Body Paint (Harry Styles AU)

Chapter Twenty Seven.

A night was spent watching old time Christmas movies on the living room floor, just before more snow began to drift down from the clouds. White out conditions, nothing could be seen more than a few feet outside the windows, and for the first time, New York was actually quiet. With an abundance of blankets, Christmas lights, and a purring kitten beside Harry's head, rest had never been so peaceful. Morning time was blindingly bright when his eyes first popped open, sun reflecting off the new fallen snow outside causing him to squint in the light. Instantly he curled further into the blankets to mask his skin from the cold, closer to Aubry's body heat.

She was dead asleep, messy hair tickling his nose, hot breath fanning across the pillowcase, and held in his arms in a way that did nothing other than keep the daily case of morning wood nestled against her bottom. His method of waking her was different than his usual shoulder kisses and gentle bribes for school. With inches of snow perched on the windowsill and the wind whipping outside on the first day of winter break, toasty warm fingers fiddled with the elastic waistband of pink plaid pajama pants. Just one kiss was given behind the shell of her ear, fingertips reaching to touch her sensitive parts. He toyed with her a bit, hoping for a reaction. Delicately rubbing, fingertips swirling, and it took hardly a few seconds before a heavy breath pushed from her nose and she shifted.

Swallowing thickly, her head lifted from the pillow, only to be plopped back down again with a sleepy sigh. Harry's lips curled into a grin, watching when she first opened her eyes and glanced over her shoulder, drowsily looking his way, but her eyes fell closed once again with her cheek in her pillowcase.

"Good morning," he offered. Her only reply was a tired whimper, hand sliding down his forearm and cupping over the back of his through the fabric of her pants. "Happy birthday."

Aubry's words were meshed together and lazy, "Happy birthday."

"It's not my birthday," he chuckled, her knees opening just slightly to give him more access between her thighs.

"Know what I mean," she mumbled, her voice wavering in the early morning hours. Tongue darting out to moisten her lips, Aubry's hips tilted forward into his touch. Her eyelids fluttered closed once again when her nose nuzzled into the pillowcase, focusing her sleepy brain on the sensations she was feeling beneath the blanket. Gentle, pleasing touches used to relax her body, muscles limp, and Harry's lips on her skin.

His kisses were soft, nothing more than delicate brushes of skin on skin, and his voice was equally as soft when he muttered, "Sleep well?" Her nod was slow, arm lifting to lay her hand along the side of his neck just to hold him as close as she could. Warm fingers falling lax, her body seemed to melt into the pile of bedding they'd fallen asleep upon. "Look at the snow."

Heavy eyelids were forced open to the bright light, squinting over at the whitened windowpanes five feet to the right. The world was white washed, the glass was frosted, and just the view alone made the blankets feel even more cozy.

Her head turned, nose bumping into Harry's over her shoulder. She offered a single, chaste peck to the cheek, foresty green eyes locking onto his jade colored ones. His irises were bright in the light, hers held onto the comforts of sleep. The tips of two noses brushed together, Aubry's brows being drawn together when her hips seemed to shutter from the rubbing of his fingertips. The tiniest whine came from the back of her throat when Harry pushed forward to press his lips to hers, movements slow, time taken, drowsiness laced in her actions when she reciprocated the kiss back to him. Lips locking, melded together perfectly, just before the suction audibly broke to ricochet off the brick living room walls.

The drag of his fingertips was slow and attentive when he rubbed delicate circles over and over, in a way that left her thighs feeling warm, but utterly relaxed. Matched with his kisses; cared for. He was rewarded with the softest breathy moan passing her lips when his fingertips found the slickness at her opening, and gently probed two fingers inside. Curling fingers, pushing, massaging, until he began prodding the digits in and out in a way that caused her hips to shift and lips to press together in a groan.