Harry's hands slipped around my waist, pulling me gently against him as I draped my arms over his shoulders. His tongue gently slid along my bottom lip and I pressed my hands against the back of his neck, pulling him closer to me. His hips pushed against mine and I could feel him hardening in his jeans. I brought one hand down between us and gently pressed my palm against him, eliciting a soft moan that sent a jolt of desire through my body.

Without breaking our kiss, I pushed him back against the wall of the house just as the security light timed out and plunged us into darkness. He let out a small sigh as I curled the fingertips of both my hands over the top of the waistband of his skinny jeans and stroked his stomach. He thrust his hips gently forward, almost involuntarily, and then groaned softly at the friction he'd created. His kisses became more urgent and his hands gripped my waist tightly, and then slowly slid up my sides under my top, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. I held my breath in anticipation.

The security light came on again without warning, flooding the patio with unforgiving fluorescence, and there was a small gasp. We broke apart quickly and looked up to see Gemma, who must have just appeared round the corner, standing stock still staring at us, clearly horrified.

"Uh, s-sorry," she stammered, turning away and covering her eyes as I straightened my top and Harry pushed himself away from the wall, adjusted his jeans, and then pulled me to stand in front of him. "People were asking where you were," she mumbled, still not looking at us.

"I just came outside for some fresh air," I squeaked, feeling heat rising rapidly in my cheeks at the humiliation of being caught in such a heated moment of passion.

"And I came to find her," Harry said, clearing his throat.

Gemma chanced a glance at us, and her face broke into a smile as what she had interrupted finally sank in. Her gaze fell to Harry's hand gently resting on my waist. "Are you back together?" she squealed excitedly.

"Um, yeah," Harry said awkwardly, running a hand through his hair, and I smiled and nodded.

"That's fantastic!" she beamed, clasping her hands together in a gesture reminiscent of Anne. "I'd come over there and hug you but I think it would be rather inappropriate considering what you were just doing." She grimaced. "So, uh, I'll just say an awkward Congratulations and leave you to it."

"We're coming back in now," I said quickly.

"Are we?" Harry murmured in my ear, frowning.

"Yes," I insisted, stepping away from him to follow Gemma as she disappeared back around the corner with a small wave. "Everyone will be looking for us, and they're all here to celebrate the end of the tour with you."

He sighed and nodded, and then gave me half a smirk before extending his hand to me in a handshake.

"Well, I'm glad we got everything sorted out," he said formally.

I smirked and extended my hand too, playing along, but as my hand slipped into his he tightened his grip and pulled hard, forcing me to stumble forward into his chest. His left arm immediately slid around my waist, holding me against him, and I started to grin as I looked up at him.

"Still got it," he said with a hint of smugness, making my stomach flip.

I rolled my eyes. "You fancy yourself a bit, don't you?"

He lowered his face to mine as if to kiss me, but stopped millimetres from my lips. "Not half as much as you do," he breathed.

Then he kissed me again, proving (unnecessarily) that he was absolutely right.

~~~

We made our way back indoors and Harry fetched a glass of Prosecco for me and a glass of wine for himself. The gathering was showing no signs of dissipating, and Harry, Gemma and I stood in the kitchen with their cousins, chatting. Harry's fingers kept brushing against mine, sending tingles of electricity up my arm. A couple of times he curled his fingertips inside my hand and stroked my palm softly as we talked, which made it difficult for me to focus on anything else. The more the conversation and the drinks flowed, the more openly tactile Harry became. His arm snaked around my waist, his fingertips gently touching my hip bone. His body gravitated gradually closer to mine until he was almost fully behind me, his chest pressed against my shoulder blades and his chin resting forward on my shoulder as we all chatted. Eventually his arm curled all the way around my side, his hand resting on my stomach, and then his fingers absentmindedly fiddled with the belt loops on my jeans.

Anne appeared in the kitchen to get more drinks, and did a slight double take when she saw us, but immediately smiled to herself and said nothing as she carried two bottles of wine through to the lounge.

"I think everyone's onto us," Harry murmured in my ear.

I turned my head to look at him. "We're not exactly keeping it low-key, are we?" I replied.

"Does that bother you?" he asked.

"Not with your family," I said. "I'm not bothered who in our private life knows."

"Good," he said huskily, kissing the side of my head and wrapping both arms around me from behind. "Because I don't want to hide the fact that I am madly in love with you."

I covered his arms with mine and leaned my head back on his shoulder, my stomach fluttering like crazy. "Me neither," I said softly.

"Is your brother going to kick my head in?" he whispered, and I chuckled.

"He'll probably threaten it, repeatedly. He's not exactly your biggest fan," I admitted. "But he'll get used to it. He'll have to."

He tightened his embrace and pressed his lips softly against my neck, and for the second time that night I could feel his excitement pressing into me through his jeans.

"Not your girlfriend, huh?" a jovial voice sounded from the doorway, and Harry and I looked over to see his uncle Mike leaning against the doorframe, grinning.

I made to move away from Harry, but he held my arms tightly. "Stay where you are, just for a minute," he muttered quietly. In a louder voice to Mike he said sheepishly, "Things may have changed slightly since you last asked me."

"Don't look like they've changed one bit," Mike winked. "Dee and I are heading up to bed. We're pretty beat. See you in the morning, all."

We echoed our Goodnights and then a few minutes later Gemma was yawning too. "It's gone four o'clock," she sighed. "I'm going to turn in, too." Just as Harry's cousins were saying the same, Anne appeared again and said some of her family were leaving, so we spent quarter of an hour saying goodbye to them, as there wasn't room for everyone to stay in the house and some had booked rooms in a couple of hotels around Holmes Chapel.

Finally, at half past four, Anne closed the front door after the last guest and turned to me and Harry. She held her arms out to us and pulled us both into a hug, and gave Harry a kiss on the cheek.

"I'm so happy you're back together," she said softly.

"Thanks," I smiled as she pulled away and beamed at Harry, before joining Robin in the kitchen to load the last few bits into the dishwasher.

"Do you need a hand clearing up?" Harry called after her.

"No, we're almost done," she called back. "You two go on up to bed if you want."

Harry took my hand and led me up the stairs, and we stopped outside the guest room where I had put my bag. "My stuff's in here," I whispered, trying to be quiet and not wake anyone.

"So put it in my room," he shrugged. "If you want," he added, almost nervously.

I quickly scooted into the empty room and grabbed my holdall, and Harry gave me a dazzling (and relieved) smile as he opened the door to his bedroom for me. He followed me in and shut the door behind us as I pulled out my wash bag.

"You know where the bathroom is," he whispered, drawing the curtains and switching his lamp on as I scurried into his ensuite and quickly brushed my teeth and splashed water on my face. I came out to find him sitting on his bed, about to pull off his gold boots.

"Those boots, though," I sighed, and he chuckled.

"You want me to keep them on?" he teased, with a wink, and I laughed.

He disappeared into the bathroom and emerged a minute or so later with his hair in a mun and a tiny smear of toothpaste on the corner of his mouth. I grinned when I noticed it, and pointed at his lip.

"You've got a...," I began, and he frowned as he came closer. My stomach flipped over.

"A what?"

"A bit of toothpaste," I explained as he hooked one arm around my waist and lowered his face to mine. "Oh God," I breathed, and I closed my eyes as his lips gently brushed against mine.

"Oh God what?" he whispered, pulling away an inch.

"The mun and the gold boots?" I said, weakly. "Come on. Play fair."

He grinned and then pressed his lips against mine again, gently tightening his arm around my waist. "But where's the fun in that?" he murmured.

I smiled against his mouth and ran my hands lightly up the front of his shirt and curled them around the back of his neck. His skin was warm, soft and smooth under my fingers, and as I gently stroked the wisps of hair escaping from his man bun I could feel goosebumps rising under my touch.

"Now who's not playing fair?" he said huskily, the playful grin now gone, replaced with hunger in his eyes.

I kissed him, harder this time, pulling his face to mine. His hands gripped either side of my waist and gently pulled my hips against his. His tongue slid slowly over mine and I could feel fire spreading through my body as every inch of my skin ignited with desire.

I slowly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it open, running my fingers over the smooth skin of his stomach. His kiss intensified, and he shrugged his shirt off his shoulders and let it drop to the floor before lifting his hands to run them through my hair. His tongue slipped gently into my mouth and he ran the backs of his fingers down my sides to the hem of my top to lift it up and over my head, breaking away from me for the briefest moment before finding my lips again with his, with ever-increasing urgency. He ran his hands up and down my back with feather light touch, causing my nipples to harden almost painfully, and then gently stroked his fingers up my side before cupping my breast gently and running his thumb over my nipple through the fabric of my bra.

I let out an involuntary moan and he broke away from my lips to kiss my neck, while his hands fumbled with the button on my jeans. He eased them down over my thighs, his lips working their way across my collarbone as I kicked my jeans off at my feet. I pulled him back towards me by his belt loops, and clumsily unbuttoned his skinnies, pushing them down as best I could, leaving him to kick off the infamous gold boots so eventually he was standing in front of me in nothing but his boxers.

He pulled me to him again, seemingly reluctant to break contact for more than a couple of seconds. This was fine with me; his kisses were breathing life into me, and right at that moment I couldn't imagine how I had coped for so many months without the feel of his lips on mine or his touch on my skin.

Our lips met again and he pressed his erection against me as he slipped one hand behind my back and unclipped my bra in one fluid movement. I let it drop to the floor as he ran his hand over my breast, his thumb slowly rubbing my nipple again.

I moaned again and he did the same with his other hand to my other breast, before dipping his head to replace his fingers with his tongue. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back, digging my fingers into his tied-back curls as his tongue gently slid over my skin. I reached between us and gripped his length through the material of his boxers and he gave a groan of pleasure as I squeezed him gently. I pulled his boxers down, freeing him completely, and slowly stroked him, enjoying the sound of his accelerated breathing. He dropped his hand between my legs and ran one finger lightly against me.

I made some sort of incomprehensible gasp, and he responded by sliding my knickers down and skating his fingertips up my inside thigh. His lips found mine again as he softly stroked my skin, drawing circles on my legs.

The anticipation was killing me. I kissed him harder, with more passion, and increased my rhythm as I moved my hand up and down his erection, but still he continued to tease me, running his fingertips higher, and then circling around the tops of my thighs.

"Harry," I breathed into our kiss.

"What do you want?" he whispered.

"Touch me," I begged.

"Where?" he murmured.

"You know where," I whimpered, and he slid his fingers up my inside thigh again, agonisingly slowly, until his fingertip brushed against me.

"Here?" he asked.

I nodded, and he pushed his tongue into my mouth again at the same time he pushed one finger inside me.

I let out a harsh breath, and he pushed a second finger in. I felt him grow even harder in my hand, and moaned into his mouth as he moved his fingers in and out of me.

"You're so hard," I whispered.

"You're so wet," he whispered back.

His tongue slid into my mouth again as he pressed his body against mine, pushing me gently backwards towards his bed. I couldn't get close enough to him. If I could have melded our bodies into one, I would have done.

"I need you," I heard myself whisper as we lay down, a tangle of lips and limbs.

I could feel his hardness pressing against my hip, and then felt him shift slightly, so the pressure was now between my legs. My lips felt bruised from the intensity of his kisses but I only pulled him closer, his teeth gently biting my bottom lip as I reached one hand between us and guided him towards me. I needed him inside me.

We both gasped as he slid in, and I opened my eyes to meet his gaze as he pulled back slowly, and then pushed all the way in, filling me completely and taking my breath away.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too," I whispered back.

I wrapped my legs around his as he began to move, withdrawing almost fully and then thrusting forward as far as he could go. His fingers stroked my nipple again as his lips slid over mine, our bodies moving in sync, completely connected.

I ran my hands over his shoulders, digging my fingertips into his skin as he built the pace, and feeling the muscles in his back rippling as he moved. A slow-burning heat was spreading through my veins, warming me from the inside out, from where he was smoothly pushing inside me, to the very tips of my fingers and toes. I relished his minty taste as his tongue glided over mine, my mind focussing on every part of our bodies that touched. He enveloped me completely. The tension was slowly building, and then began to rise, progressively faster.

Our hips rocked together fluidly, the pace increasing with the pleasure. I wanted to tell him I was getting close, but I didn't want to tear my mouth from his. He was finally mine again; I never wanted to let him go. His fingers gently massaged my breast and pulled at my nipples and my hips bucked involuntarily as I felt myself rushing towards the edge, unable to stop it even if I'd wanted to.

"I can't hold out much longer," he murmured, just as I felt the first wave break. I cried out, digging my nails into his back as my eyes closed, and pulling him hard into me as I gave into the feeling. He groaned and ground his hips against me with more vigour, intensifying my high and making my toes curl.

"Can I come inside you?" he whispered.

I attempted to consent, and he must have understood because he drove himself hard into me several times, causing me to whimper in pleasure, and then gave a satisfied grunt and pressed his lips to mine again, his breathing becoming laboured as his own orgasm began. He kissed me hungrily, pushing his tongue in my mouth and closing his eyes, thrusting harder at first, as deep as he could go, and then his movements gradually slowing, until eventually he came to a shuddering stop and then collapsed on top of me, resting his head on my shoulder.

I gently stroked his hair, and neither of us spoke as our heart rates slowed and our breathing returned to normal. I felt him soften and slip out of me, but we stayed where we were, still entwined, because in that moment nothing else existed other than the two of us.