys breathing shallows, his eyes glazing over as his brows furrow "You really want that?"
I nod without missing a beat, assuring him "I really do, is...
"Now I've got you in my sights With these hungry eyes One look at you and I can't disguise I've got hungry eyes I feel the magic between you and I"
Song: Hungry Eyes - Eric Carmen
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It's so warm, why is it so warm?
I stir slightly, trying to drag myself out of sleep. There's a tickling on my lower stomach and I freeze, what the hell is that?
Please don't be a spider, please don't be a spider.
It's then I notice the firm body pressed against my back, the heavy arm slumped over my waist, and I peel my eyes open moving my head to look down slightly and see that familiar hand tracing circles under my belly button with his fingers.
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Uhhhhhh.
When exactly did Harry end up spooning me on the couch? I specifically remember going to sleep being very un-spooned.
Harry's nose nuzzles against the side of my neck, his breath tickling the skin there.
I suck in a sharp breath when his hand flattens against my stomach, sliding up underneath my shirt and moving back down my waist.
"Harry?" I peep out, my voice croaky from sleep.
Is he asleep?
"Mmmm?" he hums lowly, continuing to trace his hand around my skin.
Guess not.
"Uh, what are you doing?" I ask anxiously, I know I said I'm use to affection from him but this is certainly not what I meant.
"Something I shouldn't" he murmurs cryptically.
Well that was helpful Tom Riddle. What is that even suppose to mean?
My stomach flies up into my throat when his arm locks across my waist, his hand slipping underneath me and turns me onto my back. In the same motion he lifts himself up, climbing over the top of me, hovering above me on all fours, with my legs between his.
What the actual fuck is going on right now?
"Harry" I ask again, my voice piqued "Are you alright?"
I find myself tracing my eyes from his face, down his bare torso above me, and back up to his face. I notice all of these details I never paid much attention to before, how plump and perfectly shaped his lips are, the curve of his neck into his strong shoulders, the deep lines and crevices that wrap around the muscles in his chest and abdomen, his skin, how smooth and satiny it looks. His wild chestnut curls are draped either side of his cheeks, framing his sharp features that manage to be so gentle at the same time, and completely contradicting.
