A fluffy, white towel was wrapped around my shoulders as Harry's hands smoothed down my sides, pressing the towel into my arms and drying my skin. He had a towel of his own wrapped around his waist, his torso still glittering with beads of water as they clung to his chest.

His hair was much darker than it was normally, the wetness weighing it down across his forehead and down the back of his neck. It had grown longer in the time we'd been together, making it much more resistant to his attempts at controlling it. Looking at him now, with his hair dripping wet and his chest damp from the water of the tub and the steam in the room, I could hardly believe how beautiful he was.

I wrapped my towel around my chest before stepping forward into his chest and letting him wind his arms around my back. My lips pressed to the soft skin of his chest, absorbing a few of the droplets that clung to him before tilting my head back to look up at him. He was watching me curiously, his lips sucked into his mouth unconsciously.

"I love you," I said quietly. My hands rested on his chest and my fingers splayed wide across his muscles, the heat from him searing into my skin.

"And I love you," he said, smiling softly at me. His eyes looked even brighter in contrast with his temporarily darker hair, glowing green in the steamy light of the bathroom. One of his hands trailed up to my face, his fingers lightly tracing the outline of the bruise over my eye. It was the darkest it had been so far, and was pretty sore but I managed not to wince at his contact.

"Does this hurt?" he asked gently, eyes examining the bruise and flicking back to my gaze.

"A bit," I admitted. "But not too bad."

He frowned as he studied my injury further.

"I'm so sorry, Joey." His face looked pained as he watched me, and it hurt my heart to see him so upset even though it was on my behalf.

"Harry, it wasn't your fault, I told you," I said, my palms pressing further into his chest.

"It kinda was," he argued, his frown deepening even more.

"I'm the one who keeps getting into fights," I joked. "I'd like to see what she looks like."

I put on a tough expression and flexed my muscles playfully. Or rather, lack of muscles.

"Yeah, if you'd stop doing that, I'd really appreciate it. It's not good for my health or my masculinity," he teased back, finally seeming to lighten up a bit. He really did not like the fact that I had gotten hurt- that was very, very clear to me.

"Thought you were the manliest of men?" I laughed, letting my hand fall to his side and pinching lightly. He squirmed away from me and his mouth fell open in a laugh.

"I am," he said, deepening his voice drastically. I shivered at the tone as it reverberated through my body.

"Yes, you are," I said, grinning at him.

He leaned forward to press a kiss to my forehead, his arms sliding up my back to pull me into him even more and squeezing for a second before releasing me. He bent to gather our pile of clothes off the floor and moved toward the door.

"When's your mom coming home?" I asked as he started to move out of the heated room. He opened the door and a rush of cool air wafted across my skin, raising goose bumps along my arms as I followed him down the hallway and into his room.

"Umm... not for a while I think," he said, unsure of his response but betting on her being out for a while. He pulled a pair of black boxers out of the drawer and slipped them on after dropping his towel briefly. I giggled at the sight of his tiny little bum as I sat on the edge of his bed, not wanting to put my clothes from last night back on.

"Harry-" I started only to be interrupted by a t-shirt hitting me in the face. I grinned as I tugged it on; it was a bit scary at times how Harry seemed to be able to read my mind, but I was grateful for it as I caught the athletic shorts he tossed to me next.

"Thank you, baby," I said happily, much more comfortable in his clothes than my tight jeans and top. I flopped back on his bed and stared at the ceiling before reaching my arms up into the air.

"Come here," I requested, wanting to prolong the college application a bit longer and just be with him. His long frame came into my line of vision as he came to stand by the edge of his bed and grin down at me. I was pleased to see he hadn't yet put a shirt on as I wiggled my fingers and flashed a cheesy smile until he rolled his eyes playfully and lowered his body onto mine. I hummed happily as he settled his weight over me, his hips pressing lightly between my legs as he rested there, holding himself by his elbows. His face hovered over mine as I smiled satisfactorily up at him.

A droplet of water fell from his hair and landed on my forehead, the drip now much colder than it had been a while ago. His tongue poked out of his mouth as he reached his hand up in concentration to wipe it off my skin. How he managed to look so adorably cute and devastatingly sexy all at the same time was a complete mystery to me, but he did.

I puckered my lips out at him, silently asking for a kiss which he granted as he ducked his head and connected our mouths. My arms slid around his neck and I sighed happily as he pulled away. I tightened my grip so he'd relax his body fully against mine, his head coming to rest on the pillow beneath my head as he buried his face in my neck.

The heaviness of his weight resting on my body was one of my favorite things ever. He was always reluctant to fully relax against me, fearing he would be too heavy for me to stand, but I loved it. I felt so warm and secure when he really rested on me, the weight of him both holding me down and letting me float away all at the same time.

There were times when he would forget about holding himself up and he'd just melt into me, every inch of his body pressing into mine, warming me and protecting me from any dangers of the outside world. There was no greater feeling than when he just collapsed into me and let his head duck into my neck.

His breathing was slow as he melted into me, the heat radiating off his skin blending into mine. Warm wisps of air tickled across my neck as he exhaled softly. His arms bent at his elbows, one snaking beneath my neck as the other rested lazily above our heads, no longer holding his weight up. My arms snaked around his sides as I let my nails scratch lightly down his back. He hummed quietly in appreciation, his body relaxing even further into me.

Velvety soft skin passed under the pads of my fingers as they trailed lightly down his back, each and every inch I passed smoother than the next. He seemed to be superheated after the bath, because warmth was leeching into my fingers from his body more than usual. I could feel the subtle ripples in the muscles of his back as he relaxed, their fibers smooth and calm in his fluid state.

It was moments like this that I loved to just take in every possible detail about him- the way he felt beneath the pads of my fingers, the way he smelled, and the way his body curved into mine so easily once he finally let himself relax and trust that he wouldn't hurt me.

My hand smoothed up his back and wove into the hair on the back of his head, the silky locks slightly cold from the water remaining there. I let my nails scratch at his scalp as he let out another quiet hum, this one more subdued that the first as he fell even deeper into his relaxed state. I turned my head to the side and pressed a kiss to his temple, the closest part to of him to my lips.

"I could stay like this forever," I sighed. I let my eyelids fall closed as I reveled in the comforting warmth and heaviness of him.

"Hmm, let's," he mumbled deeply. I could feel his fingers playing slowly with the ends of my hair, barely moving a muscle as he continued his minute movements. My body felt so contently warm laying there with him that I absolutely could have never moved again and been more than thrilled about it.

I noticed the way his breath was evening out, his respirations coming slower as the soft tickle of his exhale slowed against my neck. He was falling asleep and making no efforts to stop himself, worn out from the warm temperature of the bath and the activities that had taken place. Sleep drug him under mercilessly, aided, no doubt, by the gentle tickle of my fingers across his back and scalp.

I, too, was feeling the tempting pull of sleep as Harry drifted off above me, the rhythmically slow rate of his breathing steadying mine as well. My fingers never ceased their soft exploration of his skin as I let myself drift off as well, my Harry blanket keeping me plenty warm and safe.

When I woke up, I found myself lying on my side, my stomach pressed into Harry's side as his arm was slung over my neck. He was pretty much on his stomach, but tilted a bit toward, allowing my body to slip slightly beneath his. I couldn't quite comprehend how we had switched to this position considering how we had fallen asleep, but I decided not to question it.

Often when we would fall asleep together, we'd wake up in a completely different position; one thing always remained the same, however- we were constantly, hopelessly, tangled together in a mess of limbs and hands and feet but always completely comfortable. My hand snaked up his back, nothing his steady breathing was a bit faster than when he slept telling me he was awake. I let my fingers tickled down the back of his arm that was slung across me as I hummed happily.

"Hi," I said simply.

"Helloooo," he returned, looking at me as he rested his head on a pillow, face turned towards me. "Have a good nap?"

"Wonderful, you?"

"Perfect," he said, smiling in content. "I can never resist when you do that with your nails."

I grinned. I already knew this, of course. "You deserve to relax a bit once and a while."

"I thought you were the one who was meant to be relaxing?" he teased, squeezing his arm around me.

"You had already taken care of that," I said, winking. He pursed his lips together as he gave me a satisfied smile.

"I do what I can," he said modestly, shrugging. I kissed his shoulder lightly.

"Shall we go finish that stupid application?" I asked, nearly haven forgotten about it completely. He nodded and closed his eyes for a few seconds before releasing his arm from me and pushing himself up. I rolled off the bed and stood, stretching my arms above my head as I watched him grab a shirt from his dresser and put it on.

"Boooo," I called, heckling him as he tugged it to cover his long torso.

"Oh shut up, you," he joked, waving me off casually before grinning anyway. I stood up to follow him back downstairs where we found the papers waiting exactly where we had left them. I frowned when I saw where we had left off, disappointed some friendly ghost hadn't come along and filled out the rest for me.

We sat down at the table, resuming the positions we had occupied before we had gotten distracted. Or rather, I had gotten distracted. I picked up the pen and wrote down my job, filling out details about what I did and how they were applicable to college.

Twenty minutes later, I was surprised to find that I had finished the application with no more major hiccups. I watched Harry's face as he looked over it proudly, double-checking for any mistakes or places I could improve upon. He appeared to be satisfied, however, when he beamed at me and opened his mouth to speak.

"Looks great, love. You've got this in the bag," he said reassuringly as he stood and strolled to a cupboard in the kitchen, pulling out an envelope and a stamp.

He came back over to me and slid it in front of me, instructing me to write down the necessary information on the envelope as he pressed the stamp into the corner. After I finished writing, I ran my tongue across the adhesive and cringed, hating the taste it left in my mouth and sealing it shut.

I held it out to Harry, watching him expectantly. "Kiss it, please."

He cocked his head to the side in confusion. "Why?"

"For good luck, obviously," I said, nodding and urging him forward as I smiled at him.

He obliged, leaning forward and pressing his lips lightly to the white of the envelope and closing his eyes sarcastically before pulling back, making me giggle.

"Thank you," I laughed.

"I'd rather kiss you but you're welcome," he said lightly, green eyes crinkling in the corners as he smiled. "I'm proud of you."

"For what?" I asked, taken aback.

"For filling it out, applying for school, everything," he said lightly, shrugging as if it were obvious.

"How did I get so lucky with you? It's like you're programmed with the perfect things to say all the time," I replied, half joking yet half serious. He really did always seem to know exactly what to say to make me feel better. Better than I deserved, usually.

"I dunno, because I am pretty great, huh?" he joked, smirking cockily and pretending to dust dirt off his shoulders. I burst out laughing.

"Okay, I take that back, you're a huge dork," I laughed.

"Isn't that how I got you in the first place? Should you really be complaining?" he countered, raising an eyebrow at me playfully.

"Not complaining, just saying," I agreed, leaning across the table to peck his lips lightly. "You know I love my dork."

He grinned widely at me, his lips spreading wide to reveal most of his white teeth. "And I love mine."

"Hey!" I protested, pretending to resent being called a dork. His lips formed into an exaggerated 'O' as his eyebrows shot up, eyes widening. I poked him in the ribs and he laughed good-naturedly. He grabbed my hand from his side and brought it to his lips, kissing my palm before lowering it again.

"But I do love youuu" he sang lightly. I giggled again, his playful mood contagious.

"And I love you," I returned, meaning it with every fiber of my being.