Harry

"Ow." Bonnie squeaks. That's not a good sign. "You're on my hair."

"Oh, sorry." I lifted my hand so she can pull her hair out of the way.

Having quiet sex wasn't Bonnie and I's forte. We could tell that from the first time we had done the dirty dance with no pants, it just was very difficult. I'm way too verbal and need to be reassured she's enjoying it as much as I am. Maybe it's a kink or fetish but her talking to me during sex was so hot. Obviously not about random stuff, but her little ‘yes’ or ‘just like that’ really did something for me.

Bonnie, well, she moans louder the closer she gets to orgasm. I don't think a pillow is going to do any justice if I'm honest, the woman was a screamer on a good day. Again, I didn't mind it at all, but I'm sure if her sister heard her she’d be mortified.

So once I was snuggly surrounded by her, I put my hand gently over her mouth and got so close I was basically laying on top of her. “Don't lick my hand,” I whispered as she pulled it away. “Its to stop your moans.” 

“Well do something worthy of me moaning first and then cover my mouth.” she teased.

“You're not nice, I always put a hundred and ten percent into my performance-” she cut me off kissing me on the lips and pushing her hips up to meet with mine. 

It was slow and gentle, almost appreciating her body and the way she felt. I felt more than when we had quickies. It was really nice actually, maybe when we had kids in the house and had to learn to be quiet, it wouldn't be so bad.

My eyes widened at my own thought and I felt my chest get tight and my hard-on softening.

Crap.

Meeting my dad and going to see my mom meant engagement which meant marriage and then kids. Bonnie always wanted to have kids by the time she was thirty-two. Why am I thinking about this?

I stopped thrusting and looked at Bonnie who seemed confused but quickly realized what had happened as she looked down. “Are you okay?”

“Um, yeah I just began thinking and my mind wandered,” I confessed. “Show me your tits, I'm sure it will come back.” she rolled her eyes.

“Do you want to talk about it, or did you just have a moment?” One thing I really loved about Bonnie was that she never judged me about stuff like this. Not that this happened often, although it's happened twice already with her.

“I guess I thought about how we have to be quiet and how that's how it would be when we have kids. Then I thought about my parents and us getting married- I'm done thinking about that- it's too soon to think about that stuff.”

Is it though?

“Well, your timing is a bit odd, but it's kinda sweet that you think of stuff like that. Besides, when we have kids, we’ll just soundproof the room or something.” I chuckled and nodded. “Now kiss me, and let's just be glad we still have time to think of that stuff.” I nodded pressing my lips to hers again, feeling her soft hands glide down the curve of my back down to my ass to pull me closer and feel her.

A heat spread through my body as her head ducked down to my neck, her warm wet tongue just gently licking a stripe against my skin, a light blow from her pink pouty lips, forming goosebumps all over my body. A soft whisper of filth coming from sweet innocent mouth left an impression on my body enough to slide back into her with ease. “Fuck, Harry-” she gasps.

She was now the only thing on my mind. Her skin, hair, and the vibrations against my hand that once again clasped to her mouth to quiet her noises. The bed began creaking as we both got lost in the moment, breathing heavily against the barrier between us. I wasn't sure how long this went on but I decided I needed to hear her just a bit and she needed my thumb pressed to her sensitive nerves for both of us to finish.

“Just say my name, please. I can feel you squeezing me princess-”

A loud moan was cut off by her own hand covering her mouth before she pulled it away and just barely let out a breath of my name and then one last high pitched moan.

Hopefully, no one heard that.

*

The next morning we woke up around the same time thanks to Bonnie leaving one of her curtains cracked open. All the light from outside woke us up and due to our body heat and heater on in the apartment, it was too warm to cover ourselves with the covers.

We decided to get up and get ready for the day and make breakfast- well I made breakfast. Bonnie just watched with a few encouraging thumbs up and kisses over the counter. 

“I love you.” she randomly says to me as I stuck a piece of cooked sausage into her mouth. Feeding her was the key to success and a good relationship. “Are you gonna feed me like this when we get married.”

“Of course, the goal is to fatten you up and then make a delicious stew.” She giggled gently pushing my shoulder. “That reminds me, I found a jewelry store in town and I think I may have found your ring. I still want you to see it first, especially since you'll be wearing it forever.”

At that exact moment, Bonnie's sister walked into the kitchen and by the look on her face, she most definitely heard me say what I had just said and didn't seem too pleased. She smiled at me nonetheless and gave me a small side hug before asking if I needed help with something. 

“Foods almost ready, please have a seat.” she nodded looking at Bonnie who had a small moment where she nodded and walked out of the kitchen with her sister. A moment later, Derek walked out half asleep with a very confused look on his face.

“They just kicked me out of the room. There are two rooms to talk in and they chose the one I was in.” His voice cracking from just being woken up. “Oooh sausage.” his eyes widened as I serve him a plate.

I couldn't hear their conversation from the kitchen since they shut the door so I decided to just serve everyone and set the table, taking a seat next to Derek who took a sip of orange juice.

“Does Kansas hate me?” Derek shook his head.

“No, she didn't hear you two going at it last night. If anyone should hate you it's me.” he gave me a side-eye which caused me to blush. I was about to apologize when he quickly shook his head. “It's cool. But to answer your question, I guess Kansas is just worried that you were able to weasel yourself back into Bonnie's life-”

“What?” I gasped. “I did not weasel myself into her life, I'm going to therapy for the woman. I love her.”

Derek just stared at me with a full mouth of food and nodded slowly. “Hey man, I don't hate you, I'm just telling you what she told me. I mean Kansas doesn't know everything since she isn't that close with her sister so she's probably going off of old news.”

A moment later Kansas and Bonnie came back in and sat down without saying much. In fact, we didn't talk much the rest of the day except casual small talk about the weather until they eventually left home later that night.

I didn't want to bring up what happened at breakfast especially since that night Bonnie had realized that her passport had gone missing and we spent hours looking for it, only to realize it had fallen in between her bed and bedside table.

She also got distracted helping me fix my big bag into one single backpack and carry on, reminding me how crazy airports are during the holidays and the last thing we needed was to deal with missing baggage or the struggle of baggage claim.

Not to mention those damn checked bag fees.

Our flight was at night which meant Bonnie had to be at the airport earlier than most people should, not wanting to risk being late. So after checking in and everything was taken care of we sat in the waiting area near a free power outlet and charged our phones while we ate a late dinner.

“So my sister knows about you and me, thinks it's strange and way too soon.” Bonnie declares randomly.

“I've known you for almost a decade and it's too soon?” she turned to me and smiled gently.

“She just doesn't understand it. She and Derek did things very traditionally and she doesn't get it. It doesn't matter to me though because it's our life. That goes for your mom as well, Harry. If we want to get married, we can. It's not too soon and I can't wait to take your last name, damnit.”

Glad she felt that way honestly.

Because the diamond ring sitting in my pocket on the inner lining of my jacket was ready to sit on her ring finger.

Bonnie didn't know it yet, but I had a bit of a surprise for her.

*