‘Let lips do what hands do’

Harry’s POV

I glance at my reflection into the mirror. I look tired. It’s four in the morning already. I finish to brush my teeth knowing she just used this same toothbrush, mine. She is waiting for me in the guest room. I shudder. Do I have to kiss her or do I have to be patient? I was letting her set the pace…

I step out of the bathroom. A mild light comes from the lounge and I can hear some music. I turn away and walk through the corridor. All doors are closed. I stand silently in front of the guest room door. Am I supposed to knock or I just walk in? What if she felt asleep? No, she can’t be sleeping. But it’s so late. Why am I thinking this much? What is going on with me? Why do I feel exactly what I felt before my first kiss? The intensity. The curiosity. The anxiety, all over again. I only know her for a week.

I hold my breath and finally open the door. I see her standing beside the window, her head leaning on the glass, and, with her hands in her pockets, she is shrugging. Her hair is up yet. She turns to look at me.

“I was falling asleep on the bed…” She mutters.

“Come here,” I say, sitting on the edge of the bed. She walks through the room and stands next to me, her knee grazing mine insistently. I glance up. She’s looking at me in the half-shadow and her eyes seem darker than usual. I untie the first two buttons of my shirt and I take her blouse from inside her jeans. After my gesture she sits down almost touching my leg. I turn towards her, already gazing in expectation.

“May I undo your braids?” I ask quietly.

“Yes, you may,” she says.

I move forwards rounding her with my arms. My hands reach the back of her head. I start to remove the hair pins one by one, looking at her from above. I slightly graze the skin of her nape, overwhelmingly smooth, and she trembles. I can feel she is glimpsing at me while I softly release her braids. I introduce my hands both sides of her head, and then brush her hair between my fingers until the braids are undone. I lean back again and gaze at her, her wavy hair falling wildly over the shoulders. And some voice tells me what I have to do next. I place my fingertips in her cheek and make them run through her skin until I touch below her ear and all the way down to her nape. She is shivering. I lean in closing the distance between us. Her eyes are an abyss. When our noses touch I close my eyes and keep moving forwards until I feel a pair of wet, parted lips. I gasp and pull her gently towards me, embracing her. She holds me by the waist, her hands tightly grabbing the sides of my shirt. Her mouth opens as I move nearer and slid my tongue between her lips and her teeth. The tact of her tongue is warm and moist, yet her saliva is so fresh. Her mouth is all I can feel and this sensation is overcoming me. I kiss her, and I kiss her and I can’t let her go.

I run my hands through her back to reach her waist, her silky hair grazing my knuckles. She lets my shirt go and holds me by the neck, her breast resting on my chest and I can’t let her go, and I continue to brush my tongue in hers. She gasps and holds me nearer. I pull from her and she is sitting on my lap and we can’t let it go. And we fall back on the bed and I’m above her and she is tugging at my hair to feel me closer. And her mouth, and her lips, and her tongue in mine and in my skin and mine in her skin. And I don’t know how much time we’ve been kissing but it feels like ages. I glance at her moving my head backwards, her parted lips, her breast rising and falling. She glimpses from behind her eyelashes. There’s a piercing hurting by my rib as I contemplate her. And I kiss her again and I suck her warm tongue and she moans and I feel I’m about to faint. I collapse over her chest and she holds my head. I’m panting furiously. I felt everything and more. My eyes are wide shut and all I hear is her heart beneath my ear.

We move towards the headboard and I take off my boots and unstrap her heels to remove them. We cuddle and I embrace her by the waist, my chin resting on her shoulder. She holds my hands and I know she is smiling even though I can’t see her.

“You don’t use perfume,” I say.

“Neither do you.”

“I love your scent,” I blurt. I was not able to hold it back. There is a brief silence.

“My parents have this chemist’s business and they buy this organic soap from Provence, that is made of olive oil and lavender,” she explains.

“Is the lavender in you I love–––I retort and I feel her hands squeeze mine. And I love the scent of your hair. It smells like the centre of the earth must smell.” She laughs.

“That is odd,” she observes.

“I’m not like anybody.”

“I know that,” she says turning towards me.

“How do you know it?” I ask boldly.

“Because nobody makes me feel the way you do.” She slowly caresses my face from my forehead to my chin. “And what else?” She says.

“I love your name…–––I mutter glancing directly into her eyes. It is like a fairy trapped into a thin, tiny sphere. The first time Maddy pronounced your name I could feel something right here, a stabbing pain just above my diaphragm. I didn’t understand it at the time, but it makes sense now. When I met you and said it myself out loud for the first time, all of it, Laila Coleman, it was almost like a spell. Two magic words and you got me. And you hadn’t even spoken to me yet and hardly laid eyes on me.” As I finish to speak I notice some sort of shadow in her eyes.

“Harry… We are rushing in,” she mumbles, placing two fingertips on my cheek. She’s the one who’s holding back.

“You already know what I think about that–––I say. Do you want sleep now?” She nods. I kiss her forehead and she nestles into my arms. I rest my mouth on her head, breathing that mystifying scent.

–.–.–

It is day already. I’ve been up for a while looking at the ceiling and hearing the soft sounds Laila makes while she sleeps. I want to touch her so badly and kiss her again. I can’t wait for her to wake up. So I turn towards her and rest my forehead on her nape. She slightly moves and gasps, and turns towards me still asleep, holding the pillow between her fingers. Her grimace while sleeping is so peaceful. I approach my head to hers and wait there. She moves again as I breath near her lips. Her eyelashes flicker for a moment. She opens her eyes slowly and smiles as she sees me.

I place my mouth over that smile grabbing her by her skinny jeans and pulling her hips towards mine. I move my lips so she could part hers and allow me to slip my tongue inside her mouth, which she does. We start to kiss passionately, eagerly. She reaches my neck and brings me near her as she moans quietly. We are impossibly close. Her body is like a heater that twitches as I caress her; her waist, her back, the soft skin of her neck. I hold her by the head brushing her scalp and my gesture seems to turn her on immensely. And her arousal turns me on as nothing she could do to me.

I slide my hand beneath her blouse and feel her skin, so smooth, so thin. The contact is so extremely emotional my mind seems to collapse. This is it. Total chemistry. Beyond senses. She has to feel it as well. I run my other hand and she starts to shiver. I pull her onto my chest and she moans. I suck her delicious tongue and feel her hands reaching for my hips. She places her leg between mine and slowly starts to move against me. I groan and put my hands in hers to catch her rhythm. Laila softly gasps against my mouth and I feel the pleasure and the heat expanding everywhere. The way she moves… I’m going mental.

“Take my trousers off,” she says, startling me.

“Are you sure?” I mumble glancing at her, without slowing down our pace. Her eyes are half shut and her lips, parted. I can see her tongue behind her teeth, that tongue I desperately want to continue to kiss. She slightly nods. “I thought you didn’t want to rush in…”

“I changed my mind–––she says firmly with a grin on her face. I think it was the pillow.” She giggles. She seems so sure about it.

“I’ll worship this pillow for eternity,” I retort and she laughs throwing her head down. I kiss and lap her neck as I move my hands to her waist. I unbutton her jeans as she looks at me again. I slip my fingers between her skin and the fabric and begin to ease it down. She’ll be so naked again and between my arms.

–.–.–

Laila’s POV

It becomes so real when I feel Harry’s hands slipping into my jeans. We went still but I start to move my hips again so he could ease them down. His hands go down, caressing me with such delicacy, and my mind go wild at his contact. I feel him pulling them off. This all has been so intense since we got into this bed. That first kiss. His words. This very moment.

“Laila. Laila.” The voice and the knocks on the door take us drastically from the cloud Harry and I’ve been sharing. “I’m sorry, darling–––I hear Georgiana say, but we have to leave, right now. Daddy woke up early. Mummy is trying to entertain him in the shower,” she explains.

“Did your sister just say your mother told her they’re having morning sex? Is this a regular thing?” Harry asks me in shock.

“Laila, are you awake, darling?” Georgiana tells rising her voice.

“I’m coming–––I say out loud. Yeah, we are quite unprejudiced people, you could say,” I try to explain to Harry as I jump from the bed fixing my trousers.

“Laila!” Georgiana insists.

“But I want you to stay…” Harry says straightening up in the bed. He looks so gorgeous with his messy hair. Last night I forgot how much I wanted to touch his hair. There’s so many things I want to do to him.

“Laila, please, darling, hurry up–––Georgiana keeps telling. Otherwise we are going to be in trouble.”

“Soon. I promise you,” I say to Harry jumping back into the bed to kiss him quickly, my shoes in my hand. He rests his hand on my cheek, deepening our kiss, not wanting to let me go. Oh, the way he sucks my tongue. “Soon,” I repeat as I jump off again, running to the door. Before I open it, I glance at him, who’s looking at me with a vacant expression.

Then I face Georgiana, who’s glaring at me. She has our coats in her arm. Niall is nowhere in sight. A bit further ahead Bernie and Zayn are kissing goodbye. He let her go with a smile and we rush down the stairs. We run a few steps and finally get into the car. We look at each other in silence and Bernie bursts into laughs. For a brief second we all do the same.

“Well, Laila, darling. Speak,” Georgiana says turning on my direction.

“What do you want me to say?” I ask her looking through the window. I know exactly what she wants to know.

“Everything!” She exclaims.

“Why don’t you start?” I retort.

“Because what I did last night is quite obvious,” she declares. Bernie giggles and Georgiana begins to laugh again. She seems a bit hysterical today. And I’m such in a bad mood. But, at least, there’s practically no traffic. Maybe we can make it on time.

“Well, Bernie, then,” I say, trying to avoid the conversation.

“I thought it was quite assumed, too,” she mutters without taking her attention away from the street.

“What? What do you mean? Did you and Zayn just…?” I ask her anxiously. Am I the only one…?

“But, of course, darling–––Georgiana interrupts me. Bernie learns fast. And that’s not something I can say about everyone…–––she mocks me. Because, I can tell… You are reticent to talk about it because Harry and you just kissed. Am I wrong?” She says amused. They giggle again.

“Fine, I admit it–––I give in. We just kissed. But he was removing my trousers when you knocked on the door…” I say quite annoyed.

“What are you saying, Laila, dear?–––she blurts. Where you about to have sex?” She didn’t expect that, and perhaps now she could understand my mood.

“Maybe not full sex but something in between. I don’t know…” I try to explain.

“Well, you should learn from us three, Laila…” She declares.

“You, ‘three?’” Now I really don’t get her.

“Bernie, I and your mother–––she laughs. Throwing her man into the shower just to cover up for her daughters. She’s ‘The Professor…’”

“We are open-minded but, how could you speak like that about your own parents?” I ask her disconcerted.

“Because I already ‘killed’ them, darling–––she explains in that self-sufficient tone. Psychologically speaking, of course.” I flick my hand at her. “Well, we’re about to arrive home. I’m calling Emilia.” She takes her mobile from her purse. “Hello, mum–––she says. Did you manage to get him into your bedroom already? He felt asleep… Fine. We are upstairs in five minutes. Yes, yes. Coats off, messy hair, directly to our bedrooms, half an hour and we come out in our dressing gowns. Fine. As you order–––she rolls her eyes. Yes, Mother, I’ll be doing half an hour extra every day for a week. And Laila would make dinner every night too,” she speaks looking at me, and then she smirks. “Oh, well, maybe she’ll be out sometime. In that case I’ll do it myself. Fine, fine, Professor. We are parking already.” She hangs up.

“You are so irreverent,” I say looking away.

“But I got you an entire night with Harry.”

Yes, and what a night it was.

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Notes

KISSSSS!

Oh, yes, they kissed! And what a kiss it was. I think it was sweet. Hope you liked it.
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