Christina and the Boys
Steam
"Let's go somewhere private," Harry whispered in my ear. His husky voice made shivers run down my spine and gave me goosebumps. I nodded, and he threw me playfully over his shoulder to carry me to our room. Thank god we were in his house, because if Anne was here, I would not allow this to happen. He practically ran up the stairs and set me down on the bed. I hopped up and he looked confused.
"Just give me one second, okay?" I said, pulling my best puppy-dog face. He nodded, although still confused, and I skipped off to the bathroom.
I looked at myself in the mirror of the bathroom down the hall, and instantly felt ridiculous, but hey, live a little right? I was wearing:www.polyvore.com/fanfic/set?id=69236400
"Harry better like this," I muttered and walked out of the bathroom. I walked as quickly as I could to our bedroom, and found him laying face-down into the pillows, "I swear to god Harry," I muttered. He must have heard me, because he finished for me.
"If I'm asleep then you'll kill me?" he chuckled. He turned over and sat up, he looked at me, and his eyes almost popped out of his skull.
**HARRY'S POV**
She was like a goddess, and my brain was overloaded with sexy. She blushed when she saw me assessing her appearance.
"Too much?" she asked, looking at the floor.
"Just perfect," I said to her, grabbing her hand and holding her close. I knew this was for me, and I was flattered really. I didn't know how uncomfortable those shoes were, but they were so sexy on her. She was like my own personal demon, not that I wasn't going to hell anyways-or so I've been told.
She took a deep breath, a common practice for her when she was nervous, and started to climb on top of my lap. She played with the ringlets in my hair as she kissed me. It was long, passionate, steamy, and all around perfect. I grasped at her hips and she gasped as my warm hands slid down her legs and back up. This was my kind of girl, she was stepping out of her comfort zone for me, and it showed.
**CHRISTINA'S POV**
I gasped a little as his rough and strong hands found my hips. I leaned into it though, and he went easy on me, because he could tell that I was going out of my comfort zone. I kicked off my shoes and pushed him down on the bed, still straddling him. His hands found my hips again and pulled me onto his chest. I leaned down into him and was literally centimeters from his face when he ran his hands up my back and unhooked the bra. He slid it down my shoulders, and I pressed my chest into him, concealing my full breast.
His erection lifted my legs up a little, as I was on top of him, and I giggled. He was turned on by this? He was in for a hell of a night, that's all I have to say. I sat up on his hips and started pulling his shirt up, revealing perfectly toned abs, unmistakeable tattoos, and those adorable four nipples that he acted embarrassed about. I pinched each one and he laughed at my little joke. He flipped me over and unzipped his pants.
"Although I absolutely love this side of you, I have to admit, I like to be on top," he smirked and tried to slide my panties off.
"You first," I argued, pulling the thong back up.
"Fine," he said and pulled his pants and underwear down. So totally not fair how beautiful he was. I pretended not to be insanely embarrassed. I mean, this was a first consentual time, so technically-to me-this was my first time. Nobody had gotten naked in front of me with the express intent to love me, "Your turn, Christina," he prompted and started to pull my panties down.
I raised my hips and helped him slide the panties down, and then tossed him a condom. He laughed and slid it over. The rest was history, beautiful, memorable, not-gonna-tell-daddy history. When it was all over, we just fell asleep in eachother's arms. He smelled like sex and Axe, and I probably smelled like sex. I buried my head into the crook of his neck and he just fell asleep on my head. Before I drifted off, I kissed his dimples and curled his already curly and messy hair.
I dreamt of Harry, the nightmares had been gone for a few days, and I would bet anything it had to do with Harry's constant company and his arm always protectively over me before bed. Harry kept the monsters away, Harry helped my heart pick up the pieces, and Harry was beautiful in so many more ways than his face.
"Just give me one second, okay?" I said, pulling my best puppy-dog face. He nodded, although still confused, and I skipped off to the bathroom.
I looked at myself in the mirror of the bathroom down the hall, and instantly felt ridiculous, but hey, live a little right? I was wearing:www.polyvore.com/fanfic/set?id=69236400
"Harry better like this," I muttered and walked out of the bathroom. I walked as quickly as I could to our bedroom, and found him laying face-down into the pillows, "I swear to god Harry," I muttered. He must have heard me, because he finished for me.
"If I'm asleep then you'll kill me?" he chuckled. He turned over and sat up, he looked at me, and his eyes almost popped out of his skull.
**HARRY'S POV**
She was like a goddess, and my brain was overloaded with sexy. She blushed when she saw me assessing her appearance.
"Too much?" she asked, looking at the floor.
"Just perfect," I said to her, grabbing her hand and holding her close. I knew this was for me, and I was flattered really. I didn't know how uncomfortable those shoes were, but they were so sexy on her. She was like my own personal demon, not that I wasn't going to hell anyways-or so I've been told.
She took a deep breath, a common practice for her when she was nervous, and started to climb on top of my lap. She played with the ringlets in my hair as she kissed me. It was long, passionate, steamy, and all around perfect. I grasped at her hips and she gasped as my warm hands slid down her legs and back up. This was my kind of girl, she was stepping out of her comfort zone for me, and it showed.
**CHRISTINA'S POV**
I gasped a little as his rough and strong hands found my hips. I leaned into it though, and he went easy on me, because he could tell that I was going out of my comfort zone. I kicked off my shoes and pushed him down on the bed, still straddling him. His hands found my hips again and pulled me onto his chest. I leaned down into him and was literally centimeters from his face when he ran his hands up my back and unhooked the bra. He slid it down my shoulders, and I pressed my chest into him, concealing my full breast.
His erection lifted my legs up a little, as I was on top of him, and I giggled. He was turned on by this? He was in for a hell of a night, that's all I have to say. I sat up on his hips and started pulling his shirt up, revealing perfectly toned abs, unmistakeable tattoos, and those adorable four nipples that he acted embarrassed about. I pinched each one and he laughed at my little joke. He flipped me over and unzipped his pants.
"Although I absolutely love this side of you, I have to admit, I like to be on top," he smirked and tried to slide my panties off.
"You first," I argued, pulling the thong back up.
"Fine," he said and pulled his pants and underwear down. So totally not fair how beautiful he was. I pretended not to be insanely embarrassed. I mean, this was a first consentual time, so technically-to me-this was my first time. Nobody had gotten naked in front of me with the express intent to love me, "Your turn, Christina," he prompted and started to pull my panties down.
I raised my hips and helped him slide the panties down, and then tossed him a condom. He laughed and slid it over. The rest was history, beautiful, memorable, not-gonna-tell-daddy history. When it was all over, we just fell asleep in eachother's arms. He smelled like sex and Axe, and I probably smelled like sex. I buried my head into the crook of his neck and he just fell asleep on my head. Before I drifted off, I kissed his dimples and curled his already curly and messy hair.
I dreamt of Harry, the nightmares had been gone for a few days, and I would bet anything it had to do with Harry's constant company and his arm always protectively over me before bed. Harry kept the monsters away, Harry helped my heart pick up the pieces, and Harry was beautiful in so many more ways than his face.
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2/17/13