ardour:(noun)

great enthusiasm or passion. "the rebuff did little to dampen his ardour." -synonyms: passion, avidity, fervour, zeal, wholeheartedness, eagerness, vehemence, intensity, fierceness, zest, gusto, energy, animation, fire, fieriness, emotion, emotionalism, feeling, hot-bloodedness; earnestness, sincerity; enthusiasm, keenness, dedication, devotion, assiduity, readiness; archaic empressement. "she was unaccustomed to being kissed with such ardour."

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"So madly desperate deeply, I will live for you completely. Can I have this moment forever?"

Song: What I Believe

Artist: Skillet

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...Small smut warning...

Joe

I'm dreaming, right?

Okay, maybe it's not a dream. 

Harry props himself up on his elbow, eyes staring into mine. 

We both have fallen into silence and it's killing me. Maybe Harry didn't mean it or thinks I didn't mean it because I fucking did. I love him with everything I have.

Unable to stand the silence any longer, I push myself off the sofa but I feel Harry grip my wrist pulling me down onto his lap.

"I love you, Joe," He repeats his earlier words. I straddle his lap, my hands on his shoulders. "I love you," Harry whispers and reaches up to touch my cheek.

I lean into his hand. Closing my eyes briefly before reopening them, "And I love you, Harry,"

A smile spreads out across his face, dimples showing and his eyes shining. "Say it again,"

"I love you," I can't help the giggle from bursting out of my mouth. "Harry Styles, I love you so fucking much," His hands move to my hips while mine remains on his shoulders. 

Although we're both still completely naked, I lean in and press my lips to his. The second my lips come into contact with his plump ones, Harry's grip on my hips tighten and he groans into my mouth. 

He pulls away from me all too soon, leaning his forehead against mine he says, "Joe, you don't know what you're doing to me."

"Actually, I do." A smirk creeps on my face, I roll my hips against his hardening length. It presses against my thigh, as I rock against it. "I can feel what-"

"Fuck, Joe, stop or I'm going to have to fuck you aga-" He pauses for a split second. "-Hmm, I like the sound of making love with you better,"

I chuckle, "I have to agree with you there Mr Styles."

"Back to last name basis are we? And here I thought you love me." He cheekily says, moving beneath me, causing his length to brush across my wet entrance. "Oh, I'm so terribly sorry did I do that?"

Fucking bastard.

Heat rushes to my cheeks, I jump off his lap stating, "I think I'm going to take a-" 

"Where do you think you're going?" He grips both my wrists, now standing behind me. My back is pressed against his bare chest. Harry moves my hair to the side exposing my neck to his lips, which instantly attack it. "I'm not finished with you."

Fuck me sideways, this is so hot!

Maybe it's just me but the temperature does seem to have sky-rocketed.

I'm pulled against his chest then walked forward until my front comes into contact with his large windows. "H-Harry, we're not gonna--have sex, like this? Are we? B-because everyone can see me..." 

"Baby, I wouldn't let anyone witness this." The lights dim, engulfing us in darkness apart from the city lights outside. Harry grips my hips, pointing my butt out until it's against his groin. "Let me show you just how much I love you,"

My hands are pressed flat against the glass, and so is my forehead. I close my eyes feeling him shift behind me, his tip brushes over my heat sending a wave of want through me. "Harry, please don't tease me," I beg, just wanting to feel him already.

"Patience babe," He huskily says, nibbling at the back of my neck while his hands snake around my front. "Are you ready for me baby girl?" Again his tip slides across me, almost dipping in but doesn't.

"I was born ready."

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"Harry, oh my god, I'm-"

"Come with me Joe," Harry says between our lustful kisses. "Come with me," He repeats as my walls tighten around him. 

My eyes lock with his, my back is pressed against the glass with my legs wrapped around his waist. I part my lips and gasp, feeling his length so deep within me, and it's too much for my body. So I release with a loud moan of his name, Harry follows straight after I do, and I feel the warmth of his climax coating my walls. 

"Fuck, that was-"

"I know," Harry chuckles, leaning his forehead against me. "It was amazing, you're amazing Joe." 

We stay like this for some time, until Harry pulls out and sets me on my feet. Both of us breathing heavily and our bodies covered in a thin layer of sweat.

His eyes scan my bare body before him, Harry's fingers brush over the tattoo's on my stomach. "They suit you," He says as his fingers touch the large butterfly tattoo. "This is my favourite,"

I smile and take his opportunity to look at his own tattoos. "I love the two little birds," I tell him. "Actually, I love all of them, including the person they're on."

Fuck that sounded cheesy. 

"And he loves you," Harry's eyes shift from my stomach and to my face. "I've been wanting to tell you for awhile now," he licks his bottom lip. "Just never really thought of the right time."

"Same," Looking into his eyes I notice something I haven't noticed before, the way he looks at me, it isn't lust or because I have a nice body. He truly does love me. 

What the fuck is happening to me, I'm sounding so bloody cheesy it's creeping me out. 

Our little moment is ruined by a voice calling through a speaker on the wall.

"Joe, darling! How's the baby making coming?" Great, it's my mother.

A second voice says, "You do know, everyone possibly heard you just now." 

Luke.

I'm going to kill him.

"I hope you didn't use protect-"

"Shut up mum!" Luke roars at my mother. "You were never this pushy when I was dating."

"That's because you're a penguin."

"What the actual f-"

"language! Oh, Harry dear, are you going to let us in?"

"I'm pretty sure they're still fu-"

"LANGUAGE!"

"Hang on mum!" I call out, feeling Harry chuckle. "Don't you dare-"

"You know, for a religious person, your mother is very--well, as your brother put it, pushy when it comes to grandchildren." He smirks, leaving a kiss on my forehead. "Come on, let's get dressed before the hotel complains about your family."

I turn around and glance at the window Harry and I had sex against. My eyes widening at the substance we had left on it, so I grabbed Harry's wrist.

"Um, before we let them in, I think we should probably clean that off."

Harry's eyes look where I'm looking, amusement floods his facial features. He turns to me with a massive smirk on his face before he says.

"Nah, leave it."

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a/n

Sorry I skipped some of the smut....

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