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It’s a lazy Sunday afternoon. Rain is coming down in sheets outside, so you and Harry decide to have a cozy day in. You’re in the living room, comfort movies playing on the TV with a fire going in the fireplace.
It starts out sweet and innocent enough. You’re sitting on his right side, his arm around your shoulders while you lean into him. It isn’t until the second movie starts playing that things start to heat up a bit.
You snuggle closer, shifting so that Harry’s hand moves down to your waist. You turn your head and let your lips touch Harry’s neck, not quite kissing, just teasing the idea of a kiss. After a few minutes of your lips barely grazing his skin, he starts to wiggle. You know his movements are to let out some of the tension building from your actions and you grin, happy to know the effect you have on him.
Finally, you decide to stop playing, and press a kiss directly to his pulse point. That alone has him releasing a groan, which you quickly swallow by slotting your mouth to his. He brings both his hands up to cup the sides of your face, and you begin to lazily make out.
You continue this for a while, content to just feel the way his lips press against yours, the way his tongue caresses your tongue, the way his fingers tangle through your hair. You’re in no rush, knowing you have the whole afternoon to enjoy each other.
Eventually you do begin to get worked up, and Harry’s hand moves to your leg, pulling it over his own. You’re straddling his right thigh and his lips start to press kisses to your neck.
His hands move to your waist, and he pushes down gently. You know that he wants you to press down on his thigh, use his leg for your own pleasure. You want to do that too, but instead of doing so, you pull back.
When he feels you pull away, he looks up at you, worried that he’d done something wrong. “What is it love, are you okay?”
“Yea, just, I want to move.”
“Of course, whatever you need.”
He pulls his hands off you, letting you shift where you want. You switch so that you’re now straddling his left leg instead of his right. Once you’re settled you put your hands back on his shoulders, giving him a look to let him know he can continue.
He’s confused; you can tell by the face he’s making that he doesn’t understand what just happened.
“Do you have a preferred leg?” he asks.
“Harry, I refuse to ride a tattoo of your ex-girlfriend’s name,” you state as though it should be obvious.
He immediately understands and barks out a laugh.
“I’m serious!”
“I know, love. I completely understand.”
“Thank you,” you say with a satisfied smile.
“Honestly, I’ve been trying to figure out how to cover it up but haven’t thought of a good idea.”
“You should just get some horns around it.”
“What?”
“You know, cause the song Olivia isn’t complete because it never got the horns added in. So, add the horns here and say that’s what the tattoo is for.”
He pauses for a moment before saying, “You are an absolute genius.”
“I know.” You lean in so that your lips are right up against his ear. “Plus, I much prefer riding the tiger anyway.”
Harry lets out another groan at that, hands going back to your hips, and you pick up where you left off.