Warm rays of sunlight stream through the open window and cast a golden hue around the room. Annabel's still asleep, the right side of her face pressed against the pillow and her hair a mess on the pillow and over her eyes. She's got the entire blanket wrapped around her with her feet and a part of her leg sticking out of the end.

Harry smiles to himself as he picks out a few more sweaters for her and places them next to the open suitcase at the edge of the bed. He likes being awake before her because he gets a chance to admire her in her most vulnerable state, and he doesn't have to worry about his feelings for a while because she can't catch him looking.

It shouldn't matter if she catches him looking because they both know. For fucks sake, she even said it when he asked her to a week ago. But there's something about acknowledging his feelings that really bothers him and he'd like to avoid stating the obvious for as long as he can. He thinks that maybe it will make it less real—less painful—if he just keeps it to himself.

The clock reads eight thirty and his smile falters slightly as he realizes that he has to wake her up so she has enough time to get ready.

Annabel stirs in her sleep, a gentle sigh escaping her lips as she cuddles into the blanket. An idea hits him and he climbs onto the bed until he's face to face with her. She doesn't even notice that he's there until he's peppering soft kisses over every part of her face and all of the skin that's not covered by the blanket.

He only gets three kisses in before she's awake, although she's trying her best to keep her eyes closed. Harry rolls his eyes and presses his lips against hers, pecking her lips repeatedly until she's smiling.

She removes her hands from beneath the blanket and softly pushes him away with her eyes still closed. "Stop it. 'm tired."

Harry laughs softly and kisses her eyelids because he read somewhere that these kisses show deep affection and are great for waking a loved one. Annabel's nose scrunches and she finally opens her eyes because she knows that he isn't going to leave her alone until she gets up. And she really liked how he chose to wake her up.

Annabel smiles at him with tired eyes, "Why do you hate me?"

He returns her smile and presses his lips to hers for a lingering kiss, "You know that I don't."

Without another word, he gets out of bed and resumes packing the suitcase with things that he hadn't really gotten to yet, like that nice lingerie she bought a few days ago but refused to let him see her in until she felt like the time was right.

Annabel's still waking up and she doesn't really think about what he's doing until after she's sat up, run a hand through her hair, and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Curiosity pulls her lips up in a smile as he tucks her favorite book into the nearly brimming suitcase.

"What's that for?"

Harry smirks as he zips the suitcase, "It's a surprise. But you have to be ready in fifteen minutes or there won't be much of a surprise."

Her eyes light up instantly and he wishes that he'd had any of his cameras out because he loves it when she's excited like this.

"You're taking me on an adventure?"

Harry nods, his smile growing by the second. "Yes, now get dressed before I can't take you on an adventure."

She practically rushes out of bed and nearly trips because the blanket ends up catching her foot. They each laugh at her enthusiasm as she heads into the bathroom. He hasn't hinted at where they're going and she doesn't know how she should dress because she also didn't see what he was packing.

He's humming to himself in the other room as he searches through the closet to find her something to wear. Annabel's turned on the faucet to brush her teeth when she finally asks, "I thought you hated surprises?"

Harry laughs as he picks out a nice gray sweater, "I do when I'm on the receiving end."

She laughs and the sound is muffled because she's finally started to brush her teeth. He's gotten an outfit out for her and places it on the counter before he hoists himself up and sits on the granite. Annabel smiles because he's started to follow her around as if he's a lost puppy and it's rather cute even though it can get annoying sometimes.

Annabel spits in the sink, "Oh? So you don't like it when I surprise you with sex?"

The question catches him by surprise and his mind wanders to all of the times that she's done so. He definitely likes it when she does that.

"No, I love surprise sex. Your other surprises are questionable until they actually reach the surprise part."

She resumes brushing her teeth and doesn't say anything until she's finished and rinsed her mouth, "You liked all of my surprises. Especially the flowers."

Harry lets himself down and stands in front of her with his hands gently finding their way to her waist, "I really liked the flowers."

Annabel smiles as he's leaning in to kiss her softly. Things between them are really nice right now and she's glad that he's calmed down after what happened the last time. Granted, she knows that he still thinks about what will happen when he can't control himself and he finally does cut her deep enough to kill her, but he's not letting it consume him anymore and she's happy to see that he's relaxed in his own mind.

He gets lost in the feel of her lips on his for a moment and lifts one of his hands to cup her cheek and deepen the kiss a little more. Annabel laughs and practically forces him to pull away.

Green eyes meet hers with a hint of amusement, "What's so funny?"

She laughs again and shakes her head as he retracts his hand and the space between them grows as he takes a step back. "You're the one telling me to get ready and you started kissing me like you do when you want sex."

Harry playfully rolls his eyes even though she isn't wrong, "Sorry, didn't know it was wrong of me to enjoy kissing you."

Annabel reaches her hand out to grab the material of his shirt and pull him in for another kiss, "It's not, just don't want you getting carried away because I'm very excited for my surprise."

He kisses her softly one last time, "'m sorry for keeping you up last night."

She shakes her head as she releases his shirt and reaches for the clothes on the counter, "No, you're not."

Harry looks at her incredulously, the corners of his lips lifted in a slight smile. "How so?"

Annabel tries not to smile as she pulls her shirt over her head and starts unfolding the sweater, "You wanted me to wake up. You could've just masturbated, but you wanted me to solve your problem for you. I've seen you do it before, so I know you don't hate it as much as you claim to."

"Since when have you seen me masturbate?"

She laughs as she shoves her arms through the sleeves, "When you think I'm still out and when you think I'm asleep and you don't actually want to wake me up. It's really hot, don't get me wrong, but I know you enjoy it to some extent."

Harry shakes his head and heads into the bedroom, "Trust me, I'd much rather have you."

Annabel shimmies into her jeans and pulls her hair up before she joins him in the bedroom, "Oh, I know. Maybe you can have me when we get where we're going."

He grins as he grabs a sweater for himself because he already knows that maybe means definitely. She's taken him on a lot of adventures before and he's happy that she's so excited for his first try at taking her on an adventure.

His plans to leave early don't really work out because Annabel decides that she wants to thank him for his surprise before they leave and he can't not return the favor. They make it to the plane with only a few minutes to spare.

Annabel's only just realized that she's leaving her flowers behind and there's a sadness to her eyes that makes him regret not telling her his plans ahead of time.

"How am I going to take care of my flowers?"

Harry offers her a warm smile and pulls his phone out of his pocket to pull up an app. She watches him curiously, her eyes filled with concern as he types in his log in information.

As soon as the app logs him in and the video feed pulls up, her eyes light up like they did when she realized they were going somewhere. He does his best not to laugh as he explains how he took care of her flowers.

"I went out and bought an irrigation system that I can monitor from my phone. It was a piece of shit to install because no one wanted to help me, no matter how much I offered, but it works I promise."

Annabel's smile practically reaches her ears, "You did that for me?"

There's a softness to his eyes that she's only ever seen a few times before and she forgets about their 'no feelings' standard for a moment. It's hard not to think about how much she loves him when he looks at her like that and when he's taken the time to make sure that he's taken care of something she loves.

"Of course, I wouldn't let your flowers die."

She kisses him seven times before the plane takes off and five more in the next thirty minutes because she can't get over how much work he's put into taking care of her flowers. A few people give them looks because they heard the story on the news about how they're suspected murders but there wasn't any evidence to convict them.

The police have stopped keeping them under constant surveillance and they're allowed to leave the country now, but it won't stop the looks that they get anywhere they go in America. Annabel and Harry don't mind though because they did get away with murder and it doesn't matter about what other people think.

Sure, they aren't really great people, and they know that, but they have each other and that's enough.

Harry holds her hand and Annabel reads Leaves of Grass until most of the passengers are asleep. Annabel's tired of reading and she's tired of waiting until they land in Ireland to properly thank Harry for his surprise.

Her hand finds its way to his thigh as she turns a page and tries to hide her smile. Harry's trying to ignore her because he's already in the mile-high club and it's not really a great experience. Sure, it's nice to accomplish, but it's incredibly uncomfortable and not entirely worth it if he's being honest.

Annabel wants to though and she's not actually in the mile-high club yet. Sure, she knows that it won't be great or anything, but who cares? Sex is still sex.

She notices what he's doing and doesn't bother inching her hand down, instead she gets right to palming him through him jeans. Harry groans and shifts in his seat, pushing his hips into her hand.

"Annabel."

It's a warning telling her to knock it off because he's not in the mood for this even though his body is up for it.

She smiles sweetly and kisses the bottom of his jaw, "Please? I'm bored and I've never done it. I'll make up for the cramped space later, I promise."

He closes his eyes and releases a heavy sigh as she adds more pressure. "You're making this incredibly difficult."

Annabel pouts but doesn't stop moving her hand, "Harry...please? You know I don't ever ask for much, and you did do this to me last night."

She kisses his neck and he moans a little louder than he wants to.

"Alright. I'll go first. Wait three minutes before you follow."

Harry stands a little abruptly and practically rushes to the bathroom. He's entirely whipped and he's not even sure how it got to this point, but he can't really say that he minds.

A few people notice the bulge in his pants and he tries his best not to smirk as he heads to the bathroom. They know what he's doing and he doesn't really care because he probably won't ever see them again anyway.

Annabel only waits for about a minute and a half before she follows him because she's anxious and she really doesn't give a fuck who judges her. She's sure that a good number of them have done it before anyway.

She knocks on the door once before Harry practically pulls her into the small bathroom. He's already got his pants and his boxers around his ankles and he's not about to waste any more time.

"I told you three minutes."

He pulls her shirt over her head as she shimmies out of her jeans, "I knew you couldn't wait."

Annabel quickly discards her underwear, knocking elbows and knees with him as she does so. Harry groans and pushes her up against the counter, lifting her up by her thighs so that she's sitting and not awkwardly bent against the hard surface.

His lips are at her neck in moments, kissing and sucking at her skin as he runs himself against her, building her excitement and trying to contain his. She moans softly and bucks her hips against his as she lowers her hand to further him along and prompt him to take things farther.

Harry groans and unclasps her bra. He doesn't have to, but he likes her breasts and he enjoys being able to see and touch all of her.

Annabel leans into him and sighs when his lips travel down her neck to focus on her chest. She's being a little too loud already, but what does it matter when everyone that's awake already knows what they're doing?

His hands travel the length of her body and trace her hips before one moves to cup the breast that his mouth isn't occupied with. Her hands pull her closer and he smiles against her skin, humming in pleasure when she pushes her hips forward and his tip teases her entrance.

She throws her head back and closes her eyes as he eases into her slowly and brings his lips to her neck again. He's kissing her a few moments later, both hands on her hips as he fucks her slowly.

He knocks his elbows against the paper towel holder and Annabel smacks her head against the mirror a few times, but it's too late to stop now.

Annabel's hands have slid under his t-shirt and her short nails dig into his skin with each movement of his hips. Mantra's of 'oh God yes' and 'Harry, oh fuck' pass her lips every few moments and he's trying his best to hold back and not fuck the living hell out of her because he wants to feel the emotions instead of just letting lust take control.

Harry peppers her skin with kisses and his fingers dig into her skin, "You're so beautiful..."

Annabel sighs and says his name again, shifting her hips forward to match his thrusts. He's rarely said that to her, and she loves it when he does, but it's too much for her to really say anything right now with the fire building in the pit of her stomach.

His lips catch hers and silence her moan even though everyone has probably heard them already. She gasps as he increases his pace and bites her shoulder. He's close and he doesn't want to be too loud.

It doesn't really work because he's at a great angle to watch himself disappear inside her and Annabel's not really helping with the movement of her hips and her dirty words of encouragement.

"Fuck, Annabel..."

She repeats his actions and cheekily pulls him closer by his backside. He wants to laugh, but he's actually pretty spent, so he settles with nuzzling his face in her neck and pressing a few sloppy kisses to her skin.

Annabel laughs breathily as he continues to pepper her skin with kisses, "I completely forgot to not let you do that."

Harry removes his lips and smiles at her as he traces circles on her hips, "To not let me do what?"

"Come inside of me. Now I'm going to have to deal with it until we get to the hotel. It's not a very pleasant experience, in case you were wondering."

He rests his head on her chest and smiles as he speaks against her soft skin, "You asked for it, darling."

"I told you not to call me that, we're not living in the twenties."

Harry laughs and playfully rolls his eyes, "'m sorry. Why don't you get cleaned up and I'll meet you back at our seats?"

He starts to shift so he can grab their clothes and it really just makes everything much more difficult and they end up laughing as they gather more bruises in the tiny space.

Eventually, they manage to put themselves together and find their way back to their seats. Harry smooths her hair and she laughs as she scoots closer to him despite how uncomfortable it is between the seats.

"Thank you for my surprise."

Harry kisses her cheek and gently squeezes her hand, "Anything for you, my love."