hi friends. i just wanted to let you know that i will be deleting my patreon at the end of the month for mental health reasons. i'm hoping it will make writing less of a chore. i have about 35 pieces on there and over the next few days (?) i will reposting some of them here. thank you if anyone on here was supporting me and i'm so sad to see you go. thank you. please support your fic writers. this isn't an easy thing to do. let me know if you have any questions. Sarah x
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For the first time, in a very very long time, Harry is thankful. Who should he be thanking for anyway? He doesn't know, so he thanks everyone he knows. He's thanking Lucifer, he's thanking the Universe, and every other force that had compelled him that night to talk to her at the bar when they'd met. His body is literally radiating with not anger or darkness, but light happiness and pleasant feelings. He's grateful for everyone who brought them together, and most of all, he's thankful for the salesperson who had helped Y/N pick out this particular piece of lingerie she stands in front of him in, shyly ruffling her hair as he gapes, unsure what to do with herself. He knows he's been staring for well over a minute now, but where have all the sensible thoughts in his head gone? Why is he just staring at her like an idiot, mouth slightly open like a fish?
"You like it," she says with a knowing smile. "I wanted to get something that really grabbed your attention, and it's just convenient that the color for Valentine's Day is red."
"I do like it," he finally gets out, licking his bottom lip. "I...I really really like it." He holds his hand out. "Come here, angel."
"Never thought I'd be dressing like this for you," she laughs, giving her hand to him, yelping when he pulls her in for a quick kiss. "Mm, but I'm enjoying it." He makes her sit in his lap, arms around his shoulders.
His hand slowly trails up her shoulder, holding back a groan at her untouched, beautiful skin. Goosebumps rise, but he's used to it, biting his smile down. He can't give into her so quickly, he's always done that. Ever since the first night.
"You like making me happy?"
She pushes his hair away from his eyes. "I love making you happy."
He glances up at her, wrapping his arms around her waist. She sinks into him immediately, and it reminds him how she'd been so reluctant to say longer the morning after their first time and now she just lays herself on him like she belongs there. He enjoys the warmth of her body crushed against his. Somehow her body is always hot compared to his more frigid skin, and once he'd drunkenly called her his furnace, thinking it sounded sweet. He says he doesn't remember that night, but there's no way he could forget.
"We're really celebrating Valentine's Day, hm?"
"Why not? Humans can have fun, and so can we."
"We can do it better than them."
Her eyes shine in the dim lit bedroom. "Yeah. We can."
With a gentle sweep, she's on her back, bouncing a bit from the effort it took him to change positions so quickly and she gasps, holding her arms out for him immediately. He stands instead, earning him a pout from the angel, and then begins to remove his clothing. The shirt goes first, then the jeans.
"My eyes are up here," he smirks, joining her on the bed.
"I'm aware." When his hands go to clasp his pearl necklace to remove it, her eyes widen and she places her hands on his. "No! Leave it on."
The smirk grows wider. "You like it?"
She nods. "A lot."
He lays her back down, hovering over her. "Then it stays on."
