red herring [h.s.]

60. (*)

Stella.

Harry fell asleep while still inside of me.

I didn't mind, feeling him softly snore into my neck as he held me in a bear hug, our legs tangled together. I continued gently stroking his hair, our heads outside of the tent as I stayed on my back to look at the phenomenon happening over my head.

The Northern Lights were fucking incredible. It was well past midnight now but I stayed transfixed on the green hue lighting up everything around us. My nose was cold, but I didn't care. I had the love of my life in my arms here, snuggled into me in this foreign country on a spontaneous trip. I never wanted to leave.

Sure, I missed New York, but there were no responsibilities here. We could sleep in, get high, drive wherever we wanted, make love whenever we wanted. We were just so free. New York meant expectations and real life, and I tried to ignore the anxious pit in my stomach when I thought about the possibility of my book deal.

Linda knew I'd be out all week and I hadn't checked my phone. We used Harry's to call some of our friends sometimes, like I had a chat with Erin on most days. Real life was just something I ignored for now, enjoying my time with Harry to the fullest. This week with him would be something I'd always appreciate, and he did it all for me. Never in my life would I have the money to afford something like this.

The van in itself was super expensive. Harry paid for the rent of it, also the rent of the camping grounds, the hotel in Vermont, the gas, all the stuff we bought for the camping, the food we bought. Just everything. Which was a good thing for me because I had hardly any savings at this point. I hadn't worked in months.

A soft pucker to the side of my neck snapped me out of my thoughts. I smiled to myself at the ticklish touch, feeling Harry's fingertips playing with my ribs underneath the jumper.

"Hi." I whispered. Harry hummed into my neck, nuzzling his nose underneath my ear before kissing my neck again, "Hey. Sorry I fell asleep."

"Don't worry about it." I softly spoke back against his forehead, continuing the soft strokes through his hair which I knew felt calming to him. Harry let out a sigh, "Fuck, I'm so comfortable, you're so warm." He bent one leg a little higher and I felt him shifting inside of me, causing me to inhale a shaky breath.

Harry breathily chuckled against me when he noticed, pressing a more wet, lingering kiss on my neck, "Hmm, baby..." He rasped sleepily, "you're going to get me hard again."

I smiled slightly and bent my legs a little more, bucking up my hips softly, "Yeah?"

Harry dug his fingers into my sides with a slight grunt, "Fuck, yes. How can you be this sexy..."

I felt him thickening inside of me gradually and Harry eventually rolled to his side, making me roll with him. He stayed inside of me and we stayed embraced, but were facing one another on our sides now. His lips found mine easily and our tongues played together. He tangled his fingers in my hair to pull me closer his other hand on my lower back and sliding down to my thigh.

My hand slipped under his shirt too, feeling the need to touch his bare skin. It was a little strange to still be clothed on top, but it was way too cold to be fully naked. Underneath the sleeping bag was nice and warm, but our top halves were exposed to the cold air.

We both blinked our eyes open, lit up by the Northern Lights as he started thrusting back and forth gently. Experiencing him growing hard inside of me, was something more intimate than I could've imagined. It felt delicate to have him this close, our bodies just bare without any shame. His release from earlier was still inside of me, contained by his dick staying put.

I was slick and warm when he pumped in and out in a slow pace. We were both sensitive from earlier and he bent my leg higher over his hip for a deeper angle. I dropped my jaw when he fucked me to perfection again. This man was an expert in drawing orgasms from my body. He once said he aimed to give me six orgasms in one evening and I thought he was absolutely insane for that, but I had to admit it had happened more than once in the time I had been sleeping with him.

It was almost a rarity to have just one orgasm during sex with him.

It was quick and easy, Harry and I having a simultaneous orgasm in the tent. Both clinging to one another, gasping each other's name and clawing at one another's backs to get even closer. Impossibly closer. Tears welled in my eyes from how sensitive I was, my leg trembling as I panted out clouds of hot breath into the freezing air.

Droopy eyelids for the both of us when we finished, but Harry insisted on cleaning me up. The Northern Lights were almost gone now, and Harry pushed the sleeping bag away. Goosebumps rose over my bare legs when he slipped out of me and I was exposed to the cold air. He reached for the tissues and carefully dragged them between my thighs, making sure I was clean and comfortable.

He pressed soft, loving kisses to my hips while pulling my underwear back up. I bit my lip to stifle my wide smile at his care. It was so blatantly obvious how much he loved me.

We both drank some more water before saying goodbye to the Northern Lights and fully climbing inside of the tent. The air mattress was less comfortable than our van, or any bed we had ever slept in before, but we were together and that was all that mattered.

I snuggled into Harry's back like I did most nights. Inhaling his scent, we were warm underneath the sleeping bag and fell asleep.

***

"Lion." Harry spoke, signalling right to go back to the far right lane of the highway.

I puckered my lips in thought, "Nightingale."

A soft fluttered breath, "Elephant."

"Tarantula."

"Is that allowed? A type of spider?" He checked, the windshield wipers blocking out some of his voice as they tried their best to keep the rain away. I chuckled, "Nightingale is a type of bird and you allowed that."

"Hmm, true. Alright, tarantula... uh, alligator."

"Rat."

"Nuh-uh," Harry grinned, "I said that one earlier."

"Shit, okay, uh... I get a second chance, right?" I checked quickly while racking my brain. We had been at this game for a while now and it wasn't allowed to say the same animal twice, "starting with an 'r'..." I mused out loud, "Oh, raccoon!"

He let out a laugh, dimple crevicing in his cheek, "You would've lost such a long time ago if I hadn't given you all those second chances."

"Pfft," I rolled my eyes, "Only because you grew angry when we played Zitch Dog."

"My eyes are on the road, Stella! I'm not looking at other cars." Harry exclaimed once more in his dramatics. I shot him a look and he smirked at me, "Fine, you won with Zitch dog, I won with this game."

"We're not finished yet, unless you can't find an animal that starts with an 'n'." I smiled and Harry stuck out his tongue, "Of course I can. Uh... n... narwhal."

"What's a narwhal again?"

"They're these like whales with one huge tusk."

"Oh, right!" I nodded, "Okay. Leopard."