A/N: Dedicated chapter to @chanmapan - thank you for your continued support x

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My flushed cheeks are squished beneath Harry's palms as he flounders backwards up the stairs pulling me along with him. When we reach the top, our relentless kisses are only interrupted by us uncontrollably tearing at each other's clothing. We stagger down the hallway and I tug at Harry's shorts and boxers, pushing them down as far as my reach can go before he takes over. As they pool around his ankles, he frantically kicks from one foot to the other until they finally fly off.

Once discarded, he stops us both and forcefully pushes my back up against the wall. His hands slide roughly into the waistband of my sweats as he drops to his knees in front of me, pulling them and his boxers I am wearing down as he goes. I lurch from side to side as he yanks them over each foot. His splayed hands run firmly up the back of my calves, moving to the front of my thighs where he forces my legs apart. As he rises up from his knees to standing, his lips brush through my fine hairs then he tongue takes over sliding up my stomach and across the erect peaks on my breasts.

His stiffness presses against my thigh as his fingers swipe hard into my already aroused core, eliciting gasps to tumble from my mouth at his harsh touch. He pauses for his wild greens to hold mine before bringing his soaking fingers up to this mouth and running his tongue along them. He unleashes punishingly pleasurable kisses across my swollen open lips, almost gnawing at them in desperation.

Cupping the back of my neck with one hand, he moves his other to rest in the curve of my back and his supple body nudges against me as he propels me backwards towards the bedroom. His arms feel so strong under my palms as I grip onto him. Once inside, he steers me eagerly towards the wet room, tussling with the clasp of my bra then tearing it down my arms and off. I grapple with his black vest top, wrenching it up his body and over his head before chucking it aside. We are both now naked and powerfully berserk for each other.

The turning of the faucet brings a torrent of freezing cold water down drenching us both and at the shock, causes me to crash my face into his chest. He spins me around and shoves me forward, my breasts squash against the cold wall tiles. The water flow turns warmer as he stands behind me, smashing his body up against mine. His hand reaches under my behind and he pushes his long fingers back between my legs. Quick strokes swipe anxiously around my sensitive core. My head jerks back onto his shoulder exposing my neck to sharp scratches from his teeth biting my taut skin. His other hand grabs one breast and he kneads it, pinching and pulling the nipple tight between his fingertips.

Guttural grunts wallow from the depths of his throat as he pokes obtrusively into my wetness and his throbbing erection protrudes against my backside. He is on absolute sexual fire and the rougher he is the more turned on I am becoming. Voracious sighs seep frenziedly from me. Before I can catch my breath he spins me back round to face him and claws at my behind for my legs to wrap around him, his fingertips crush into the soft skin of my buttocks.

As the continuous flow of water douses our skin, he suddenly stills and just rests his forehead onto mine, slowing the frantic air between us. As I glance longingly at him, both of our chests are heaving manically in tandem. The shower and our shaking breaths the only audible sounds. It's like the calm before the storm because his eyes slam shut, he swipes his nose against mine and small pecking kisses gradually become faster and harder as his lips go wild with passion, driving violently all over my face and neck.

We claw at each other's skin as the need to be connected at every point of our bodies is desperate. He buries his face between my breasts then bites my nipple between his teeth yanking hard as rattling moans spill from my gaping mouth. He is unrestrained in poking ferociously against me and when I curl my pelvis up for him, he impales himself into me. My head bangs back against the tiles as his mouth rests open against my chest and fierce pants exhale out of him. We are sexually connected together with no barrier between us. His skin feels silky smooth and warm inside me. Whispered cuss words slip from his quivering lips as he remains completely still savouring the feeling.

Then he begins to thrust urgently, thumping my back repeatedly against the wall. His ravenous carnal desire is unforgiving as he hits my sweet spot and I suck in a massive breath through gritted teeth then cry out through the steam surrounding us. My arms grip around his shoulders tightly, nails digging hard into his shoulder blades as he rams the same spot over and over and over again. I am teetering on ebullience as my body begins to convulsively vibrate and then my orgasm fires like a cannonball, ricocheting an electric current through my every fibre as Harry explodes inside of me.

Our come down is long. He holds himself inside of me as long as he can, jerking and pushing erratically as though he doesn't want it to end, before he softens and slips out of me. I untangle my legs from around his torso. They are shaking like jelly where I have held them so firmly around him.

Without reservation he does what I always need the most, he wraps himself around me and holds me close to him, nuzzling his nose in the crook of my neck and placing delicate kisses over the grazes on my skin. His fingertips gently shave up and down my back and I relish in the feel of his soothing touch over the silhouette of my skin.

"My god, Lily that was...Jesus." He puffs hard in an attempt to get his breaths under control and to find the right words. Unable to utter much resemblance of sense myself, I simply press my lips lightly against his and reply "Yes it was."

The water has started to run cooler now so we quickly wash. He pulls the tie out of his hair and it falls around his shoulders. As the water soaks his curls they straighten and I am amazed at how long his tresses cascade down his back. We take it in turns to wash each other. Harry's caressing fingers tickle my skin as he smothers his zesty body-wash to a lather all over my body then his fingertips massage my head with sweet nutty smelling shampoo and conditioner that he carefully smooths through the ends.

Even though the water is practically running cold, I take my moment to savour him. My now wrinkled palms run the body-wash across his broad shoulders, down the contours of his arms, up over the ridges of his defined chest, then back down pressing into the beautiful squidge that is his tummy and tickling through the smattering of tiny hairs of his happy trail. Reaching down his thighs, my exploration ventures back round and up over his firm buttocks, skimming my thumbnails up his back before placing a kiss on his chest over his heart. I rest my ear against the same spot to listen to his calming beats that lie within. He stands perfectly still watching and letting me indulge in my tour of every ridge, bump, hair, muscle, contour and line of him.

The water is now much too cold to stand under and he shuts off the stream. We embrace our wet bodies against each other. With his arms around me, he sways me comfortingly from side to side before grabbing a towel and drying me from top to bottom. He places his robe around my shoulders and as I slip my arms in, he folds the fabric around the front and knots the long belt. He hands me a hand towel for my hair before wrapping one towel around his head and another around the lower half of his body.

We dry in relative silence, happy just to be in close proximity to each other. He releases his locks from the confines of the towel and shakes his mane flying water droplets all over the room.

"Your hair is so long, when was the last time you cut it?" I knew it was long but wet it is positively Rapunzel like.

"Um, about 18 months ago but I think it is long enough now."

"Are you going to cut it or keep it long?" I ask intrigued.

"Oh, I've been growing it, it needs to be at least 9 inches to make a wig." He states nonchalantly as he continues to dry himself.

I gawp at him before closing the space between us and snaking my arms around his waist to pull him to me. "You grew your hair to donate to make a wig?" I frown in disbelief.

"Yes, it's nothing really." He shrugs off the thought.

"Nothing really? Harry this is not nothing, this is amazing." I respond fingering through his hair.

"Well, I've met so many unbelievably courageous people, it puts what I do into perspective. I just wanted to do something you know, my bit to help someone who needs it. I was joking around with my great friend and hair stylist Lou and she remarked how lucky I am to have such thick hair. She made a bit of a joke about the fact that it would be perfect for a wig and that's when I got the idea. I am so blessed so if I can help someone else that would be incredible."

I pull away from him to gather his gaze and smile whilst shaking my head.

"What?" He asks innocently.

"You, you are incredible, so incredible in so many ways." And I pull him back to me and kiss him with everything I have.

As I break away he responds, humble as usual, by handing me the wide tooth comb, spray conditioner and a cheeky smile, "Will you do the honours for me?"

And I do. He sits patiently as I carefully detangle his mane. Occasionally I tug a little too hard and I winch at the thought of how much it must hurt but he just glances at me in the mirror and laughs playfully at my struggle.

Could my life be any happier right now? I don't think it possibly could.