The Black Swan | Reposted

Chapter 53 - Special Places

I woke up on my stomach, plush pillows and blankets all knotted around me. I felt safe, comfortable, so warm and cuddly in the entanglement of fabric. I was a tad bit dazed, maybe I was spellbound, reeling over what had happened with us.

I blinked, yawning, looking to my right to see Harry sound asleep on his back, an arm tossed over his head. His jaw was hanging open. His other hand rested on the small of my back, it was sweaty from our warmth. I kept on my stomach, gazing at him. I slowly slid my arms up under my head, watching him. God, why did I care so fucking much? How did this happen? When did it happen?

I admired the way his body contracted with his deep, strong breaths. His stomach puffed out a touch even though it was toned and tight, near perfect. His shoulders were soft and relaxed, not held rigid. His face was so soft looking it almost made my heart ache from the sweetness.

I heard him snore heavily, making me giggle. I slid up a bit, his hand skidding down to my ass but I didn't mind. I shut my eyes, waiting to hear him stir. I could gaze at him as he slept all day. I liked seeing him relaxed and how his muscles were still present even when calm. He was beautiful.

I heard this little choke and grumble, a sharp breath of air. His hand tightened around my behind.

"Morning," I whispered.

"Hey," his voice was deep and heavy, "I slept really hard."

"Me too."

He yawned and rubbed his face, rolling onto his stomach. We mirrored each other, our noses nearly touching.

"Want me and don't give me up." I whispered. "I don't care that it's complicated, I don't care that you shouldn't. I want you and I need you Harry. I think you need me. You need compassion, a woman's touch. You need someone to put up with your cynical outlook. You need someone Harry Styles and I want it to be me."

My words were strong but they were spoken softly. I desperately wanted him, and I wanted him to be mine. Having sex with him was not the smartest, or safest, move for the protection of my heart and sanity for my mind. But it happened and I couldn't imagine it happening with another human being.

He didn't reply but I took a deep breath and shut my eyes, trying to ignore the stabbing silence.

"Be my wedding date?" I whispered.

"Who is getting married?"

"Niall and Sarah, but Sarah doesn't know, it's a secret."

"That literally makes no sense."

"It doesn't but keep it a secret."

"I will." I nodded and let a dreamy breath out. I felt his fingertips graze up and down my spine. "You're a pain in the ass Graff.' I smiled at my real last name. "But you're my pain." he whispered, the words seeming to have double meaning but my eyes opened, seeing him moving closer. He kissed my nose.

"What? Don't joke." He slid closer, his naked body on mine as he kissed me. I held his face gently in my hands as our lips moved so softly. It was this gentle, needy, board line sloppy kiss where tongues and lips became one, and I felt as if I'd disappear with him. It was perfect.

"I'm not a very funny guy."

"I know." He smiled a bit and I pecked his lips again. "What's happening now?"

"I don't fucking know."

I shook my head. "Harry we need a label I think. We need a clear line."

"I... I've never had a girlfriend and I never thought it would be you."

'What's that supposed to mean?" I glared.