Winter Air [H.S.]

Thirty-Two

A/N: WARNING: This story is rated PG-13/border line R due to the cursing/crude remarks said by characters. When it comes to sexual scenes, I wont go into immense detail because I personaly do not feel comfortable. However, for the sake of creativity and written literature, I will try my best to make anything remotely sexual be tasteful and not be crude/smutty. Thank you for reading! {unedited, bare with me}

He sat there for god knows now long captivated by her thin pink lips. He watched as she breathed slowly completely entranced by a dream-filled sleep. Her hair was spread across his pillow; a dark contrast to the bleach white sheet.

He suddenly had an urge to run his fingers through her knotted locks. He couldn't help but feel pulled towards her. Being carful to not wake her, he wrapped his arm around her naked body and brought her closer to him.

Once his body met her own, a wave of relief washed over him. Harry then felt an indescribable sense of peace. His sleepless state shifted and his eyes began to droop. His rigid body relaxed and he drifted off in to a dreamless sleep.

That was the effect that she had on him. Even in her unconscious state, she had the ability to bring him warmth and safety. She had entranced him.

It had been a week and a half since the news from hell. It had been a week since Harry made the decision to not let Ava go. It had been five days since Harry decided to not go on tour.

She didn't know. He never told her. This didn't dismiss her curiosity- because ever since he made the choice to let go of his own passion, he had been more than attentive to Ava.

She wasn't complaining, however. The more he showed her his love and admiration, the more she was falling even more deeply in love with him. At first, it threw her off guard. His mood change had been a complete one-eighty. A once broken man who was completely against love had changed into a reincarnation of Mr. Darcy.

The following morning, Ava rolled over to an empty side. Her eyes fluttered open and was taken back by the beds vacancy. She slowly sat up and the dull pain from bellow caused her face to flush as she recalled last nights events.

He had given her all of his attention. The way that their bodies moved in synch and how he would moan her name out, she knew that she was cared for. It was passionate, rough, tender, and loving. All of his pent up emotion and frustration pentrated through him and his actions. She didn't mind. It had been one of those nights that brought her soreness, heat and butterflies. 

A breeze from an open window nipped at her bare skin. She wrapped a wool blanket around her and her body became relinquished by it's heat. The coldness of the cold wood floor shot a shiver up her spine as her feet made contact. She pushed the door of her bedroom and was hit by the aroma of fresh bacon and toast. 

Standing in the middle of her kitchen was Harry wearing nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs. She suddenly felt ridiculous standing naked with only a blanket to cover her. "Good morning baby," his morning voice caused goosebumps to blanket her arms. 

She looked up at his smiling face and walked over to him. She gave him a shy smile and whispered a good morning back. He bent down and kissed her flushed cheek. She couldn't help but watch his muscles contract as he reached up into her cupboards to retrieve two glasses. She had lost herself by looking at his back and down to his boxer clad bottoms. Heat automatically radiated throughout her body. 

She awkwardly shifted so that she didn't lose her grip on the blanket. 

"You know, I've already seen you naked. You don't have to worry if that blanket of yours accidentally slips." He wasn't facing her, but she knew that he had a cheeky smile plastered all over his face. She rolled her eyes at his remark and turned around. As she began to make her way back to her bedroom to put some clothes on, Harry quickly leaped in front of her. "Oh no you don't. I like this look." His mouth was dangerously close to her ear. "Seeing you naked in the kitchen would be sexy as hell," he growled seductively.