Kiwi // H.S. // A.U.

Chapter Thirty

EMMA

"How much more do you have to do?" I ask Harry while I sit on his lap.

A few minutes ago I had knocked on his office door, peaking my head inside to see him with his head in his hands, chair backed away from his computer. I was about to rush in, thinking he was having another anxiety attack, but he raised his head to look at me. He looked decently calm, just tired.

My heart melted as a small smile crossed his face. Silently, he held out his hand for me just as I had done earlier. I walked over to him, taking his large hand in mine, and sat in his lap. My hand went up to cup his cheek, looking down into his eyes as he looked up at me with such fondness.

I was completely and utterly fucked.

He pulled me towards him, lips enveloping mine. I melted into his body, allowing our kiss to deepen, unspoken words flowing between us.

That's how we spent the first five minutes, now he had his head resting on my chest, arms hugging me to his body. When I broke through the silence with my question, he moved to look at me again, "Maybe an hour or so. Got more done than I thought I would."

I hum, "That'll be easy to finish tomorrow then."

"Yeah, tomorrow. You're staying tonight, right?" He asks.

"Of course. We've still got that pizza and bath you requested."

His smile is wide, and I notice just how at ease he looks. In fact, he seems relaxed all evening as the pizza arrives and he cuddles me into his side while we watch more of the documentary from earlier. I watch him carefully, and while I can still see that exhaustion, it looks like it has subsided quite a lot.

He is quiet, though. More quiet than usual, but I let it slide. He's been through a lot emotionally the past two days. I couldn't imagine what he must be feeling like.

I started filling up the bath, dropping in a bath bomb, and lighting a few candles. I turned the lighting down, so it wasn't too bright, easy to relax in. It definitely looked romantic, but I didn't care. I wanted to make the effort, and I also wanted to see how he would react to this type of thing.

I was rewarded with a smile and soft eyes when he entered the bathroom. He chuckled as he walked up to me, and kissed me.

"Thank you, angel. This looks perfect." He murmurs against my lips, his hands coming down to tug at my shirt, which, of course, was his shirt.

I raised my hands and let him slip it off of me. I wasn't wearing a bra, so my breasts were out in the open, but I was surprised when his eyes didn't so much as flicker down. Instead, they stayed on mine.

I felt breathless as I said, "Wanted you to be all relaxed..."

He tilts his head, "It's perfect." I bit my lip to hold back a smile, but I fail quickly when he continues, "Now are you going to return the favor?"

My brows scrunch up, but then he raises his arms. I breathe out a laugh, slipping his shirt off his body. We continue to undress each other, surprisingly innocent in our nature. His hands don't even stray when I'm standing completely naked in front of him. No, they don't grope my ass like usual, but instead takes my hairband off my wrist, and pulls my hair into a messy bun.

My smile is as wide as it can be watching him focused on the small task. When he's done, he steps back and looks at his work, eyes meeting mine when he's sufficiently pleased. He leans down to peck my lips, and then enters the bath. I watch him as he sinks down, his hand lifting, once again, to beckon me towards him.

I take it happily, stepping in carefully, and sinking into the warm water. This time we are surrounded by a pastel purple foam, the scent of gingerbread wafting around us. It's all very soothing, and I can feel how relaxed Harry is behind me. His head is lolled against mine, legs wide so I can fit in-between properly. And his hands...