Title: These Moments
Keywords: Harry, H/Hr, smut
Rating: R
You like to watch her as she comes, her cheeks flushing, her eyes flickering shut before they open again, meeting yours, moving in time with your thrusts. She bites her lip to keep from crying aloud, her entire face screwed up in concentration.
But her eyes are still on yours.
You live for those moments, when time stops having meaning, and the only thing, the only thing, is watching her before she comes.
Afterwards, you want to feel content, you want to wrap her embrace around yourself like a blanket until the rest of the world fades away again. Only that's impossible because the world is always there. Waiting. Always waiting to climb back in.
You like the feel of her in your arms. She's soft and warm and her fingers always comb through your hair or her lips brush over your forehead. She tells you she loves you and you can scarcely believe it.
Don't you see what I am? You want to ask. You think you've fooled her into loving you the way she does. If she only knew, if she could only see, if she realized…
But it doesn't matter, you are that selfish, you take her love because you need it, you need those moments when the rest of the world stops having meaning.
It's dangerous for you to care about someone this much. They've told you. They've all told you.
She's more important than the world, more important than your own life, more important than-
You say you can't do this without her and she gives you that smile, that amused-smile that tells you she doesn't believe you.
I'm not strong enough.
Yes, you are.
What if he takes you from me?
He won't.
What if he wins?
He can't.
How do you know?
She drags her tongue along your lips, her hands unfastening the buckle of your trousers. She kisses your chin and then lingers against your mouth, letting her breath whisper over your skin. You let her take control.
Trust me.
Always.
Don't doubt yourself.
I can't help it.
I don't doubt you.
I know.
She plants wet kisses along your collarbone, down your chest, circling your nipples with tongue and teeth. You close your eyes and let her tease you, her hands reaching down, almost there, but not quite. She smiles. She loves seeing you like this-unguarded, incoherent. Hers.
Don't leave me, Harry.
I can't make promises.
It doesn't matter-we're in this together. Don't you understand that?
The others always warned you against falling so far.
You're beginning to understand.