"Come on now. You owe me a kiss." Harry hangs on the door frame, his body welcoming her in for more of taste he received the night before. Dropping his arm, he wiggles his finger in her direction, scrunching his nose.

"Shhh!" Goldie darts toward him, playfully pushing against his strong chest with no success of breaking through.

He stays stationary, unrelenting to her feeble attempts to get back in the bunk. "Gonna have to push a lot harder than that." Keeping his chin smugly in the air, he looks down at her, a devious smirk on his face. "All you have to do is pay the toll and I'll let you through. My terms are quite simple."

"What are you doing?" she whispers, shoving her shoulder between the small opening between his body and doorway. "Get back in the room before everyone wakes up."

"Ohhhh," he says with a teasing tone. "She wants to get a few more hours in with me before the gang is up. Why didn't you just say so?"

Finally relaxing his body, Goldie pushes Harry into the room. The two's feet tangle in the clothing lain across the floor, causing them to fall to the ground, Goldie on top of Harry.

"Woah, where was this last night?" Harry slinks his arms around her waist. "Had I known my kiss would have brought this side out of you, I would have made out with you sooner."

She rolls her eyes and pushes off of him, grunting on her way up. As she closes the door, the still-lying Harry reaches his grip to her arm and pulls her back on top of him. She laughs all the way down to her landing.

The site that Harry sees seems to happen in slow motion. A ray of sunshine, bursting through a cluster of gray storm clouds, until it lands perfectly on his chest. He basques in the light, using the tips of his fingers to caress up the backs of her thighs and up the sides of his favorite shirt only she has worn, other than himself.

She sits up to admire him, fanning her fingers and pressing her palms against his tattooed torso. His skin is cool against her flushed skin. She traces the outline of the ferns on his hip bones and imagines herself strolling through the botanical garden back home and running her fingers across the silky leaves of the plants and flowers. It was an oasis of life in the middle of her small ocean town.

"Harry..." she catches herself moving her hands further down and stops.

"What happened? Why'd you stop?" He immediately props himself up on hands. Chest to chest. Heartbeat to heartbeat. His eyes dart from her eyes to her lips, so rapid one wouldn't see if they blinked.

"Nothing. We probably shouldn't is all. I want to... but we shouldn't."

The words are a trigger for him. He wants her. She wants him. Since the day they met, all they have been able to comprehend is the feeling of the each other's touch, and now that it was finally in their grasps, Harry isn't ready to let go.

"Who says we shouldn't?" He brings his face in closer before finally kissing her. A deep, sober kiss that made them both feel high all over again. Their bodies cling to one another. Reciprocating his passion, Goldie wraps her arms around his neck and hugs as tight as humanly possible. They want to melt into one. Fill their lungs with the other's breathe and never exhale. The sensation of her barely-there panties pushing against him sets his body on fire.

Harry stands, grabbing the backs of her knees and picking her up with ease. She giggles into the kiss as he brings her to the bed and gently lays her down.

"Comfy?" he checks. She smiles wide, eagerly nodding her head for more of his lips and touch. Planting one more kiss, he sits back up, taking the opportunity to tease. "Still think we shouldn't?"

"Shut up," she laughs, bringing him back down to her face to continue.

Her body is an endless labyrinth he doesn't want to find his way out of. Every turn presents a new spot of skin he wants to explore. Every step forward leaves a trace he makes note to go back to.

Harry looks up at Goldie as he slowly lifts her shirt above her belly button, then her ribcage, and then her untouched breasts. He watches as they rise and drop with her heavy breathing.

"Oh my god," he breathes, taking his blush pink mouth to the fair skin in the middle of her chest. Having been starved for her taste, he begins feverishly kissing, muttering his thoughts without thinking between every peck and breath.

"I want you so bad."

"You're amazing."

"Can you feel how hard you make me?"

"I need you."

"Don't ever leave."

With every confession, he pushes harder against her. She wraps her legs around him, caught in the moment and uncomprehending what he said. His tongue licks up between her breasts and lips linger on tracks of her skin, glistening from hints of his saliva, until he finally makes his way to her nipple.

"Fuck," she murmurs as his lips wraps around the erect tip. The utterance of the curse word from a mouth as pure as hers awakens something in him he didn't know existed.

"GOD! FUCK! FUCKING SHIT!" Harry gives a carnal yell, stirring the sleeping beasts outside. "Fuck. No. Shit. No, no, no, no." He halts, his relaxed weight falling on top of her.

"What happened? What's wrong? Did I do something?" She awaits his response but the wetness of his pants against her inner thigh gives her all the answers she needs.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Harry's and Goldie's eyes shoot to the door like the pivotal scene of a horror movie. Harry sits up in a blur, grabbing a nearby pillow and covering the crotch of his pants. Goldie scrambles to put on the nearest pair of pants, Harry's — which she puts on backwards — and grabs her recorder. Act natural, they think.

"Come in!" they say suspiciously in unison.

"Ay, guys," Grimmy steps in, seemingly unaware of what just took place between Goldie and Harry. "Tow truck should be here any time. Do one of you have the key to Niall's handcuffs? Kid is bordering on a panic attack."

"SOMEONE UNCUFF ME!" Niall yells in the background, metal handcuffs clinking against the metal leg of the table. "I'M ABOUT TO SHIT MESELF!"

"Oh! I got them." Goldie stands to grab the keys out of the pockets of the pants and instead pats the butt of them. She tries to casually play off the fact they're on backwards and reaches around to retrieve the key. "Um... here you go..."

Grimmy grabs the key, suddenly suspicious. "How's the interview going?"

"Great. Making a lot of progress," Goldie explains, blowing a tendril of messy hair out of her face.

"Looks like it," Grimmy says with a smile before exiting.

"That was a close— " Goldie leans with her back against the closed door.

"That's never happened to me before," Harry cuts her off.

"What hasn't?" Being as inexperienced as she is, Goldie is unaware exactly what Harry is referring to. Harry responds by removing the pillow on his lap, his damp crotch already starting to dry. "Oh. That. Well... I think it'd be best if we don't tell the guys about this."

"You think I want to tell them about this?" He scoffs, dramatically pointing to the infamous cum stain. A stain that will go down in history.

"Not just that, though. This." She motions to the two of them.

"Oh, you mean THAT," he responds with a twinge of disappointment in his voice.

"I think that'd be best. I don't want the guys or work to think I'm not taking this assignment seriously is all."

"That's fine." Harry distracts himself by looking through a pile of semi-clean clothes for a new pair of pants. "But if you think I'm going to be able to control myself now after I've had a taste, you have another thing coming."