"That's better," I said quietly, whispering now in the close proximity. Leaning forward, I inched my face closer to his until our lips were less than an inch apart. My eyes darted between his eyes and his lips, his now focused on my mouth. After a moment's hesitation, he shifted forward and pressed his full lips against mine, holding himself there. I felt him shuffle around where he sat for a second before he slowly slid his free hand up the side of my neck, resting it along the crook behind my ear and in my hair.

Pulling back for a half a second, I made eye contact with him before closing the gap again, capturing his lower lip in mine, pulling on it slightly before releasing it and reconnecting our mouths. He groaned a bit, seeming to enjoy what I was doing. His fingers felt soft on the side of my face, gently holding it to his own. He kissed me slowly, carefully, as if afraid he would do something wrong and make me stop. Little did he know, there was close to nothing he could do to make me want to quit kissing him.

I had never been kissed like he kissed me, despite how little experience he had at it. Every kiss he gave me could be felt down to my bones, shaking me to my very core. As our lips continued to mold against each others, my free hand, which had simply been resting in my lap, traveled up his chest, feeling the surprisingly firm muscles there. After pausing for a few seconds, it moved up his neck, feeling the soft skin that covered the tendons and muscles and into his hair. His beautiful hair, which was much softer than I ever would have guessed, and was slightly ruffled from the day's wear and tear. Once I had a feel for it, there was no stopping me. I gripped the back of his head, hopelessly messing up the hair on the back.

The pace of our kiss, which had started out excruciatingly and deliciously slow, started to pick up speed, my short exploration of his body waking mine up. Our lips, which before had softly been massaging one another's, parted to allow my tongue to run across his lower lip. A soft groan rumbled up his throat as I pulled my other hand from his, placing it gently on my thigh, something he surely never would have done on his own. Now that both of my hands were free, I used them both to reach up and explore his neck, shoulders, and hair more thoroughly.

As I ran my hands down around his shoulders, I felt the muscles strain as his hand on my face slipped slightly down to around my neck. His hand on my thigh, however, lay exactly where I had put it, not moving at all, as if terrified of touching me. Hoping to encourage him, I slid my hands back up from around his shoulders, feeling his neck before settling to frame his face, fingers flexing in his hair as I continued to kiss him. My tongue slipped into his mouth again, but this time he met it with his own, earning a slight moan from me.

The heat building between us was undeniable. With little second thought, I pushed myself up slightly, still holding his face, his hands still on my neck and thigh. For a few seconds, raised up on my knees, I was a little taller than him. Our lips pulled apart as he looked up at me, nerves clear on his flushed face. From my kneeling position, I finally removed my hands from his face to push his left shoulder back to the couch so he was facing forward again.

He obeyed my actions, breath coming in extremely unsteady breaths, eyes never leaving my face. After he leaned back, I swung my right leg across his lap and sat back down, leaning on his thighs and straddling him, knees placed on either side of his hips.

"Is this okay?" I asked quietly, returning my hands to their place on his neck, looking him in the eye. He looked extremely nervous, swallowing quickly before nodding slowly at me, eyes searching my own. I smiled before biting my lip and leaning back in to kiss him once more. Our lips worked against each other's a while longer, his tongue burning against my own before I realized he had his hands, yet again, resting on his sides. I pulled back slightly before whispering, "Harry."

He opened his eyes, looking startled. "What, did I do something wrong?" He asked nervously.

"Yes, you're not touching me at all," I said, giggling slightly at his automatic assumption that he had done something I didn't like.

"Oh," was all he said. He looked puzzled, as if not really sure where to put his hands. I sighed quietly, once again struck by how adorably innocent he was before reaching to grab both of his hands and place them on my waist.

"Just do whatever feels good to you," I instructed before cheekily adding, "I promise I won't mind."

He just looked at me with wide eyes, like a baby deer just learning to walk before shakily saying, "O-okay."

"Okay," I happily agreed before pulling his lips back to mine, missing the contact. I still couldn't believe how amazing the feeling of kissing him was, so gentle and real, feeling it in every minute movement. After a few more minutes of molding my lips against his and our tongues caressing, I started to feel him again, just like when we had been in my kitchen. Surely me sitting on his lap was making this difficult for him, seeing how innocent he was.

I didn't want him to be embarrassed, because in all honesty there was absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about. Wanting to let him know I didn't care, I slowly leaned forward to press myself against him even more. He let out a soft groan at the contact, clearly understanding that I knew he was growing harder by the second. He pulled his lips back from mine and sucked in a gasp, skittishly looking at me, around the room, back at me, and for the briefest of seconds, down to where our laps met before squeezing his eyes shut completely.

"Harry," I almost scolded. "You have no idea how much seeing you like this turns me on."

This time he did let out a gasp, eyes popping open and focusing on mine, eyebrows pulled down, lips slightly parted. Clearly that was not what he had expected me to say. He opened his mouth to say something but decided against it and clamped it shut again, still surprisingly holding my eye contact. I searched his face for a few seconds before bending over and bringing my lips to his neck where I placed a small kiss. Sucking in a breath, he rolled his neck slightly to the side, allowing me more access.

Feeling encouraged, I lightly trailed kisses down his neck until I reached his shirt collar. Receiving no signal to stop from him, I pulled his collar down slightly to reveal his collarbones. I couldn't help but pause my kisses to examine it closer; never had I seen such a protruding and inviting clavicle, practically begging to be kissed. Restarting my path, I placed a few open mouthed kisses to his lower neck again, working my way down to his collarbone, where I sucked lightly on the skin, causing him to almost whimper and his hands tighten to their grip on my waist. Smirking slightly to myself, I traveled back up the path, trailing yet more kisses along with little darts of my tongue until I reached his ear. Lightly pulling it between my teeth, I tugged softly before running my tongue along the edge.

He shifted underneath me, subconsciously increasing the friction between our groins. I brought my face back around in front of his, seeing he had relaxed slightly at the attention I had given his neck. His lips were parted, a cool breeze drifting out whenever he would exhale, and he was firmer than ever beneath my thighs. Cautiously, slowly, I trailed my hands down from their place on his neck across his chest, coming to rest on his hipbones. He held my gaze as I let my right hand travel even further past his hips, lightly putting pressure on the bulge that had grown beneath me. The groan that came from his throat this time was the loudest I had heard yet, and his eyes left mine to send a panicked look between us. Palming him through the fabric, I watched his face for any signs to stop or keep going. While he clearly was enjoying what I was doing, there was another hint of emotion in his features. Fear. I slid my hand away from him and a relieved look came across his face.

"Harry, I don't want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable," I said, looking at him earnestly.

"Um," he said, blowing out a quick breath as if trying to compose himself. "Believe me, I-I want to... I just don't... I don't know how to... do anything..." he trailed off, face growing redder by the second, crinkling up his nose in embarrassment. My heart warmed at the sight of him struggling to unnecessarily explain himself.

"Oh, Harry, I know that. I don't expect you to be some crazy freak in the sheets," I said, giggling and trying to reassure him. His eyes widened, if possible, even more, as if scared that was exactly what I expected. I leaned forward to slowly kiss the corner of his mouth, right where it would tilt up whenever he half-smiled. That seemed to relax him a little bit. "I'm serious, I don't expect anything from you."

"O-okay," he stammered, clearly relieved now that he seemed to believe me.

"Okay," I repeated, beaming down at him, noticing I had expertly ruined his hair, which now stood away from his scalp in various directions. It looked extremely hot. "Now shall we watch this movie?" I asked, deciding that I had tortured him enough for one night.

He smiled shyly before saying, "Yes."

I pulled myself off of him, twisting around in his grasp to lean against the right side of his chest, bringing my legs up to rest on the footstool in front of us, knees bent and slightly resting against his own legs. I was surprised when he curled his arm around my back, bringing his hand to rest on my hip again where I could feel his thumb slowly stroking back and forth. It was gestures like these that puzzled me. Since he had no experience, where had he learned that?

Perhaps his sweet tendencies made it come naturally to him. My other hand reached across his stomach to grab his left, intertwining our fingers. Gently, I ran my thumb across the back of his, lightly scratching his skin with my nail. I sighed contentedly as we settled in to finally watch some of the film that had been all but ignored up until this point.

***

We must have both fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew, the DVD menu was back on the screen and the sound was playing on the annoying loop that inevitably happens when it's ignored. I felt a heavy breath leave my lungs as my face wrinkled up, trying to shake the confusion that always accompanied sleep. I rubbed my forehead with my fingers before sitting up slightly, holding myself up and leaning over Harry sleeping soundly above me.

He looked so innocent now, even more innocent that he usually did, what with his glasses missing from his face, his hair messed up and sticking up in random places. His long eyelashes cast a small shadow across his cheeks from the TV screen, and his lips were parted just enough to let out a soft stream of air as he exhaled slowly in his sleep. I glanced around, looking for a clock, finding one perched above the TV. It was nearly 1:30 am, which shocked me. How long had we been asleep? We hadn't ended up starting the movie until much later than we originally planned, but not that late. We must have been asleep for at least two hours. Wow.

Taking advantage of a sleeping Harry, I carefully raised my hands to run my fingers across his cheeks, noticing how soft his skin was. I ran my thumbs across the arches of his eyebrows, along the sides of his face, and finally, excruciatingly slowly, across his lips. It was so different to feel them with my fingers rather than my lips. The skin dragged lightly against my fingers, parting his lips even more as I continued to feel them.

"What are you doing?" he mumbled, startling me. His voice was so deep and raspy from sleep. I jerked my hands back from his face in time to see him open his eyes and smirk at me. I had been so engrossed in his features that I hadn't even noticed his breathing even out, indicating he was awake.

"Just exploring," I decided to answer honestly. "You're too beautiful not to."

He blushed slightly, eyes searching mine for traces of sarcasm. He found none. He looked as if he were about to ask me something before the clock behind me stole his attention. "Holy shit, is that right?"

"Yes," I said, disappointed he hadn't asked whatever he was going to, even though I had no idea what it was.

"Wow... I had no idea."

"Well you were asleep, so..." I trailed off lightly, smirking a bit.

"You were, too," he accused.

I just shrugged. "Mayyyybe."

"So you have no room to talk," he said, voice low and quiet.

I shifted my weight before responding, my forearm grazing lightly against his side, causing him to jerk violently away from me. My mouth fell open mischievously at his reaction, eyes glancing down at his side. He tried to disguise his movement, but it was too late- I had seen.

"Are you ticklish, Harry?" I asked innocently, returning my eyes to his own.

He pursed his lips at me, squinting his eyes slightly. "No?"

"Liar," I accused, devilish smile forming on my lips.

"No, Joey, don't," he pleaded as I lifted my hand again and lightly trailed it along his side, causing him to squirm uncontrollably beneath me.

"Don't what?" I asked, tone light. I lightly pinched his side, a half-laugh, half-shriek escaping from his lips. Giggling like a mad woman, I attacked his sides, tickling him unrelentingly. His laughter burst from his chest in fits, booming around me, the sound making me inexplicably happy. He clutched at my hands, desperately trying to stop me, and ending up pushing me completely off him. His laughter turned to a gasp as I was forced to let his sides go, and he clutched onto my wrists now to try and stop me from falling off the couch.

He was too late, however, because he had apparently pushed me harder than he intended, and my body rolled off of his and onto the ground below the couch, dragging his with me. I landed with a soft thud on the carpet, followed very quickly by a louder thud as Harry landed on top of me with an "oohf" sound. Luckily he had managed to free his hands just in time to catch himself, one on each side of my face, knees landing on either side of my hips. I couldn't stop laughing as I lay on the ground, back pressed against the carpet, legs bent slightly beneath Harry. When I opened my eyes to look up at him, he had a shocked look on his face, as if he was unsure of how we had ended up here, which only set me off more.

He held himself over me while I laughed uncontrollably, finally breaking through the bewildered expression to join in my laughter. After a solid minute of excessive cackling, I finally managed to calm myself down. Looking at his face, I saw that he had been watching me intently the entire time. His eyes, searching my face, looked like they were smiling down at me, and a hint of a content grin settled on his lips. I could feel my face relaxing from its hysterical laughing session, my eyes searching his as well, and tugging slightly on my bottom lip with my teeth. His chest rose and fell heavily as he hovered over me.

Reaching up slowly to grab the front of his t-shirt, I tugged lightly to pull his chest to mine. He lowered himself enough that I could press my lips to his in a soft, chaste kiss. It only lasted a few seconds, but the moment we had just shared made it feel like so much more. When he pulled back, the corners of his lips pulled up in his lopsided grin before pushing himself off the floor, extending a hand to help me up as well. I grasped it, pulling myself from the carpet and standing up in front of him.

"I should probably get home soon," I said, leaving being the last thing I wanted to do.

"Probably," he agreed, not making any movements toward the door.

"I'll see you soon," I promised, praying that would be the case.

He nodded at me, simply saying, "Okay," before gingerly reaching forward to grab my hand and lead me up the stairs towards the front door. I was surprised by the bold move; usually it was me making all the moves. He released my hand once we got to the landing so I could put my shoes back on.

"I really had fun tonight, Harry," I told him.

"I did, too," he said, blushing slightly but holding my eye contact. I smiled at him before reaching up to hug him goodbye. Wrapping my arms around his neck, he stooped down and roped his arms around my waist before standing up slightly, lifting me to my very tiptoes. I buried my face in his neck, not wanting to let go. When he set me down, it was far too soon. Letting my arms fall down his sides, I grabbed one of his hands quick and brought it to my lips, placing a tiny kiss on the inside of his wrist before smiling up at him.

"Bye, Harry," I said, releasing his arm and turning to leave.

"Goodnight, Joey," he returned, following me until I was out the door, where he gave a small wave of his fingers as I started to walk down his driveway. It wasn't until I was behind the oak tree that I heard him close the door. I had to stop myself from letting out a giddy squeal; tonight had been perfect, and I couldn't remember a time when an evening had come even close to as amazing as tonight had been.

I might as well have floated home for how aware I was during the walk; before I knew it, I was crawling into bed, just managing to tear my jeans off before curling up under the covers. Mind reeling blissfully, I snuggled into my pillow, smiled plastered across my face. Touching my fingertips to my lips one last time, wishing they were Harry's, I drifted off to sleep.