When He Holds Your Hand

Bathed and wrapped in white fluffy dressing gowns we lay on the bed and, for the first time, did nothing but watch a movie. I curled up against Harry's side, placed my head on his shoulder and my hand on his chest.
"Let me know if you get hungry, I'll order food." His voice was a mumble as he started to fall asleep. Coming straight from the airport our momentary lack of action meant his jet lag was catching up.
Within ten minutes of the movie starting I could hear Harry's gentle snores, his chest softly falling and raising under my palm. I felt happy and satisfied, looking towards the TV screen, and seeing our feet next to each other brought a strange warmth to my stomach that I didn't expect. It was a weird thought that our feet looked adorable together.
My own lids grew heavy and I too started to drift off, aware that once Harry had slept a little he would be ready for round three. I was asleep for less than ten seconds when my phone started to ring, startling both Harry and I awake.
"Shit! I'm sorry!" I whispered, rolling across the bed and grabbing the phone from the bedside table. It was Rose, and normally I would have ignored her but I knew she would be annoyed if I did that today. Harry nodded sleepily and lay his head back down on the pillow.
"Hello!" I continued to whisper, getting up and tip toeing into the living room.
"Hey! Where are you, why are you whispering?" She interrogated, then quickly added, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"
I turned to make sure that Harry hadn't got up and followed me.
"I was asleep", I replied, not quite lying. "Thank you."
My 30th birthday. I was no longer in my twenties, I was practically a pensioner instead. I hadn't told Harry it was my birthday and I was happy to keep it quiet: he didn't like talking about Will and I liked talking about my age compared to his even less.
"Asleep? I know you're old but you're not going to sleep before dark old!" Rose laughed."I'm so sad we're not doing anything today."
"I know, but we have Saturday to look forward to." It was strange not to be spending the day with her. I had even nearly told Harry that I couldn't meet him when he had sent me the dates he was free. I could't even remember the last birthday I'd spent with Will. "Just promise me you won't make me wear a birthday sash like last year? I can handle a balloon but no sash."
"Ok, I promise." She sounded disappointed but knew I was serious, especially after I'd been so intoxicated last year that I'd gotten tangled in the sash whilst trying to take it off and had started to cry.
I turned my head to check that Harry was still asleep but found him leaning against the door frame, arms folded against his chest and a look of confusion on his face.
"Uh... I've got to go, I'll see you on Saturday." I knew he'd heard me, it was obvious, and he was wondering why I hadn't told him.
"Your birthday?" he asked, brow furrowed, I nodded with no option but to tell the truth. "When is it?"
"It's today." Looking down at the my bare feet on the thick white carpet, I muttered my reply.
"Ok." Harry disappeared into the bedroom but I felt too guilty to follow him. He'd looked hurt and a bit upset, and now he knew I had no logical reason why I'd kept it a secret.
In the bedroom Harry was perched on the end of the bed talking on the phone, and I wondered if he was calling himself a car so he could leave. He turned to look at me as I skulked into the room, and to my huge relief, smiled.
"I've got to go but ring me before they arrive, sorry it's short notice." The fear he was leaving bubbled up once more, had I ruined things again? We were getting back on track and I was about the spoil it all.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you", I muttered as my face began to burn with shame. "I don't know why I didn't."
"Do you think I'm upset?" Harry questioned. Standing up and rushing toward me, he placed his hands on my shoulders and looked deep into my eyes. I nodded and was dragged to his chest. "I wish you had told me but I'm not upset! I'm just so happy that I am spending your birthday with you, well, what's left of it anyway." Placing kisses on my forehead, down to the tip of my nose and resting at my lips, he held me tight against him.
"The night is still young," I murmured against his kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck to get closer still. Harry hummed in agreement as he led me to the bed, his mouth parting to slide his tongue against my bottom lip.
"I have the perfect present," he muttered, tugging at the tie of my robe until it came undone, "an orgasm for every year."
I looked up at him, hoping he was joking, but his devilish grin and dark eyes told me that he was 100 percent serious.
In the blink of an eye I was on my back with Harry over me, his robe was gone and his skin felt hot against mine.
"I can't get enough of you," he breathed heavily into my neck, fingers intertwining with mine as he drew his hard cock back and forth along my slit.
His name left my mouth in a moan. It was true for me, I couldn't get enough of him and the things he did to me. My body trembled and arched as I came, then quickly came again much to Harry's joy.
"I want you inside me." My voice was wild and throaty as I reached between us to guide him into me, but just as the tip of him teased the entrance, his phone began to rang and he was gone.
Dramatically throwing my arm above my head, I watched Harry get dressed.
"I'm sorry." He looked pained as he slid his briefs on. "We will pick up where we left off, I promise."
I couldn't speak. I could barely move.
Whatever it was he was doing had better be important.

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