Enticing Charm

Olivia's P.O.V.

When he arrives back to the bed, I study his facial through the dark room. His strong shoulders are slumped sadly and he drags his feet to me, his hands clenching on themselves tightly.

Why is he suddenly upset?

Once he gets on the bed he grumbles and flops on his back, his palms digging in to his eyes roughly.

His face is dripping with water as well as a few of his messy curls on his forehead.

"Are you OK?" I ask softly. Frowning, scooting closer to his body.

"Yeah..." he sighs, clearing his throat and dropping his palms from his eyes. His face meeting mine.

"Are you sure?" I press, picking my fingers nervously. He nods curtly and swallows thickly.

"Let's get you to sleep, yeah?" He mumbles, his green orbs hard on my own brown ones. I nod and his arms once more are tight around my hips as he drags me down and then to his chest.

I wrap my arms snugly around his torso and he seems content as he lets out a pretty sigh.

"Goodnight." I whisper as he pulls the thick quilt over us.

He mumbles something under his breath as he snuggles me in to him.

Something obviously is upsetting him but I am not sure what to say, in fear of him blowing up on me yet again.

Instead I reach up and put my lips on his jaw bone, leaving a light kiss.

His breath fans my skin as it catches in his throat from my daring actions. Well maybe not daring for most, but most certainly for myself. I never went around kissing troublesome boys.

But I have said. Harry was something else entirely.

He buries his face in my hair and I feel his lips smile on to my skull as I drift off to sleep. Our arms wrapped tightly around each other.

All anger from previously, gone.

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The smell of mint is strong in my nose as I am slowly lulled out of sleep by the light sunshine through the window.

Groaning and attempting to sit up I feel a ton of pressure on my back. Wiping the the hair from my face and coming to reality I find Harry laying on my back.

While on my stomach, his chest is draped over half of my back. His arms snug under my stomach, his head buried in the back of my neck.

Carnivorous butterflies do their things on my insides as he cuddles in his sleep, tighter in to my neck.

But my bladder felt like it was going to burst, so he needed to get up.

Attempting to be stealthy, I wriggle under his weight. His body being practically three times my size proved to be a challenge.

Groaning and crawling up in the pillows I manage to get up to the point where his head was on my middle back.

"Livie, what are you doing?" He groans, his arms giving me a yank down so we are back to square one. My bladder practically throbbing.

"I have to get up, Harry!" I whisper yell, squirming harder.

"Why? It's early, let me hold you a little longer." He sighs sleepily.

"No, I really need to get up!" I whimper, fearing the strength of my bladder. For his arms squeezing my lower stomach were not helping me out at this point.

"Why?" His voice now sounding a little more alert.

"I - I just need to!" My cheeks flushing. He is silent for a moment. "Ugh! Harry, let me go!" I squeal, squeezing my thighs together.

"Not until you tell me why!" His voice laced with humor.

"I have to pee!" I hiss. Finally just taking matters in to my own hands and thrashing in his arms.

"Oh... damn! Why didn't you just say that!" He laughs and his arms release me. I squeal as I tumble to my feet. "Go, baby go!" He laughs and his hand quickly smacks my butt as I run which just makes me squeal more as I run to the bathroom to relieve my full bladder.

Once done I wash my hands and brush my hair and teeth and wash my face.

Retreating back to the room, I find Harry draped over the blanket in his black boxer briefs, hands behind his head, ankles crossed.

"Better?" He smirks. I shoot him a playful glare and his smile grows on his blood red lips as I make my way to him.

His tan skin gleams in the still, nearly, dark bedroom. I fight the urge to close my eyes as I take in his tall and built form. His green eyes watching me carefully. I sigh and sit on the edge of the bed.

I keep trying to watch my fingers but my eyes keep dripping over to him. His muscles are ell built and I wonder if he works out because he is very fit.

"Whacha looking at, sweet pea?" He smirks as my eyes race up his arms. I swallow my nervous and shrug as if it were nothing. I turn my gaze to his eyes which have become startlingly dark as they bare down on me. "Come here." he demands, his voice raspy as he takes my wrists.

I swallow again and let him pull my closer, he surprises me when he pulls me so either one of my knees are on either side of his hips, as I sit on his bare, and warm, torso.

My faces gets hot and I immediately try to crawl off but his massive hands hold me in place as he sits up and presses his forehead to my own.

"You look so perfect in my clothes, Olivia." he whispers. I blush even harder as I remember I am still in his boxers and black T shirt. I bite my lip out of habit and watch his mouth.

"I like when you say my name." I admit quietly. His eyebrows shoot up.

His mouth meets my neck and I can feel him smirk as he gently sucks on the skin by my jugular, making warm chills run down my spine. My hands dig in to his biceps as he does so.

"We didn't get to finish what we started yesterday, Olivia." He hums, pulling away slightly to speak. I swallow and squeeze my nails in to his muscles. Leave crescent shaped indents on the bare skin.

I squeezed my knees in to his torso to try to buffer the intense feelings rushing through me as his hands gently trickle up and down my sides. He chuckles from the pressure which probably feels like nothing to him and slides his hands to my lower back, right above my butt. I whimper lightly as his fingers dig in to my back and his mouth continues on my throat, leaving the skin aching slightly when his mouth parts.

His chest is warm through his the shirt on my skin and his arms wrapped around me make me feel the most secure and happy I think I have yet to feel in my life.

"H-harry." I whisper as the hands slide lower on my back and his tongue jets over the skin his teeth just abused. He pulls back and blows a jet of cool air over the spot and my legs shake lightly and I pull our chests closer. Both trying to hide in his neck from the embarrassment and trying to pull ourselves closer to feel more of his touch.

I loved when he touched me. Even if it was just simple. Just a hand in mine, lips on my cheek, even a brush of our shoulders. It did not matter to me, as long as our skin was connected.

I pull my head in to his neck and he chuckles.

"Why are you hiding, Dove?" He coos, his body tremoring lightly from laughing. I shrug and dig in to his neck deeper. "Well come out so I can kiss you." I can hear the smile in his voice so I nod lightly and bow my head as i pull it from the base of his warm throat.

He dips his head to meet my eyes and smiles at me his perfect smile before pushing our mouths together.

Notes

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