Extra special shout out to dirtyyarn for tracking down the above Harry gif I was frantically searching for...thank you love! xo

Beth's POV

I walk into my bedroom and turn both the lamps on the bedside tables on.

My palms feel sweaty, hell, my whole body feels sweaty after what just happened on the couch with Harry.

I can hear him fumbling around downstairs and I can't help but smile.

Cause that's what he makes me do.

Smile.

Now I can hear him bounding up the stairs and he walks into the bedroom carrying a plate of cookies, two water bottle and his prized kissing voucher.

Bless him.

Maybe I should have laminated them.

"Got enough cookies there?" I smile at him.

"Yeah, I even remembered to grab the ones for Santa," he whispers and taps his nose again.

"That would explain your milk moustache," I point out to him.

Bless his cotton socks, he drank Santa's milk.

He wipes at his mouth and smiles shyly.

"Do...do you have a preference which side you sleep on?" he asks me.

"I don't, but I'll take the left just because it's closest to the door," I suggest, "I rather the kids jump on me in the morning that you."

"I wouldn't mind, but I'm happy with whatever," Harry says and walks around to the right side of the bed.

I walk over and close the bedroom door and come back to the bed.

Harry looks at me with a questioning glance.

"I can't sleep with lights, and Chloe likes a light on, somewhere," I explain, "I need darkness."

We're now facing each other with just the bed between us.

I bite at my bottom lip; I can't help it.

"Do you want me to close my eyes?" Harry asks me, the gentleman coming out in him.

Yes, please.

So you can't see my wobbly bits, my cellulite and my scars and stretchmarks.

"No," I say, "again, it's just another first with someone who's not my husband."

I cover my face in my hands and groan.

"I'm sorry Harry, I don't mean to keep bringing him up," I apologise.

Without realising he's moved, it's not until I feel his hands on my wrists and he gently pulls them away from my face.

"Let's talk in bed yeah?" he says before he kisses my forehead.

I nod my head in agreement.

We begin to undress until we're both in our underwear.

I'm doing the respectable thing and keeping my gaze at Harry's chest or above.

I wish I could say the same for Harry.

He's blatantly looking me up and down and not trying to hide it at all.

"Stop it!" I smile and lightly slap his arm as I go over to the drawers and pull out a singlet and pop it on. I reach behind me and unhook my bra before pulling my arms through the straps and then I throw it on the floor with the rest of our clothes.

"How'd you do that?" Harry asks, a frown on his face.

"Magic," I whisper and tap the side of my nose.

Harry turns around and pulls the covers back, crawling onto the bed and over onto his side and I follow him and hop onto my side.

"I wanna talk," he says in a low drawl, "but I gotta have a cookie first."

He takes one off the plate and bites into it, the boiled lolly makes that shattering sound.

"Ummph," Harry makes some sort of noise that I'm unsure of but the way his eyes are wide and the speed in which he shoves that cookie into his mouth tells me it's a good thing.

He reaches for another before he finishes the first and I patiently wait for him to eat.

"That," he holds up a third one, "is a damn good cookie."

I think it only took a minute for it to disappear. He takes a drink of water and then turns around on his side to face me, patting the spot next to him to encourage me to lay down too. Now we're both lying on our sides facing one another, the blanket draped loosely over our waists.

"I've got a really serious question to ask you," he says, and I instantly tense up at what he wants to know.

"Okay," I say, "I'm pretty much an open book."

"Is it true," he begins, a solemn look on his face, "that you have me as your contact picture on Nick's phone?"

I purse my lips before I groan in embarrassment and roll my face into my pillow as Harry starts to laugh. He runs a hand along my arm.

"It's okay love, I understand," he smirks.

I peek out from the pillow.

"I'm changing it to Niall now," I say.

He pretends to be shocked.

"Take that back," he demands, "take it back right now!"

"Nope, too late!" I poke my tongue out.

He starts to poke at my side until he is fully tickling me and I'm on my back, gasping for air.

"Take it back!" he laughs.

"Give! Give!" I can barely get the words out.

I'm on my back trying to get some much needed air into my lungs and Harry is closer to me, lying on his side, his head resting on his folded arm for support as he smirks at me.

"Can I ask you another question?" he says, "and it's a serious, serious one this time."

"Sure," I say and my breathing returns to normal.

He reaches out and takes one of my hands and entwines my fingers with his.

"What was your moment this morning?" he asks.

"Ohhhhhh," I groan before sighing, "yeah I was on Twitter this morning, but I wasn't purposely looking for you," I begin, 'then I saw the photos of you in the jewellers and I kind of thought..." I trail off.

Harry nudges my cheek with his nose.

"You thought what love?" he says.

"Well I certainly didn't think you were buying something for me and I assumed you would have finished all your Christmas shopping for your mum and sister so I kind of thought it might have been for another...girl?"

Ugh...how lame do I sound?

"You thought I might be seeing someone else?" he asks me, but there's no hurt or anger in his tone.

I think he's just trying to understand where I'm coming from.

"I don't know," I say, "I guess I thought that you're you, and I'm just...me..." I trail off again.

He shakes his head and smiles at me.

"I kinda like me...I mean you...you me," he says.

"I'm sorry," I say, "this is just all...surreal to me. When I came here it wasn't for anything like this, as you know."

"I know," he agrees, "so how do you feel now?"

"Lucky," I reply, and I do.

"Me too," he whispers and moves his body so his face is hovering over mine and just smiles at me, "there's no one else I promise," he says, "and to be totally honest, I had the chance to hook up with someone the other day."

He pulls back and rests his head on his hand again.

Oh.

Of course he did.

"Well actually, it was with two girls," he says.

Oh.

Lovely.

I kind of feel a bit ill in my stomach.

Maybe it's all the cookies I ate.

"Why didn't you?" I ask, not wanting to know but I want to know.

He looks at me horrified.

"Because it's hard enough to please one girl in bed, let alone fucking two of them!" he says, "think of how much extra work I'd have to do!"

Yes.

How awful it must be to be you.

Then he starts laughing.

"I'm kidding Beth," he says, "I had zero interest in Cate and her friend because I was already preoccupied with something else," he moves so he's on his stomach, resting on both his elbows.

Gosh he smells good when he's this close.

"You," he says and his voice is lower now as he moves his hand and runs his thumb over my bottom lip, "because all I could think of was you."

I can't help but widen my eyes at his admission before swallowing nervously. I think it's something to do with being so close to him when he stares at you.

Yeah I think that's it.

"Just...just promise that you'll always be honest with me Harry," I take a breath, "that's all I'm asking okay?"

"Always," he whispers and he moves his thumb away and kisses me again.

I swear I am tingling all the way to my toes.

He presses his body against the side of mine and I can feel how hard he is already. His hand moves from my face and down my neck before slowly moving over my breast and resting there.

Fuck that shot straight to my lady parts.

My left leg shifts and rests over Harry's and my hand runs over his back.

Oh my fuck.

He feels so muscular and smooth and strong and...

Did I mention muscular?

Cause there's definitely muscle there.

His mouth moves down the side of my neck and he pulls the strap of my singlet down before he kisses and sucks at the skin. His leg moves in between mine and I can't help but grind against it.

I'm already feeling wet and heated and I'm not afraid to admit I need some sort of friction against my clit.

Harry moves his hips against me as he takes his hand off my breast and moves it lower. My hands move to fist themselves in his hair and he grunts when I pull on it. Harry's hand grips the bottom of my singlet and he starts to push it up but suddenly stops.

"I know you're not...I mean, I'm not trying to push you," he hesitates, "just...I wanna feel your skin against mine..." he bites his lip.

I don't say anything, I simply lift my arms above my head, giving him silent permission.

His eyes widen and he moves himself so he's straddling my thighs.

We look at each other for a moment, out breathing is rapid, our skin flushed, lips swollen and our eyes are just...wanting.

Harry's hands reach out and take hold of my singlet and start to slowly pull it up. The slight touch of his fingers against me sets off an explosion of goose bumps all over my skin.

"Cold?" he asks.

"No," I reply, "it's you."

His eyes shamelessly move from where his hands hold my singlet and up to my breasts. My nipples have already begun to harden, but under his gaze, they're really hard. His tongue darts out and runs over his bottom lip and fuck me if I'm not already close to coming.

He pulls my singlet up to reveal my ribs but then but then leans forward and places a kiss next to my bellybutton before nuzzling the skin with his nose.

"You have a freckle there," he whispers.

"Yep," I reply.

Oh lord.

He starts leaving more kisses and eventually moves around to the side of my hip.

"And another," he runs his tongue over it.

"I do," I whisper.

Fuck it.

I only three on my whole body.

He moves back to run his tongue over my ribs, his breath feels like it's all over my skin and my hands fist the pillow as I moan in frustration.

I'm not sure if Harry feels the same or if the moan that slips out of me did it, but he suddenly pulls my singlet off and tosses it aside. He leans over me and kisses me again, only this time the kiss is harder, heated, his mouth is hungry as his tongue finds mine and I'm quite sure I could come just from his kisses alone.

My hands are in his soft curls as his mouth trails down my neck again. My legs suddenly feel trapped between his so I wiggle them and he gets the idea. He moves his legs so he's now resting between them and his body is against mine

His mouth skims over my breast and he runs his tongue over my nipple and my hips involuntarily move against his.

It sends a shiver through my entire body.

His mouth replaces his tongue and his other hand reaches up to touch my other breast, his fingers dig into my skin before his thumb rolls over the nipple.

"Fuck...Harry..." I moan as my head rolls back and my back arches against Harry's mouth.

"You taste so good baby," he whispers against my skin, "so, so good..."

Oh you can't say things like that Harry.

My legs bend and widen, my feet run alongside his strong thighs and my hand runs down the curve of his back and rests on his bottom.

Harry begins to grind against me in a consistent motion and, fuck it, it feels so good.

I pull him by his curls so he's face to face with me, my lips touching his.

"Harder," I moan.

"Oh, fuck," is all he can manage as we grind against each other, our kiss just as hot and heated.

"I'm...I'm gonna come..." he groans.

"So come..." I urge him.

"Fuck...I..." he rests on his elbows, my face cradled between his hands as he moves against me.

"Oh...shit...Beth..." he moans out loud, his eyes clench shut and his mouth hangs open as I feel him become really hot and wet between my legs.

He slows his thrusting down once he's squeezed every ounce of pleasure out of this as he can before he rests his forehead on mine.

"Good?" I ask him, a smile on my face.

"You have no idea," he says between breaths.

I kiss him gently and enjoy the weight of him on me.

I can feel him smile into the kiss as he moves his lower body off me but leaves a leg resting between mine.

I'm so engrossed in his kiss that I jump slightly when I feel his fingers run along the elastic of my knickers.

"No?" he asks me.

"I wasn't expecting it," I smile.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asks, just as his fingers start to push under the fabric.

I don't answer him.

I simply grab his wrist and push it further down.

Then his fingers graze up my centre and I really do jump.

He starts to rub my clit in slow circles, teasing me, drawing the pleasure out.

"Faster," I breathe against his mouth but he simply smirks at me.

"You're so wet for me," he whispers, "I just want to enjoy it."

"And I just want to come," I whisper, fuck do I need to, "make me come Harry!"

I am ready to explode.

But instead he dips his fingers down and plays with my entrance, pushing one finger in ever so slightly.

Oh fuck me.

"Harry..." it comes out almost strangled, "please..."

My hold on his wrist tightens and he moves his fingers back to my clit.

"God Harry...stop fucking teasing me!" I am beyond frustrated both sexually and with Harry.

"You just feel so good," he whispers in my ear as he continues to slowly, torturously plays with me.

I let out a massive, frustrated breath which makes Harry chuckle.

Fine.

Don't fuck with me Harry.

I'll teach you about pleasing a woman you little shit.

I pull his hand out of my knickers and slap it away, leaving Harry to look at me confused.

I pull my knickers to the side and start to rub my clit myself, hard and fast cause I am so desperate for release right now.

Badly.

I bite my lip and moan as I can feel how close I am.

"Fuck...Beth..." I look up at Harry and he's no longer smirking.

He's watching my fingers work myself to make myself come.

He's quite transfixed actually.

I start to moan as my orgasm nears, my skin is flushed, my body arches and my hips move slowly against my hand.

I can see Harry bite his lip as he palms himself over his boxers before he places his mouth to my ear.

"I wanna see you come Beth..." he groans.

And it's all I need to finally come.

Oh sweet Jesus.

Fuck.

My body shakes as I finally find release, my other hand reaches up and I grasp my breast as I keep massaging my clit.

"Fuck..." Harry whispers, his eye wide.

I finally stop and remove my hand from my knickers and I bring it to my lips, sucking on them.

I hear his breathing hitch in his throat.

If Harry's not careful, he might just come again.

"That...was..." he swallows.

"How a woman does it?" I ask him, "sorry, but I really needed to come."

He still seems to be in a slight daze as he answers.

"I've never had a girl do that in front of me before," he says.

I simply smirk up at him.

"Well Harry," I poke at his dimple, "you've got to remember, I'm not a girl..."