"God, Izzy!" Harry moans into my neck and if you can be dizzy with power I'm spinning like a top. I've been perched on his lap grazing my hips against his and kissing his bubblegum lips for ages. His mouth has gone strawberry by now. It matches perfectly with the reddened patches on his neck. I'm punchy with pleasure that somehow I've been elected the girl to make him sound like this. Look like this, desperate.

Especially because before this started, I wasn't in the starting line up, wasn't even a walk on.

We'd been carousing around his mother's garden party all afternoon, stealing orphaned glasses of wine. We've been red cheeked and merry for long enough that ID grown complacent in his company.

"Fuck, I'm too tipsy to go out now!" He'd dramatically thrown his head back on the pillow of his bed. We'd taken refuge in his bedroom when we realized we'd slunk off with enough wine to be stupid. It had taken him nearly breaking a goblet and me having to cross my legs to stop myself pissing with laughter.

"You're the biggest clutz, it's like you're legs go too far ahead of you all the time." Id been cackling and Harry had put his hand over my gasped mouth. His face so close eyed me for a moment. It always struck me stupid when he got so close, had since I was thirteen, but by sixteen it was a sickness. I always did my best to ignore it, until I was alone later.

"Shhh! You're so loud." He'd said, loudly. "I may be clutsy, but it's a good job your name is not grace. Nearly pissing yourself, what a lady, pffft!" It would sound Hrsh if his smile wasn't so wide. "Cmon" hed said. "Let's go to my bedroom."

And three minutes into trying to throw popcorn into each other's mouths and failing terribly, hed started moaning about not being able to go with his other friends.

I never went out with the group. I had my own quieter group of girlfriends, but for reasons I didn't examine too closely, I'd
Much rather spend all time with Harry.

Bravely I taunt, "you know you'd rather hang out with me!" He nodded and I knew that, but the confirmation made a balloon inflate in the region of my chest. "So, you're not missing out on anything, yeah?" This time I just put popcorn into his mouth since I'd stayed up and closer while we were talking.

Harry's plump lips were almost as distracting as his tongue when It slid against my index finger as he took the proffered bite.

"I mean, I'd rather be with you, ya know that, but I am missing out."

"On Jonny's stupendous Mario kart skills?" He never persisted this much.

"Well, it's not just Jonny and Tim." He was scratching the back of his neck and smirking, though the red in his cheeks indicated he had a little shame left.

"Emma?" He shook his head. Who else had I heard talking about him, or had to avoid talking about Harry to? "Sophie?"

He flashed his eyebrows.

"She just broke up with Jack, you're already trying to date her?" My stomach was twisting.

"Not so much date her." He cracked up at my disgusted face. "Oh Cmon lizard-"

"Hate when you call me that!"

"I know." He reached out to tickle my knee. "But don't you just ever wanna make out with someone?"

Yeah, you. "I mean, I suppose, but honestly, I'm not sure what all the fuss is about."

"Then you're not doing it properly." He tsked.

"Or they're not." I countered. But I'd only done so much kissing, and the idea it was me twisted my face.

"Gonna stick like that!" He flicked my bottom lip and I bit his finger. At that his eyes flashed at me. "Maybe it's not you then?"

"Come again?" I was honestly lost.

"Judging by that nibble there, you're probably doing just fine..." he looked at me long enough for my breath to come a bit faster. "Maybe I don't need to go anywhere.." he trailed off and the question, the proposition hung in the air between our mouths that had not seemed so close together a bit ago.

Objections ran through my mind, but I'd been dreaming about Harry kissing me since long before my actual first kiss. I'm not sure who possessed me at that moment, but I owed her a thank you note. I ducked my chin, and leaned a shade closer to him, "I suppose you don't have to, no..."

His breath crossed the threshold of my lips before anything else. Id been thinking about how the pink of his mouth would feel against mine for so long, and yet the bee to honey sweet of it still caught my breath.

When I gasped, his tongue made itself welcome too. The kiss didn't get messy, but it was wet and delicious. Flavored with wine, salt, and the hard back beat of my blood surging through my veins. His lips eased and opened mine like he did this
Professionally and the tip of his tongue was gentlemanly when it snicked across my bottom lip to ask for entry. The manners were left at the door then though. Once our slick muscles folded together, My stomach creased over on itself and my head went light. The slide of him over and against my tongue drew another sound ID never made before and I realized that Harry had been right all along. I didn't know what I had been missing, and he didn't need to go anywhere.

But he did, go everywhere for a very long time.

Unfortunately, He was everywhere but here, and I knew what I was missing.