I'm reveling in Harry's touch. The touch I have longed for, for what feels like too long, now that I have it again. I love the way his tongue plays with mine, how he deepens the kiss and slightly moans when I run my hands through his hair. I have missed the sounds he makes, just as much as I missed his hands on me.

I push him slightly from the dresser he's had me pressed against, taking slow steps towards the bed as I hastily unbutton his shirt. Our lips haven't parted, not for one moment yet, and I can feel his need for me, as if parting our lips would somehow end this whole thing.

When I get to the last button, it's as if he had been waiting for me to get there, and his hands leave my body for that short moment to throw his shirt to the floor, while I pull mine up over my head. Our lips crash together again and his hands move to cup my breasts still in a bra.

His hands move slowly down my body, leaving goosebumps in their wake, to the button of my jeans and without hesitance, I undo his and unzip his pants before he even gets my button undone. His kiss slows before he parts his lips from mine and looks at me.

"Are you sure?" he asks slightly out of breath. "Because I don't think I'll be able to stop once I undo this button."

I can't help the smile that appears on my face with his words, knowing full well we both feel the same. Once this starts, there's no going back. "I want you."

Within seconds our pants are both on the floor and he is lifting me up, my legs wrapped around him tightly. I love kissing him this way, with my arms wrapped around his neck and him holding me up. There's something so sensual about it, the way he moves his lips from mine to my jaw and down my neck to my collar bone, making my head roll back and allow him free reign.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful," he whispers, as I bring myself back to face him. His words have always done things to me, the way he would talk to me, and this time is no different. I want to hear all he has to say. He turns himself around and lays me on the bed as he hovers over me, looking me in the eyes.

His hair falls in his face and with the way the twinkle lights light up his skin, he looks heavenly. There is still, to this day, is no one more appealing to me than him and I can't imagine there ever will be. I close my eyes, feeling his hands run up and down my body slowly, loving how it makes me feel hot, but can't ignore the goosebumps and how they rise instantly with his touch.

His lips meet my chest and he swirls his tongue around on my skin. "I think this should come off," he says cupping my breast in my bra once more. He doesn't need to tell me twice. Quickly I lace my hands behind my back and unhook it, throwing it off the bed. I like the way he looks at me, as if he's never seen me before. He's the only one who could look at me this way, and I instantly feel beautiful, so content in my own skin. That has always been one thing he's always made me feel.

His tongue swirls along one of my nipples while his fingers play with the other. The feeling makes my stomach flutter as I run my hands through his hair. I just want to feel him. As good as he is making me feel right now, I just want to feel all of him. "Harry," I moan, making him groan with me as he sucks on my nipple. "I want you to fuck me."

He lets out a small laugh and looks at me. "Eager much?"

But he doesn't let me reply and he doesn't say anything again. He slides my thong down my legs, followed by his boxers and lays himself down on me, kissing me feverishly as he does so.

"You're still on birth control, right?" he asks, making me smile, and I nod. "And I know you just said you wanted me to fuck you, but I need to make sure..."

"I'm sure, Harry!" I laugh, pulling him closer to me.

"Hey, don't laugh at me," he says, looking at me seriously.

"I'm not laughing at you," I assure him. "You're just so cute, I can't help it."

"Cute?" he asks. "You think I'm cute now. Just wait. That'll change when I'm fucking your brains out."

My eyes widen at his sudden change. His confidence is sexy and I'm glad it's back. He doesn't wait to slide his dick in me. My eyes roll back instantly at the feeling I've missed so much and as he speeds up rocking his hips into mine, mine rotate to meet with his, in an all too familiar way that takes my breath away.

I open my eyes to see that he's already looking down at me. A layer of sweat has appeared on his skin and the sight alone makes the pressure inside of me burn. He leans down to kiss me, the same quick speed as his hips, it feels so good. He feels so good.

Grabbing onto my hands, he pulls them up above my head, intertwining our fingers. This simple act has always been one of my favorites with him. The gesture sweet, making me feel more connected to him somehow. He doesn't know what he does to me. Except he does, when his name falls from my lips along with other sounds that only he could make come out of me.

He wasn't lying when he said he would fuck my brains out, because I feel lightheaded and unable to comprehend anything right about now. He just feels so good, thrusting in and out of me like he never has before. All I see, is him and twinkle lights. And that's enough for me, so easily I come undone as he hits the right spot over and over again. "That's right Jayde. Come for me," he says through heavy breaths. "You're so sexy," he groans. "Fuck. I'm gonna come too. Fuck."

I feel him twitch inside of me and his eyes screw shut as his movements get sloppy and finally he lays himself down on me with a long drawn out breath.

"Wow," I say.

"No shit," he agrees.

There's silence around the room, nothing but our heavy breathing and I listen carefully, liking the sound, not wanting to move, but to just relish in this feeling of him on me as we come down from our highs. Snuggled up against our sticky skin, I don't want this moment to end.

When our breathing slows, he rests his chin on my chest and looks up at me. "Ready to dart to the bathroom?" he laughs lightly.

"No," I smile. "You know I hate this part." 

He leans up to kiss me a long slow kiss and I wrap my arms tightly around him not wanting him to stop. My need for him is so much more than I ever knew before. It's hard to believe it took me this long to come back to him, no matter how much I know I needed that time.

"Ready?" he asks again.

"No," I laugh, pulling him in again.

"Yes." He pulls out and kneels up on the bed before me, watching me scramble to the bathroom quickly in a fit of giggles. Our laughs together is a much better sound than just our heavy breathing and I only hope it won't be the only time I hear it.

Harry is laying on the bed in his boxers when I come back from the bathroom. He's looking at something that looks like a CD case. I try to hurry to put my clothes back on so as to not be so naked.

"Going somewhere?" he asks, as I throw my shirt over my head. 

"No, just getting dressed," I tell him. "Unless you want me to...." I don't want to finish that sentence, because I'm not sure what I want his answer to be. I'm not sure how I'm feeling about all of this at the moment and the last thing I want, is for him to ask me to leave. I know how it used to be, back in the beginning. Is that what is happening here? I wish I had thought about this beforehand.

He stands from the bed and walks over to me, clearly sensing my thoughts are wandering, because he places his hands on my hips and ducks his head down a little to look at me square in the eyes. "I was actually hoping you'd stay," he says.

There are so many thoughts coursing through me. Of course I want to stay with him. Of course I don't ever want to leave his side again. Of course I want to prove to him that I still love him, quite possibly more than I did before all this mess happened. But I just got here. This is new territory for us, starting all over again. Do I really want to jeopardize how great things can be, by staying with him the first night?

I mean, we did just have sex. Who am I kidding?

But all that seems to come out of my mouth is, "I already paid a small fortune for my hotel room until Monday. It would be kind of a waste of money not to stay there."

A smile forms on his face and I watch it grow. "Hotel it is then," he says. "We can get room service and have breakfast in bed tomorrow. You can thank me later for the brilliant idea. Oh wait, you already did. But you can again, tomorrow. Or later," he winks.

A laugh comes out of me before I can think of what he just said. What a cheeky mother fucker he still is, apparently. He kisses me quickly on the cheek and starts looking around his room, gathering up his clothes strewn about the floor.

"Harry," I start. "Is it really a good idea that we stay together?" 

He looks at me as he sits on his bed, pulling a t-shirt over his head. His mop of curls is a mess and he'd look adorable if it wasn't for the sour expression on his face. "You're not seriously telling me that after all this time, you don't want me to stay with you? We've just been apart for months, Jayde. Don't tell me that we're going back in time and one of us is going to leave right after."

"I'm not saying that," I sigh. "I just don't want to rush into anything."

"We just had sex," he exclaims, standing from the bed. "Please explain to me how that's not rushing into things?"

I let out a breath, knowing I've already ruined this. I ruined it before anything even started. Leave it to me, to do this, again. "You don't understand what I mean..."

"Oh, I understand completely," he huffs in annoyance. "I've been waiting for you to come back to me. I've literally been on my last thread of hope that we could be together again, and let me tell you, just how fucking hard it's been to wait for you." He walks over to me, placing his hands on either side of my face, looking me in the eyes so seriously and his whole demeanor changes from annoyed to solemn. "I've had moments I could barely breathe because I missed you so damn much. I've had moments of throwing my phone across the room because I checked to see if you tried to get a hold of me and you didn't. I have been waiting and wanting this moment with you to come for so long, that it literally hurt to see you standing in front of me at the coffeehouse. I'm done waiting for you, Jayde." I can see that his eyes are starting to water. His pouring his feelings out to me is breaking him, even if it's just the slightest, and I feel for him. "So, please don't tell me you think us spending the night together is rushing things, because I've been waiting too damn long for you to come back to me just for you to want to leave right now. Please just give me this. We need this."

I feel like I've never searched someone's eyes as much as I am in this moment with him. I know that everything that just flew out of his mouth is true. I know that he's right. And as much as I'm afraid we'll rush into things and spend too much time together all at once, maybe it won't backfire in my face like I think it might. We have spent so much time apart, it's hard to say what spending too much time together might do to us.

"Okay."

A/N: It's been so long since I wrote any kind of smut. Sorry if it sucks...lol

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