"Harry?" I ask to the dimly lit tall figure next to me. "Uhh.. Yeah..." He says kinda awkwardly. "Were you the one that pulled me out here?" I ask him, obviously drunk and way out of it.
"Yea, I- uhh.." he stutters. "You what?" "Never mind" "no, tell me Harold" I say, then laugh at my choice of a nickname for him. "Harold?" He asks with a smirk. "Hey! don't you try to change the subject" I scold him while pointing a wobbly finger at him. "You what." I demand. He sighs then says "fine, I wanted to talk to you" "about what?" I ask clearly confused, god alcohol makes me stupid. "You know..." He replies while looking at the backyard in front of us.
"No, I don't Harry." I look at him expecting him to tell me what he wanted to talk to me about, but when he turns to me, he has this lustful look in his eyes, as he advances on me and crashes his lips to mine. I feel that burn again. oh. So this is what he wanted to "talk" about?
As he starts to deepen the kiss, I let my mind slip away, well what was left of it, and go with the flow. So I wrap my arms around his neck, and he lifts me up onto the bar and I spread my legs so he can stand I between them. But then he pulls away too soon and I give him a confused look as he leans his forehead onto mine and looks deep into my eyes.
"What?" Harry asks me, a bit of amusement in his voice and a smirk on his lips. "DID I SAY THAT OUT LOUD?" He chuckles then answers with a simple nod. "Fuck." I whisper under my breath as I turn my head to the side.
I seem to do that a lot. Then I feel his fingers slip under my chin and turn my head to look at him. Damn he still has that smirk on his lips. Those lips. "Why did u say damn?" He asks me, the smirk slowly fading. "It's nothing.." I reply, a little quieter than I wanted, I'm not even sure if he heard me.
"No, tell me." He demands "UGH FINE" I say, maybe too loud. "I was just thinking of how sexy your eyes are, they're captivating." He just chuckles and shakes his head while facing down. "Thanks, that's what I've heard" he says as he looks up at me staring into my eyes.
"You're eyes are beautiful too" he says to me. He's so intense. I have to look away. But I can't. Instead I'm trapped in his deep emerald eyes. And, damn, I don't care if I ever come back to Earth, just looking into his eyes gives me so much pleasure... I wonder what else he could do.. I bite my lip at the thought and he looks down at my lips.
I stand there between her legs and look into her eyes, kind of teasing her now that I know what she thinks of my eyes.
But then she turns the tables and bites her lip, teasing me. I look down to her lips and can't help but to imagine them around me. When I feel my pants get tighter... I just hope she didn't notice and pull my shirt down a little to help cover it. "What are you thinking?" I ask her. "nothing..." She says and blushes.. I have an idea what she was thinking.