Madalyn
Chapter 18
I'd never slept with Harry before, so I was a bundle of nerves when the thought suddenly crossed my mind.
I was dancing Sexy Silk for him, watching absentmindedly as different emotions played across his face. I had suspected that dancing to that song, in front of Harry, was going to make me think about things like that. Especially when he was watching me intently, like i was the most beautiful, fascinating thing in the world.
Around Harry, I felt that way. All warm and fuzzy when he caressed my back, my legs, my arms, my hair. As he murmured sweet things in my ear and told me he loved me.
After the song, I felt oddly bold. Still dancing lightly, I walked over to him. He looked me over before settling on my face and watching as emotions played across it. First I was nervous, then curious, then oddly aroused at how handsome he looked. He was biting his lip in anticipation as I leaned down, stroking his cheek with my hand, before lowering myself on his lap.
"What brings this on?" Harry asked as I played with his hair and tried to figure out the best way to bring this, erh, topic up.
"Harry," I began, stroking his bottom lip with my finger, "you know I love you. And I know you love me. I've been thinking about our relationship, and I realized that we haven't, erh, well, uh, slept together. In the figurative sense.... and I was wondering if it was me or anything I had done? Like, do you not want to? Am I not desireable? Do you not want to sleep with Liam's ex or something?" My voice started to break. I was being so overreactionary!
"Madalyn, baby, don't cry," Harry cooed, holding me close. "Of course I want to sleep with you. I just didn't want to force anything on you. I thought that you wanted to wait," Harry smiled at me. Ever so slowly, I leaned in, touching my lips tentatively to his. He smiled before pulling me close, kissing me fully. The salt from my tears mingled with our lips. I gripped his face desperately, trying to keep him from moving. "I love you," he whispered.
"And I love you," I whispered back before pulling his face to mine again.
I was dancing Sexy Silk for him, watching absentmindedly as different emotions played across his face. I had suspected that dancing to that song, in front of Harry, was going to make me think about things like that. Especially when he was watching me intently, like i was the most beautiful, fascinating thing in the world.
Around Harry, I felt that way. All warm and fuzzy when he caressed my back, my legs, my arms, my hair. As he murmured sweet things in my ear and told me he loved me.
After the song, I felt oddly bold. Still dancing lightly, I walked over to him. He looked me over before settling on my face and watching as emotions played across it. First I was nervous, then curious, then oddly aroused at how handsome he looked. He was biting his lip in anticipation as I leaned down, stroking his cheek with my hand, before lowering myself on his lap.
"What brings this on?" Harry asked as I played with his hair and tried to figure out the best way to bring this, erh, topic up.
"Harry," I began, stroking his bottom lip with my finger, "you know I love you. And I know you love me. I've been thinking about our relationship, and I realized that we haven't, erh, well, uh, slept together. In the figurative sense.... and I was wondering if it was me or anything I had done? Like, do you not want to? Am I not desireable? Do you not want to sleep with Liam's ex or something?" My voice started to break. I was being so overreactionary!
"Madalyn, baby, don't cry," Harry cooed, holding me close. "Of course I want to sleep with you. I just didn't want to force anything on you. I thought that you wanted to wait," Harry smiled at me. Ever so slowly, I leaned in, touching my lips tentatively to his. He smiled before pulling me close, kissing me fully. The salt from my tears mingled with our lips. I gripped his face desperately, trying to keep him from moving. "I love you," he whispered.
"And I love you," I whispered back before pulling his face to mine again.
7/30/13