Dedicated to badpuns for the lovely fan art! 

Warning: mature content ahead, read only if you are comfortable (but like, I've only ever written one smut scene before so don't expect bloody Shakespeare or anything, aha). Mature chapters will be marked like above with a *

HARRY LIFTED ME WITH EASE, his large hands smoothing over the curve of my backside to hoist me up into his arms. Instantly, I wrapped my legs around his waist and tightened my grip around his neck, kissing him feverishly while running my hands desperately through his hair. I wanted him, and judging by the hardening bulge in his trousers, it looked as if he wanted me just as badly.

My tongue entered his mouth like a striking viper - quick and sudden. Harry grumbled a little but didn't cease to tell me off; he simply copied my actions until our tongues met and fought between muffled moans and aroused compliments.

"You're amazing," I panted against his mouth.

"You're beautiful," he told me.

I didn't realise we'd left the living room until Harry had turned and started to march up the stairs with me still in his arms, the climbing motion causing me to rub up and down against his front. There were a few times where I was worried he would drop me, his wobbling making my stomach lurch every now and then until we finally reached the landing.

I was pressed up against the bathroom door, my pelvis projected forward against Harry's and I released a satisfied moan as his genitals rubbed up against my own through our clothing. Oh, I was desperate to have him and I'd make sure I did, at least twice.

"Oh, ouch," Harry mumbled suddenly as he gently let me slide down to stand on my feet.

"What?" I asked.

He shot me an apologetic glance before saying, "My arms were getting sore. Sorry."

"It's fine," I managed to say before we practically jumped at each other, our mouths connecting once again as we kissed passionately at the top of the staircase. My hands were running over his body; his face, his chest and even a sneaky little trace over his bulge every now and then. He just moaned when I touched him, which was enough proof that he was enjoying himself just as much as I was. Perhaps not quite as much as myself because this was the moment I'd been waiting for, and I had been waiting for many months.

"Harry," I panted between kisses, his hands pulling me close.

"Yes?" he managed.

"I want you to take me."

He looked me in the eye, intense and serious as he said, "Oh, I will. As soon as I get us to the bedroom in one piece, that is. I tend to have two left feet when it comes to dancing and walking."

"I seriously doubt that," I told him before I pressed my mouth to his again. 

The stumble to his room wasn't quite as dreadful as I'd expected it to be. However, just as we were about to step over the threshold to his room, he had misjudged his footing and ended up bumping my head off of the frame.

"It's fine," I told him as he gushed apologies at me.

"Honestly, I'm so sorry-"

"Shut up, Harry." I covered his mouth with my hand and allowed my adventurous self to pepper kisses down his throat. A groan fell from his parted lips as he kicked the door shut with his foot. Unfortunately, he fell off-balance and ended up tripping forward, towards the bed at a ridiculous and a partially scary speed. The next thing I knew, I'd been sent flying across the bed and off the opposite side as Harry fell on his stomach.

He was the first one to huff.

"I'm ruining this damn night," he muttered.

I was the first on my feet. My hair had been cast all over my face and my dress had ridden up - I was no less hórny though, and I couldn't care less about Harry's little accident. There was nothing he could do to make me like him less.

"Harry, are you alright?" I asked as I crawled over the bed and peeked down at him over the edge. He was lying face-down, his mess of hair spread out around his head like a halo. He looked like an angel, just a slightly dishevelled one at the moment. I gently shook his shoulder.

"I'm fine," he grumbled. "Just embarrassed. First, I hit your head against the bloody door then I practically throw you across the room. I doubt this night could get any worse."

"Harry, it's fine," I promised. "The only way this night will get worse is if you don't get up and screw me right now."

There was a silence.

And then he was up on his feet, lying atop me with a grin on his face.

"You're too wonderful," he chuckled before kissing me deeply. "I am truly sorry for my clumsiness though. Honestly, I'm not usually this bad - I'm actually quite the gladiator in the bedroom."

I was speechless. Oh, I bet you are, baby. And trust me when I say that I can't wait to see your weapon of destruction. 

"Then by all means, continue," I said to him as I wrapped my legs around his waist and rolled him over so I could straddle him. "I sure as Hell want to see this so called 'gladiator' effect you claim to have."

"Your wish is my command," he mused.

I wanted to chuckle as he mentioned wishing, but I thought against it. The last thing I wanted was to start over-thinking the events of the shooting star and the worry that came along with it, especially when the man I loved had just rolled me over and pressed his groin between my parted legs.

"Harry," I whined as I gripped the collar of his shirt and began to tug at it. He allowed me to tear it over his head, and I had to gulp to stop myself from drooling. He was magnificent, even more beautiful than I remembered. The night I had seen him strip down for me had been for observation purposes, but this was more passionate, more intimate and more wonderful in every single way.

"Jane, I can't wait to be inside you," Harry muttered against my mouth and I felt my heart skip a couple beats. Oh, when he spoke in that foul way it excited me even more, and so I allowed my hand to trail down his front to the bulge in his trousers.

Oh, God. I have been blessed.

Reluctantly, my hands dropped from Harry and to my own body. I soon began removing my own clothes and was shortly aided by Harry, whose large hands gently pushed mine aside to finish the job. As each article of clothing was strewn to the floor, my heart began pumping faster and faster. If it continued to quicken, I'd most likely end up in the hospital with some form of heart failure, all due to the fact that the man before me was causing every fibre of my body to burn like fire.

"You look beautiful," Harry whispered as he trailed his fingertips over the expanse of my stomach. A slight giggle fell from my lips at the ticklish sensation and Harry just grinned wickedly before gripping my hips tight and pulling me down the mattress until my pelvis touched against his. "I don't know if I'd prefer you partially dressed or completely nude-"

"Nude," I cut him off before I sat up, reached behind me and unclipped my bra. Harry looked genuinely surprised as I cast the clothing aside but soon, he was kissing me again, just as desperately as I'd kissed him before.

"You really are turned on right now, aren't you?" he chuckled against my throat, his lips grazing against my skin.

"Oh, you have no idea," I moaned as his fingers danced lower and lower until the slipped beneath my underwear. Almost instantly, his fingers found their way to my clít, and the small circular movements had me writhing beneath him and moaning his name uncontrollably. "Urgh, that feels so good."

"Good," Harry spoke huskily.

His finger moved over me with just the right amount of pressure and speed, my moans gradually getting louder as he worked against me. I had never felt more blissful, and the fact that Harry was the one pleasuring me was a bonus - I loved him, and I loved the way he seemed to know how to keep a woman happy.

"Jane, you're wet," Harry said. "In fact ... scarily wet."

"It's because I'm turned on, you idiot," I chuckled, partly breathless. "And I happen to have a gorgeous man touching me inappropriately."

"Inappropriately, huh? You want me to stop?" He began to pull away, an evil glint in his eye.

"No," I groaned, sitting up to pout at him. "Evil."

"I'm just warming up," he promised before he got to work unbuckling his belt. I reached out to help him, carefully pulling the bind away to pop the buttons on his trousers. They hit the floor seconds later and I was left anticipating the appearance of his manhood. 

We were really going to have séx, and it baffled me. Back when I had first met him, the idea of being intimate with Harry had been nothing but a dream, a wish. And now it was happening. I found myself smiling a little too widely as he slid his boxers off and pushed himself between my legs, his impressive member resting over the front of my underwear. 

"Have you got cóndoms?" I asked him.

He nodded quickly and reached over to the bedside table to tear a foil packet from the strip. "I have come very prepared for tonight. All the lumps and bumps on the way up were unintentional, of course."

"I don't care, I love that you're a little clumsy," I told him. "It makes you who you are."

"You do say some mushy crap, Jane," he laughed before sitting up to rolling the cóndom down his hard length. "I suppose I shouldn't complain - I do too."

"I suppose," I said as I gently took his hands and guided them to the hem of my knickers. He practically tore them down my legs before he situated himself between them, his mouth lowering to my breasts to suck and lick at my nípples. I found myself grasping his wild head of hair close to my chest, basking in the sensational feel of his lips exploring me.

I pressed the heels of my feet into his lower back, showing him I was ready, that I was having no second thoughts and that I wanted him inside me now. With a loud groan, his moved his hips forward, filling me exquisitely and forcing a strangled moan to escape my throat.

Oh, oh, oh - yes! Finally. 

"Harry, you feel amazing," I whispered as he pulled back and continued to thrust in and out of me. I wasn't lying - there was nothing quite as wonderful as being completely taken by the one you loved, and as he sunk into me over and over again, I held nothing back; I moaned, I groaned, I told him I loved him, I told him how amazing he was and felt. 

To say our first time was good was an understatement, it was so much more.

"Urgh, Jane," Harry grunted before pressing his mouth roughly against mine. "Your pússy feels great."

"I love when you say dirty things like that," I told him.

"Really?"

"Oh, yes."

"That's alright then, because I can get horribly dirty in bed," Harry told me with a lazy wink. His hips pressed harder against me with each pounding movement and the indescribable feeling of him made my legs shake and eyes squeeze shut. He felt incredible, and I longed for nothing more than to be with him for as long as humanly possible.

"Oh, God," I panted as he held me closer, his arms cocooning me in an gentle embrace. It was amazing being in his arms. It was amazing being in bed with him. I loved him too much, and I honestly wondered why I'd fallen for him so hard. He was just like everyone else, but with that little but more that makes you do a double-take. But whatever that little more was - I had no idea. All I knew was that he was my everything and I wanted to be his.

"You're an amazing woman," he told me as his lips dropped kiss after kiss upon my heated skin. My clammy hands mapped over the expanse of his back, and I could feel his taught muscles and trickles of perspiration on his skin. 

"You're an amazing man," I said back. "And I love how you fúck me."

"I love fúcking you," he chuckled before giving a particularly hard thrust, "a lot."

I was glad nothing was awkward between us, unless you counted the previous happenings which included falling and launching. But Harry was just as I'd imagined him to be; thorough, gentle, rough, passionate and always the proper gentleman. He asked if I were OK about three times before he finally started to climax.

"I'm close," he muttered against my throat as his hands palmed my breasts roughly. Oh, the feeling was wonderful.

I wrapped my legs around his torso and held him closer until our chests were pressed together tightly. He moved against me faster, his eyes closing momentarily as he worked towards his finish. It was  intriguing to see him in a vulnerable state like this. There were many kinds of vulnerable, and I'd witnessed him at the worst; heartbreak. That time he had spilled his heart to me in the coffee shop had been the first time I'd ever witnessed him so broken. Now he was sexually vulnerable, caught up in a moment of euphoric bliss. 

I watched him contently as he came, his breathing erratic and his muscles taught. He looked beautiful - when didn't he? - and I carefully reached up to trace the concentrated frown marks on his face. As Harry came down from his high, his eyes met mine and he kissed me hard before limply moving to lie beside me. I cuddled into his side, nuzzling my cheek into his side.

We were silent until I let out a heavy exhale.

"That was amazing," I said.

"It was," he agreed breathlessly. He cleared his throat. "I loved it."

I'd like it very much it if you loved me.

"I did too," I muttered. "Thank you."

"You're thanking me for having séx with you?" he chuckled, wrapping an arm around me and pulling me closer.

I shrugged and thought for a moment. Was I? Yes, I damn well was. I was thanking him for everything he'd ever done for me. "I guess so."

"You're too cute," he said before pressing his lips to my head in a soft kiss. "One second." He moved to sit on the edge of the bed, his hands working at removing the condóm from himself. He quickly skipped through to the bathroom to dispose of it, giving me plenty of time to cover myself up in the duvet. The sheets smelled of him and I basked in it.

"Can I ask you a question?" I said as he stepped back into the room. He looked dishevelled and gloriously naked. I would have taken a picture if I could have. He made his way over to the bed and settled down beside me once again, nodding for me to continue.

"Anything."

"Are we officially a couple?" I asked, sounding a little too hopeful. I wanted us to be an item, the it couple. I wanted to be with him more than I'd wanted anything in the world.

He seemed to observe me for an awfully long time, his green eyes scanning my face as a small grin slowly etched onto his lips. Finally he said, "Yes, we are."

I exhaled loudly - a little too loudly - and lay back against the pillows with the largest grin upon my lips. 

We were a couple.

I was with Harry.

And he was with me.

My wish had come true.

Everything was just how I wanted it to be.

Before I could stop myself, I breathed out a relieved, "Finally."

I just heard Harry chuckle before he kissed me one last time.