When He Holds Your Hand

I woke early to find Harry curled up next to me with his hand resting on my stomach, and his expression was soft with a subtle smile on his lips. Quietly sliding from under his hand and making sure he was still sleeping, I contemplated waking him to see if he wanted tea but as we'd only been asleep for a few hours I left him to rest.
Grabbing one of the dressing gowns hanging from the back of the bedroom door I headed downstairs to make myself some tea. My legs were stiff and achey as I walked down the stairs but instead of thinking what I usually thought, which was 'I'm too bloody old for all this action', I smiled and ignored the pain.
I wasn't usually a tea drinker, a crime in the UK, but this morning it was needed and welcomed. Sat on the sofa with the tv on low, I stared deep into my cup and thought about the night before.
It had started off normal, giggles and frantic kisses while we pulled each other's clothes off. The moment we got to the bedroom, I dropped to my knees and took him into my mouth, tongue circling the head of his cock slowly making him moan and swear. My hands and mouth worked in tandem until Harry's hands tightened in my hair and he begged me not to stop, his cum hitting the back of my throat with surprising force, and I swallowed it hungrily. No sooner had the final drop been drained I was pulled to my feet and told to get on the bed.
Swaying my hips, I walked over to the bed slowly and climbed up on all fours, presenting my nakedness for him to devour. I watched him approach, grab my hips and flip me onto my back.
"I want to look at you", he growled, climbing between my thighs and positioning himself over me.
Harry watched me intently as his right hand crept down to settle on my pubic bone. He smiled a satisfied smile when a mewl escaped from my mouth at the moment his fingers parted my lips and brushed my clit.
"Harry," I breathed, hand reaching up to grip in his hair, "that's so go-OH!" As he buried his fingers into me, my back arched and Harry's mouth went to my left breast, tongue circling the nipple before he sucked at it loudly.
Knock! Knock!
The sound of someone at the door had me leaping off the sofa in a frantic panic: what if it was Will coming home early?! Or worse: what if it's was Will's mother coming to check up on me at his request? I heard the keys in the door and my heart leapt to my throat and my knees turned to jelly.
"Lil? La- oh, you're there!" Ginger curls, cups of hot chocolate and a bag of what my trained eye suspected to be caramel custard doughnuts.
"Rose! Oh thank god it's you!" I clutched my chest and felt my heart return to its normal location and my knees to their regular consistency.
"I said I'd pop by today, remember? And why didn't you answer the door?" She was confused and I was unsure whether to divulge that I was playing hostess to an over night guest so our doughnut and gossip morning would not be wise.
"I...Well, you didn't give me much time before you let yourself in." I could feel that I was acting shifty and suspicious.
"True." Rose smiled and walked away into the kitchen, thankfully not noticing the dinner for two set-up on the dining table as she passed it. "I got you a mocha instead of hot chocolate cause I know you like a change but I knew not to mess with your pastry."
"Very wise", I replied distractedly, unsure how to get rid of her without hurting her feelings or acting suspicious.
Still oblivious to my inner turmoil, Rose carried her coffee and Belgian bun into the living room, set it on the table and settled onto the sofa.
"So, how was the birthday? Did Will actually buy you anything this year?"
I sat at the opposite end of the sofa to Rose and with every fibre of my being I urged Harry not to come down, that he would hear us talking and know to stay upstairs until it was safe.
"No, of course he didn't! And being away isn't even an excuse, he wouldn't have got me anything anyway." I shrugged and pretended to sip at my mocha despite feeling like my throat was closing up.
"I'm so looking forward to tomorrow night, we're going to dance our little socks off!" Rose grinned and a crashing wave of guilt hit me. I should just tell her that Harry was in bed upstairs and that while Will had got me nothing, Harry had made me feel like a queen.
"Me too," I paused. "Listen..."
"Hold that thought, I need the bathroom." Rose was up and heading to the toilet next to the stairs before I could insist she listen to what I had to say.
Grabbing my phone I sent Harry a message to stay upstairs until the coast was clear, but I heard his phone beep from where his jacket hung in the hallway. And once again, my stomach dropped and I fought the urge to just yell the truth to Rose while she was safely locked away in the bathroom.
"Oh," I heard from the hallway, "I was going to ask if I-" silence.
I got up and saw through the wide archway of the living room that Harry was like a ninja and had come downstairs without a sound, coming chest to face with a rarely speechless Rose.
They both turned to look at me, Harry's face filled with alarm and Rose's filled with shock, confusion and a hint of star struck, but all I could think was 'thank God Harry has clothes on.'
"Uh...Rose, this is Harry, Harry this is Rose."

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