Author's Note: The whole chapter rolls better with this tune on repeat. Play it, and read on!

"Knox. Place."

"Maybe he doesn't want to sleep down there," Madelyn suggested helpfully.

"He's really supposed to sleep wherever we put the dog bed. This isn't a free-for-all, babe."

They had been at this longer than seemed reasonable. Knox's oversized cushion was placed at the foot of Madelyn's bed. Harry had become accustomed to sleeping on her right when he stayed over. This placed him between her and the door, suiting his protective nature. This arrangement was not, however, working for Knox. Each time Harry commanded the dog to go to his place, Knox would evade and sit between the bed and the door. Currently, he stood his ground, head tilted to the side, left ear flopping slightly, brow raised, seeming to indicate he could go on all night.

"I'm tired, Harry. It's been a long day and I just want to crawl into bed with you. Can you two please call a truce?" she sighed.

"Mads, we have to be firm. Knox needs to recognize us as the alphas of the pack. Otherwise, he won't respect our authority in the long run."

Madelyn huffed into her closet, changing into a short sleep shirt. She moved on to brush her teeth, brush her long, chestnut hair, use the toilet, and wash her hands and face. Throughout the process, she listened to Harry getting nowhere with Knox. She was tired of being tired since the wreck and concussion. It was making her feel edgy.

Enough was enough. Stomping out of the bathroom, she snatched a corner of the dog bed. Dragging it to the head of her own, across from the door, she dropped it.

"Knox! Place!" she pointed to his bed.

Obediently, the shepherd trotted over and flopped down. Laying his head on his paws, he looked back and forth between his new humans. He raised his eyebrows alternately as if to say, "Now, what was the problem?"

"Good boy. Harry?"

"What?"

"Go brush your teeth and come to bed."

As he lifted his hands to challenge Madelyn's accommodation for the dog, Harry saw the look in her eyes and reversed course, slapping them to his thighs as she aggressively whipped off her nightshirt. Never mind that disagreement. Compromises must sometimes be embraced. Especially when your girlfriend has brandished her naked tits and is wearing nothing but a pair of barely-there panties telling you to get in the bed.

Seconds before exiting the bathroom, a solid bass line thumped from the bedroom's hidden speakers. With fresh breath and not a stitch of clothing, Harry threw open the bathroom door. Minimizing the stereo app, he set his iPhone on the dresser.

I believe in miracles

Where you from

You sexy thing, sexy thing you

I believe in miracles

Since you came along

You sexy thing

Madelyn had been spinning her panties on her index finger while she relaxed, sitting against her pillows, blankets pooled at her waist. She zipped to attention.

"You're looking pretty sexy there, woman," he raised his voice over the disco era lyrics by Hot Chocolate. Harry wiggled his eyebrows as he swaggered closer and sang along.

Where did you come from, baby?

How did you know I needed you?

How did you know I needed you so badly?

How did you know I'd give my heart gladly?

Yesterday I was one of the lonely people

Now you're lying close to me, making love to me

"Ooo a show!" Pulling the bit of lace into a slingshot, she took aim. "You're kinda cute yourself," she giggled on the release and felt her frustrations fall away.

The fabric glanced off his growing erection, and hit the floor.

I believe in miracles

Where you from, you sexy thing? (Sexy thing, you)

I believe in miracles

Since you came along, you sexy thing

"Cute?" he asked incredulously. "Just cute? What about hot, salacious, erotic, fuckable?" Harry cocked his head and spun around, stopping short to gyrate his bare ass in her direction.

Rather than tell him how adorable he was, posing there with his hands on his hips, semi-aroused, she threw back the covers and flashed her best do-me expression.

"Definitely fuckable."

Harry pumped his fist, then executed a bump and thrust shuffle to his side of the bed.

"Close your eyes, young man," he winked at Knox, then pounced, half on top of Madelyn.

Where did you come from, angel?

How did you know I'd be the one?

Did you know you're everything I prayed for?

Did you know, every night and day for?

Every day, needing love and satisfaction

Now you're lying next to me, giving it to me

"Hello there, handsome," Madelyn smiled. "That was quite the performance!"

"Yeah, well, I took Modern Dance for Modern Youth at the rec center when I was eight," he skipped two fingers across her tummy.

"Wow! A year of fancy dance classes, I'm impressed."

"Eh, it was a six-week summer session. But clearly, I learned all the best moves."

Madelyn nearly choked on her laughter.

"Oh, definitely," she tried to control herself unsuccessfully.

Harry threw a leg over her hips, leveraging himself above Madelyn's naked form.

"Perhaps you'd like to see some of my more advanced, self-taught moves, Professor M."

"Absolutely, Mr. Styles. I love a student who takes his independent study seriously."

"It wasn't all independent. I did enlist help some of the time."

Madelyn's giggles subsided and a tiny crease marred her brow just long enough for Harry to clock the change. Sitting back on her thighs, he reached forward, tracing a finger from the hollow of her throat, down between her breasts to her navel.

"Did your eyes just get greener?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," she shrugged playfully and pursed her lips.

His finger dragged up to her nipple, causing a trail of goosebumps. The air thickened as he circled the dusky flesh of her areola. Her breathing stuttered on the inhale.

Oh! Kiss me, you sexy thing

Touch me baby, you sexy thing

I love the way you touch me, darling, you sexy thing

Oh! It's ecstasy, you sexy thing

"We both have a past. It's silly that I would feel envious, isn't it?"

"Your feelings aren't silly, baby. Sometimes there's a disconnect between our rational selves and our base selves."

Madelyn placed her hand over his thigh and skimmed it up, to rest on his hip.

"Thank you for being level-headed, and not teasing too much," she squeezed her hand for emphasis.

"It happens to me, too. But I have a secret trick that helps me deal with it. Wanna know what it is?" Harry's tongue flipped up so the point of it rested in the bow of his upper lip. The mood was instantly lighter.

"Of course, oh wise one," her smile flirtatious.

"I repeat this mantra... She's mine! Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine! And if I'm really struggling, I might beat my chest a few times."

Madelyn laughed hysterically as Harry thumped his fists against his chest, shaking out his long curls, and grunting like a gorilla. Sitting up, she threw her arms around his neck and stilled him with her fingers in his hair.

"Okay, okay, Tarzan!" her lips found his, brushing back and forth, the corners uplifted.

"Tarzan, huh?"

"Yeah, you look pretty wild with all that hair flying."

He wrapped his arms around her, hands spread flat over her back, stroking gently.

I believe in miracles

Where you from, you sexy thing? (Sexy thing, you)

I believe in miracles

Since you came along, you sexy thing

"I think you've tamed this jungle man. Maybe I'll celebrate with a haircut. I can tell my mother it was your idea and she'll love you forever."

"Harry, Tarzan or businessman, you'll always be the most beautiful man in the world to me, and the only person I need to love me forever is you."

Yesterday I was one of the lonely people

Now you're lying close to me, giving it to me

"Forever, Mads. I'll love you forever."

He still straddled her bare hips and for a long moment, she drank her visual fill. The jumble of tattoos over Harry's arms and torso each meant something to him, even the nonsensical ones. Therefore, they meant something to her. She traced the swallow closest to his heart, then circled his nipple, glancing the pad of her finger over the tip until the puffy surface tightened and puckered. His words rang in her ears. Forever seemed a reasonable amount of time to bathe in his love and worship his body.

"Where did your pretty head just go, Professor?"

"Hmm, I was thinking of the future. Of forever. With you."

A shiver raced up his spine, causing electricity to tingle through his body. Was it possible for his heart to expand enough to accommodate these feelings that grew more intense by the day?

"That's all I want."

"Me too. And this," she grinned, wrapping one hand around his hardening length, the other slipping under his balls. "I want this, too."

"Baby, it goes without saying that you will have my cock at your disposal for the rest of time."

Tilting his hips forward, he followed the stroking rhythm she set. Madelyn's breath became shallow; heavy enough to be audible when Harry leaned forward, cupping the undersides of her breasts.

"Perfect," his thumbs slid over the stiffening peaks.

A moan slipped past her lips when he pinched, rolled and released them. Then repeated the action.

"C'mere, up on my lap. Yeah, wrap your legs around my waist. Just like that."

Harry snugged her hips against his as they faced each other, skin to skin.

His erection was nestled between them. "That's about how deep inside you I'll be," he thrust up.

"Oh. God that's... erotic."

Pulling her stare upward, she met her lover's heated gaze. Harry's pupils were dilated; just a sliver of green remained between the center of his eyes and the black that ringed his irises. Madelyn could feel her wetness leaking onto him.

"I want you inside me like this."

"Fuck, yes."

Oh, touch me

Kiss me, darling

I love the way you hold me, baby

Oh, it's ecstasy

His mouth fell onto hers like a man whose last meal was a month past and she was the only thing that could sustain him. There was no request to gently slip his tongue between her lips. Madelyn opened to welcome him as her lifeblood, meeting him as her salvation. Fluid from the head of his penis dripped onto her abdomen, increasing the building fire between her thighs. She swirled her hips in anticipation as their tongues slicked over one another.

"Uhh," she groaned, her head falling to the side.

Without a pause, he kissed a line to the base of her throat and sucked, likely leaving evidence of his presence behind. Her nails sank into his shoulders where she held on, causing him to hiss at the decadent pain.

"Please. I need you."

"Are you sure you're ready? I haven't done much for you," his fingers moved to explore her tender flesh, inhaling sharply as they slid into her with a sucking sound. He fed the juices to her. She licked hungrily, holding his stare.

"You ruin me, Mads," he kissed her quickly. "Lift. Higher."

Harry grasped himself at the root, directing his tip to massage between her folds and over her swollen clitoris. She whimpered, her thighs shaking.

"Take it, baby, use it however you need to."

With Harry holding her hip to guide her, Madelyn descended over his erection, her muscles pulling him in until he was seated as deeply as possible.

"Oh, sweet... damn, Harry," her breath held for three long seconds, releasing on a gush, "You feel incredible!"

"Yeah?" he drew her chin up to rest his forehead on hers. "Move, love, do what you want."

Tentatively at first, her hips began to churn in a circular motion. Gaining momentum, every few rotations she would lift herself, then drop, the force causing his spongy head to stimulate her cervix. Dropping her face into the cradle of his shoulder, Madelyn began thrusting forward.

"Harry?"

"Yeah, baby?"

"So good," she panted, inhaling the carnal scent of him. "So, so good."

His arms encircled her, palms spread over her back to give support as he offered himself up to her.

"Need your mouth."

"Where? Where do you need my mouth? Here?" he kissed behind her earlobe. "Here?" he kissed her shoulder.

"Nipples," she practically grunted.

"Here."

Harry teased licks and kisses around the deep blush encircling the crown of her breast. He chuckled at the frustrated growl that came from the back of her throat. But it was Madelyn who had the last laugh as her movements morphed into a fierce rocking motion. Lifting forward, sinking deep, then rolling back, her clit dragged over Harry's pubic bone and the base of his cock rhythmically. His abdominal muscles clenched as he struggled to hold his release. Breaking down, he gave her what she craved. Fastening his mouth over one, then the other nipple, he alternately sucked the points to the back of his throat, slowly releasing and dragging the rigid tips between the roof of his mouth and tongue, capturing them with his teeth.

"That! Yes, that!" Madelyn wailed, grabbing fistsful of his hair, clutching him to her breast. She came in a full-body orgasm that coursed through her in undulating waves of unyielding pleasure.

After several moments, her internal muscles continued to quiver almost painfully around Harry's shaft. Unable to balance on the agonizing precipice of pleasure any longer, he usurped her abandoned control. They remained joined as she yielded to Harry's directed momentum. He lowered her back to the bed, vaguely aware through her brain fog, of the smooth, cool sheets contradicting the heat of her skin.

"Madelyn, wrap a leg around me."

She didn't speak but responded by drawing her left leg around his waist, heel resting in the dip above his ass. Lifting her other knee he spread her open, one arm beneath her, holding the position.

"Hmm, still feels amazing, Harry," she drawled.

He kissed her parted lips, "It's always amazing with you. I can't hold it anymore, Mads, I gotta come. You still with me?"

"Always."

Grasping her hand, he drew it to the top of the bed and let go. "Hold on to me."

Madelyn wrapped her fingers around the wrist of his hand which was now gripping the edge of the mattress. With the other, she clutched his bicep above her raised knee. Powerless to deny himself further, Harry abandoned all rational thought and control. He pounded into her welcoming body, consumed by physical sensation. The smell of their perspiration, the residual sweetness of something she bathed in, the tangy aroma of her dripping, wet pussy. And above all the feel of her tightening grip around his dick and the look that came over her face as she cried out her second climax. He slammed into her, hard and deep. And again; grunting his release like an animal, nostrils flaring as his breath heaved.

"Sweet Jesus!"

Oh! It's ecstasy

Kiss me, baby

I love the way you kiss me, darling

Oh, yeah

Love the way you hold me

Keep on lovin' me, darling

Keep on lovin' me, baby

Eventually, he softened and slipped from her, their mingled fluids dampening their thighs. Gathering her in his arms, Harry rolled so Madelyn lay bonelessly, half over his chest. The tenderness of his long fingers carding through her hair lulled her to the brink of sleep.

"I'll be right back," he whispered and kissed her temple. "Need to get something to clean us up."

"HmmMmm," she mumbled.

On his way back from the bathroom with a warm, wet cloth, Harry stopped dead in his tracks. He stared at the woman he loved, who placed her trust in him, sleeping peacefully on the bed. Then at Knox who appeared to be glaring at him accusingly. He realized that just one day after promising to wear a condom when she was ovulating, he had released his semen inside of her. The birth control, sitting in the nightstand right next to the bed, unused. He pulled in a deep breath, releasing it heavily.

Now what?

*****

Author's Note:

Sooo... Thoughts? Discussion?

For those of you deep down the Harry Styles rabbit hole, do you know the significance of the song, "You Sexy Thing," by Hot Chocolate? It's a personal favorite, so I was pretty excited when it came up in relation to Harry.

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Em