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Listen simultaneously on multiple devices. The most superior music experience. All the benefits of Deezer Premium, plus High Fidelity sound. This would never happen again, not like this. The Arthur Merlin knew, he… but this was different. It had been for a while, but for how long?
He would only have this for tonight, so he was gonna savor every second. Just a dream, nothing more. One beautiful, beautiful dream Merlin would savor as long as he could. Merlin awoke to Queen blasting at full volume [right next to his ear]. He found himself lying on his back on a familiar large grey sofa. A weight shifted on his chest. Arthur blinked owlishly, bracing a hand on the armrest above Merlin to grab his phone off the table, completely oblivious to the fact Merlin was a mental breakdown below him.
A moment of muffled voices, and Arthur gave a sigh of relief. Uther hung up soon after. How long was I out? Merlin stood and brushed out his tee-shirt. I should probably get started then. Merlin stopped dead.
He was having such a nice afternoon…. He took a deep breath and shot Arthur a dangerous look over his shoulder. Asshole was running it? Merlin gave a half snort. It was ancient history then why does it still sting? Do you really think I survived on homework, coffee, cynicism, and self loathing? You should be okay, you had them memorized when I drilled you on it last time. Besides, you left your wallet in my car.
Merlin gave a weak sigh and shut the door. His smile was blinding. In the end, Arthur was right. Uther only spared him a slight glance and a polite enough nod at the knowledge he was to stay the night. Merlin shot both his mother and Gaius a text letting them know of the circumstance. Morgana was exhausted, but smiled at the pair all the same. Gwen stood ever-diligently at her side, a spare overnight bag she always kept in her car slung over her shoulder.
She would have a massive scar once it healed over entirely. Merlin knew as well as anyone she would wear it with pride. Morgana had always been fond of her scars, whether self inflicted from the days when the depression got the best of her, or the ones from the outside world. Arthur took it as their cue as well, dragging Merlin towards his room and ignoring the many spare bedrooms available.
Also, you are my guest. I take the bedroll. I refuse to kick you out of your bed. Arthur sputtered angrily, but refused to give any ground, quickly retaliating with a shove of his own. The silence was deafening. Neither wanted to make the first move, not after that. He changed quickly into the borrowed clothes, blushing slightly as he looks in the mirror. It smelt fantastic.
Once dressed, he flopped down on the left side of the bed with a thud. His hair is sopping wet, dripping messy splotches onto his heather grey Deathly Hallows shirt. You gave me a list, we gotta finish it before we can sleep. What was it… Sleep, check. Shower, check. What do you say? Merlin rolled his eyes, but took it anyway. Arthur hauled him to his feet.
With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the snacks and speaker on the bed, pressing play as he did. He still remembered the steps of the dance she taught him. Finally having a familiar song, Merlin took the lead. He stumbled over the steps, nearly pulling them both onto the bed in several occasions. Just as Merlin thought that maybe they should turn for the night, a softer song began: a waltz that Arthur seemed to recognize.
After a brief pause hesitation? Internal debate? I watched them from the stairwell. Merlin had a terrible, terrible thought. Much to his surprise, the blond shrugged and extended a hand. No way. Arthur would never. Who was Merlin to disagree, though? Arthur had been brought up every inch the Earl he would likely become one day, formal dance included.
Instead of fine made suits, it was Merlin in a faded shirt a size too large with gym shorts and Arthur in an ancient heather grey Harry Potter shirt and soft lounge pants. No fancy kebabs or chocolate fountains, just a half spilled bag of Chex Mix. Just two seniors balanced together on the edge of the rest of their lives, tempting fate with each step. It was more than enough for either of them.
As the last verse rang out over the speaker, Merlin smirked. Without warning yet in perfect sync with the music , Arthur twirls him into a shockingly well executed dip. He tried to make a joke, but his brain short circuited on holy-shit-hes-so-close-to-me. The blond opened his mouth as though he was going to say something when, out of the blue, the next sound picked up with blaring trumpet solo.
Arthur dropped Merlin in surprise. He hit the bedpost on his way down, landing with a thud and a lot of colorful words. A small bump began to form at the back of his head.
Merlin batted his hand away from his face. He did have a point, but Merlin would rather be drawn and quartered than admit Arthur was right. Merlin chuckled slightly.
Any worries about tossing and turning too much was squashed by the heavy red duvet and the two feet of space between the pair. Merlin settled as close to the edge as he could without seeming rude as Arthur reached over and clicked off the lamp. The world was still dark when Merlin awoke with a start, fading visions of an old familiar nightmare echoing through his head. A cold sweat had broken out across his brow. He found himself in the same spot he was before, though completely blanketless.
Looking over, he had to stifle a snicker. A tuft of golden hair poking out from under a massive pile of blankets. Quietly, Merlin slid off the bed, grabbed his phone from the desk, and snuck out the bedroom door. He needed tea or something. Since as long as he could remember, Merlin had the worst dreams, always without any conceivable cause. Most of the time, he just lived with it, but often he would go get a cuppa after the particularly nasty ones.
The dark halls of the Manor hung over him like a dark presence as he went. Much to his surprise, there was a light in the kitchen. Gwen sat at the counter, sipping her own mug and staring off into space. A dark blue velvet robe hung open around her shoulders to reveal a simple white tank top and grey shorts.
The tea kettle sat on the counter, so Merlin grabbed an old mug and filled it to the brim with whatever type she had made.
Guinevere jolted back to reality, then gave a slight grin. Gwen made a low whistle and shook her head, curly brown hair flopping onto her face. He rejected me. You know that as well as I do. Gwen recoiled, surprise etched on her face. When was this? If this had happened five months ago, Merlin knew he would have broken down.
That pain had long since dulled. Still, he patted her shoulder and leaned into it. After a small beat of silence, Gwen released her grip slightly. She gave a frustrated sigh. Guinevere whipped out her phone with a flourish. In her hand was a photo, one of Merlin and Arthur dancing together. It was really good quality for a mobile phone camera.
Arthur was watching him do so with a soft smile. He had seen a smile like that before. Carefully, he took out his own mobile to find an old picture of his parents his mother sent him an age ago. With a shaking hand, he put the two photos side by side. His phone fell to the floor with a crash. Gwen only chuckled. Merlin snapped out of his shocked stupor. She swiped the screen to show a second one. This one, Arthur was dipping him, their faces an exact mirror of longing.
Now, finish your tea and go back to your boy. The second time Merlin awoke, soft rays of golden light flooded the room. Merlin was honestly impressed he was able to do that in his sleep.
Sure, he was lighter than most their age, but still. Arthur was a fucking octopus, it turned out. He was also awake, clearly pretending to be otherwise. Gwen, it turns out, was right. He gave the blond a gentle kick. Arthur sat straight up, face burning it was so endearing, he almost blushed watching it. He cursed, rubbing at the spot.
Arthur cackled, strolling into the closet. He made to throw it to him as well, but stopped for a moment. For a split second, Merlin wondered in horror if he put that photo as his Home Screen or his Lock Screen Dad disappeared a year and three months later.
Merlin sighed. Merlin leaned against the wall with a sigh. Close call. And they were talking about… something, and gesturing to a needle.
I shook my head no because I was already in so much pain. Arthur snickered around a mouthful of food. Gwen simply shook her head.
Guinevere scoffed. I thought you loved me, dear brother. Morgana stuck her tongue out at her stepbrother. Morgana ignored him. Are you ready to become the lead role of the most anticipated theatre production since Into the Woods? Both Merlin and Arthur flushed a deep red. The blond chuckled. An hour out from opening, and Arthur was still on book. He had done his homework, but the last few scenes were still… rough. The warm rays of the early summer sun streamed through the slots in the boards, casting light across their faces as they sat leaned up against two adjacent support poles.
This is your fault. Arthur hurriedly marked it in his script, then paused. You wanted to make it gay, so I just sorta figured. Merlin all but bolted from the conversation. Gwen waved to him from the path to Theatre storage, and he rushed to her side.
She shook her head in amusement. Gwen burst out laughing. With a cheeky grin, he opened his phone to reveal… a detailed map of middle earth in place of the photo. She opened her phone and cursed slightly under her breath. The photos were gone: Merlin had gotten a hold of it while she was talking to Director Kilgharrah.
It was simply a plain red bandana, no markings. Blame Morgana, she has a good reason for it. Her dark hair was pulled back into a messy bun on the top of her head, and a pair of delicate silver glasses perched on the bridge of her nose.
She wore a deep purple button up blouse, and her makeup was just as sharp as usual. The only thing that gave it away was the solid black sling that held up her arm and the way she would wince slightly now and then. Morgana snorted. Merlin scoffed. The door opened from the changing room down the hall.
Those thoughts vanished as the Blond stepped into view. Arthur looked stunning. The black slacks they choose for him were form fitting, complete with tall boots. His only consolation was the fact Arthur was staring back at him. Mithian broke the silence. Give him the jacket, though. Arthur gave a rather undignified squawk. The long black coat rested a few inches above his ankles. He began to flatten out the collar, but Mithian slapped his hand away. Collar stays just like that. Merlin suddenly had to focus very hard on breathing right.
Gwen, who had just exited her own dressing room when did she get here? Coat suits you. I, uh, love the scarf. Gwen gave a little curtsy, her pink and white embroidered gown flouncing ever so slightly. Mithian rolled her eyes. Morgana cuffed him upside the head. Nerves spiked as the audience began to file into the seating area.
Merlin watched curiously, taking mental notes of who to watch for. Gaius and Hunith sat beside Uther Gaius being a personal friend of his chatting easily, while many of their classmates sat scattered across the audience. They both silenced instantly. Merlin watched them with soft eyes as she sat beside her girlfriend, pulling her head into her lap and stroking her dark brown curls.
He was so proud of them. They were so happy together, and after all the hardship they endured they deserved it. Uther cast him a glare. Thank heavens I have one sensible child. As soon as he was out of sight and earshot, Arthur nearly went red with fury. A dark look clouded his bright blue eyes. He does this all the time. I leave at the end of the summer.
He has nothing over me. The flashing stadium lights gave the signal for the show to begin. Keep your head, yeah? Merlin stood in place in the right wing beside Lancelot, who started the show as Marcellus. The lights faded fully from the stage, and Lancelot grabbed his hand. The lights rose back to full, and the play began. The first half went off without a hitch to the great relief of everyone.
The audience of opening night was better than they dared to hope, always laughing at the jokes and caring about the characters. Backstage moral was high as they came to the final three scenes. After a few seconds, Arthur would enter from stage left and they would have a small reunion. No big deal. Which, of course, is why Merlin was baffled when Arthur came up to him during intermission and apologized in advance.
Why did he do it? A slight sense of dread began to grow in the pit of his stomach. Would he? None of it made sense. Percy and Morgause exited along with the others, and Merlin donned the long black coat and took a fortifying breath. If Arthur messed this up, Merlin would kill him. Or perhaps Morgana would. It used to be her part, after all.
He took his place on the edge of the scaffolding, unfolding the note and pretending to read it. The last rays of light light the sky aflame with reds and oranges. The sound of hurried footsteps drew his attention as Arthur hurried up the steps. His red shirt hung awkwardly off his frame where the laces pulled loose, and the crown on his head dangled to one side.
It was unfairly attractive, but Merlin forced himself to stay focused. They met half way. Arthur threw his arms around his waist, nearly hauling him off his feet.
Merlin nearly froze with shock. Backstage, the cast erupted in cheers and applause. Merlin could feel Arthur grinning into the kiss. As soon as it began, it was over. Arthur pulled away breathless, lips slightly bruised. His mother was grinning from ear to ear. Before they could get too distracted, Arthur grabbed his hand and pulled them offstage.
Did you see his face? He gave a weak smile. Just revenge. It was just revenge. Not that it made any difference to Morgana. She gave him a thumbs up. She glanced meaningfully at Uther, then back to Merlin. He gave a slight nod. Her smile faltered, replaced with a more pitiful look. He ignored the twinge in his chest as they went back on stage for the next scene. The remaining nerves from earlier made it difficult to bring tears to his eyes, but he managed. They had done well: Half the audience was stifling sobs behind their hands.
Go, bid the soldiers shoot. With surprising ease, Merlin hoisted the blond up bridal style and carried him off stage. Once out of sight, Arthur lifted his head. The first chords of bows blared over the speakers.
The ensemble rolls went first: Lords and ladies, messengers, soldiers, sailors, and other nonspeaking rolls. There were twelve or so total, bowing in small groups of four. The players who also played the clowns and gravediggers went next, all flamboyant colors and big hair. Merlin did not envy them. You hurriedly walked down the large staircase, excitement clear in your step, you got inside the car and gave a quick hello to the driver. After giving your instructions you pressed the button to lift the divider between the driver and the backseat, needing to be alone.
Was it gonna be awkward? I mean you did call him yesterday late at night crying so what if he thought you were weird? No, no, this was Hikaru, your best friend since your first year of high school, everything was gonna be fine.
You stepped into the cafe and scanned the place, 6 years and nothing had changed. Still the same old tall bookshelves lined the walls. The same paintings on the walls, and just like you remembered, peace and quiet.
Since the cafe was a bit old fashioned it tended to attract an older crowd, old people just trying to enjoy their coffee and adults in their 30s that wanted a quiet place to work. While you continued to examine the room, lost in your own world, you felt a pair of slender hands on your shoulders and heard a familiar voice coming from behind you. At first you were startled but then you quickly turned around to face the voice and there he was. Tall, mischievous smile and wild hair, Hikaru Hitachiin in the flesh.
You stood there with your arms wrapped around his neck in silence for a couple more seconds. You stood there slightly embarrassed, heat rising to your cheeks while Hikaru looked like he might burst out laughing. You decide to grab a table at the very back of the cafe, away from everyone else. After you sit down Hikaru strikes a conversation.
How are you and Kaoru doing? Cute boy he met at an art gallery. Man were you seriously gonna let me starve? Typical Ootori. You both ordered and paid separately, since you knew you would argue over who would pay the bill. After you both received your food you sat down to eat, while you ate you reminisced about the past and talked about all the trouble you used to get into back in the day.
Before you could elaborate a middle aged man came up to your table and asked if he could borrow one of your chairs for his daughter, seeing that you were both already finished with your food you told him he could have the chairs and got up to leave. You never feel unloved in your relationship. Birthday - What do they do to celebrate your birthday?
What is the thing you need to do to make them happy on their birthday? Are they good at giving gifts? Him and Missy have a little tradition of breakfast in bed so that is still in place once you become apart of the family.
His ideal birthday would be spending the day with his two favorite girls. You three head to his favorite breakfast spot then back home to open gifts. The day is spent doing whatever he chooses as he is the birthday boy. Marcus is surprisingly good at gift giving. Marcus was nervous as hell on your first date. It was just a simple dinner date at a nicer restaurant downtown. Missy likes to joke that he changed his tie about four times before leaving the house that night.
He stuttered and apologized the whole first half before you laid your hand on his and told him to relax. After your second date was when he finally let his true personality come out. The witty and charming Marcus Moreno was all you got from then on. It was slower than most of your relationships and you knew a big part of that was because he had Missy.
Yes and no. When you first got together he was a bit awkward with the flirting, not wanting to cross a line and come off too aggressive. Touching and kissing constantly, giving you compliments every chance he could. He still does btw.
You went on a work trip for 4 days and you had Missy texting and begging for you to go home by the second afternoon. At the beginning of your relationship, yes. He simply reaches over and grabs your hand in his and gives you a look that relaxes you. Your first kiss was after your second date. You had to make the first move as he was still too shy at that point. You two stood outside your apartment, talking about how good the movie was. Marcus had said goodnight and turned around, but you were quick to grab his arm and turn him back to you.
Once your lips met, he was hooked. Light up - What do they do to make you feel better after a rough day? How can you lighten their mood? Marcus is always stressed, whether he shows it or not.
Sometimes he just needs to vent and get everything out. It takes you and Missy lovingly bullying him into resting for at least a day and taking medication. The color yellow reminds him of you. Sunshine and sunflowers; everything bright reminds him of your smile and personality.
Brown is his color to you. He always makes you feel safe and cared for. Partners - Are they looking for flings, one night stands, partners to be with until their last breath? What makes them fall for you? Neither of you were looking for anything serious when you started going out. Of course you wanted more and thankfully so did he. Quarrels - How is it to have a fight with them? What do they do to make you forgive them? What do you do to make them forgive you? If it does get to that point though, the arguments are never loud or with nasty words.
They're hushed, usually in the kitchen late at night or in his office. He sighs a lot and you mumble under your breath. Marcus straight up apologizes, he hates seeing the tears in your eyes and how you keep your distance from him. Absolutely nothing. Marcus will try to work in his home office while you clean up the house and Missy locks herself away in her room, but the soft patter of the rain and the gloomy overcast makes him lose concentration.
He finds it very relaxing and therapeutic. No, not really. For being as shy as he was in the beginning, Marcus is kind of an open book. In the end, you explain why you kept the secret and he forgives you without question. He teases you in every way he can, honestly. He is very much a kid at heart so he loves teasing you in the most innocent ways. Also, loves you teasing you in not so innocent ways.
U-turns - What can transform your relationship in a good or bad way? What scares them off? Missy not liking you. That was the one thing that made or broke your relationship. Voicing - How hard is it for them to talk about their feelings? How do they tell you that they love you for the first time? Marcus is open about a lot of things, his own emotions and feelings though, are a different story.
It was obvious he was into you, there was no doubt about that. He just found it hard to move onto another woman after losing his wife. You two are at your place for a movie night and just as you sit down next to him with a bowl of popcorn on your lap, he blurts it out.
Marcus is a difficult sleeper. Moving around constantly, stealing blankets, snoring, the works. It takes him a while to actually fall asleep cause his mind is always nonstop.
He always wakes up before you though. He is a tease after all. Waking up in your husbands arms is always amazing. Just look at him. Yeah, probably. Namjoon was in the studio with Yoongi and Hoseok going over the last listen to a song before deciding that it would be the finished product. And it was obvious because of the stupid smile on his face.
This song reminds me of when we're intimate It's so amazing, we don't do it every day, but every time we do it's just God, it's the most perfect thing.
Namjoon wasn't one to share such private stuff like this so randomly He knew how to get boys off plenty fine but women were different. Taehyung and Jimin were also in the room on their phones while they waited for a stylist to come in and fix up their hair and makeup. Just, don't be too rough, if you can, use your tongue they like that a lot Makes them squirm Buck their hips Makes her very wet But she gets even louder when I start to fuck her I've gotta roll your hips in slow at first because it's so sensitive but after she gets used to it I can really fuck her however I want Jimin and Taehyung just laughed at how shy the two of them could get.
Yoongi was tired of everyone asking about his secret girlfriend. They wanted to know who she was but they'd settle for their sex life. He knew they would And she wouldn't care She was a bit of a slut for Yoongi, so she certainly wouldn't care, especially since she had suggested public sex at one point Yeah this was fine.. But also She had told him to tell them so they'd be jealous Yoongi was actually the once hesitating in saying. So everyone was enjoying drinks "okay, I can't tell you her name or show you anything important like what she looks like but Only the maknae line really expressed their frustration.
Namjoon just seemed to quietly be jealous. Hoseok was with Jimin and Yoongi and Jungkook when they were all a little drunk talking about random shit, some inappropriate as well. Fuck like animals? It makes me proud to know I'm making her feel so good," he chuckled with a fond look on his face before looking up and seeing Jungkook was suddenly falling asleep from drinking too much, but his cheeks were rosy red.
Jimin didn't even ask, he sat down and started explaining the situation. Yoongi and Namjoon were just disappointed that they had to listen to this. Jungkook was red, so fucking red. So here Taehyung was, Jimin behind him to make sure he did it. All hyungs were present when Taehyung spoke up. And by the end of it Jimin was holding in his laughter as much as he could.
Namjoon was the first to speak up. All of Jungkook's hyungs were teasing him, making fun of Jungkook but not in a hurtful way. But they did it every day, teasing Jungkook about being a baby and being a virgin and what not.
And Jungkook was at his limit, tonight at dinner introducing his girlfriend to his band family and they say all this. Jungkook is upset and you noticed right away, but it was too late to do anything because he was already speaking. I'm anything but a virgin, in fact, we've had so much sex in the past week it could be spanned out to three weeks once every day," your eyes widened and you blushed deeply, everyone at the table suddenly quiet and looking at the two of you.
That was way too much informatioknto share in the first place but The reactions off his hyung's faces definitely made it worth it to Jungkook. You were sure all the members did because That's just what boys do when they're presented with a sexual thought. The rest of the members apologized to Jungkook as well, and that made Jungkook smile and contonue eating happily again. Now he was a big boy A man in his hyung's eyes.
He made himself proud. He made his hyungs proud. Corpse was panicking, his heart beating in his chest as his legs moved him one part of his secret room to the other. He wanted to speak with you more, he enjoyed the slightly pessimistic but still loveable personality you have, the voice changer being something he was curious about.
Why did you wear it? Do you really hate your voice? Or did something happened and now you are ashamed of it or were you more concerned about keeping the anonymity of your presence? The possibilities were endless and so the kind of message he wants to send you. Should he say just hi? Should he introduce himself in a longer paragraph?
Should he just His mind inclined towards that more: I mean if she doesn't like memes, she isn't the one. You woke up with a startle when your phone decided to go off. You swore beneath your breath, your joints popping as you reach for your phone placed on the desk in front of you. Didi wasn't with you and right now you were too tired to care for it. You moved your hair out of your face hissing when part of it tugged on your piercings. Your eyes leaking from the pain. You puffed your cheeks and closed your eyes when your head made the unfortunate contact with your bed frame, it seemed today was not your day.
You hoped this was the real Corpse not some fan account who tried to masquerade as him, last thing you need was some stranger to invade your private accounts. You didn't made an account just for ghost since you didn't want to start a channel anyway. You have a lot on your plate between organising the festival and your numerous assignments, you didn't have the mental capacity and energy to entertain a mass of people even thought the idea interested you.
But leaving Corpse unanswered was a crime so you started to dig up through memes that will be matching his response. Corpse in the meantime was freaking out, cursing at himself for thinking you wanted to chat with him. You already were a reserved person how dare he disturb your peace, how dare he comes in your DMs to only message you a lame ass-. His heart melted for a bit but wait Does that His hands shook in excitement, the smile in his face growing that means you probably liked him enough to continue to chat with him and he couldn't be more eager to.
Okay, pineapple boy. I mean I don't personally like pineapples, I think I might be allergic to them actually but still Man, now I crave a bowl of peaches. Motherfuckers planning a milk farm. You sighed as you imagine him laughing, your knees melting everytime you heard him chuckle incoherently when he fails to swipe the card. Someone so precious,damn you need to be illegal.
You bit your thumb's nail,did you? I mean sure but your nerves were already extended to the max. Yesterday you went through an anxiety attack, but You sighed loudly as you held the phone as if it was the anchor that kept you from floating away.
Smiling like an idiot. You remained silent as you held in the pain from hitting your right knee on the chair's holders. It was Corpse and he sounded excited,was it because of you? Nah, he is just in a better mood. You couldn't except the idea of someone loving you truthfully as more than a friend, you couldn't let yourself believe you are worthy of such love ,not from an angel like him. Auch, fir-ai tu de scaun!
It's just an object, a piece of furniture. You both laughed at the stupidity of the situation, you certainly didn't think that Corpse will be the one who will finally notice your ongoing drama with the chair.
Rae never mention anything about this and you even have an accent. I mean they are not wrong ,I have a gap in my teeth but still You hated how vulnerable you sounded but he loved it every second because it meant you trust him to show your nervousness with him. To show a version some bitches may find pathetic, but not him.
Never him. Now lead the way, gorgeous. I want to see just how flustered I can make you. The Adam's apple in his neck trembled as he swallowed his shock, the voice changer did nothing to hide the flirtation and mischief in your tone. It only accentuated them. That's how you do it! Man ,Corpse I wish I could high five you. You jumped back into your chair, basking in his sounds of happiness and the sounds of disappointment of the others.
Anyway ,guys, I seriously need to sleep tomorrow I have a huge lesson to attend to. You stretched, your legs and lower back hurting from sitting in the same crossed position for 2 and a half hours. Got me worried there for a second, I thought I did something wrong. Hope you liked the fourth part of the serie. If you have any questions, ask away. Memes are obviously not mine, I don't have the talent. I used google translate for the Italian btw.
Kayla was trying to piece everything together. You had spent some more time making out, and then you settled down to just watch some TV. Ugh, and he wants to take me on another date. As you close your eyes images of Harry underneath from before swarm your mind. You sit up to look at your friend. I love that he loves to cook. Stay here forever? You know my mom said she might fly out since she knows how long our spring break is. I told her how much I wanted to travel, and she said that sounded like a great idea and she might come and do the same.
Ugh, like, just leave me alone. Monday morning, Harry picks you up for class. You give him a kiss on the cheek before getting on the back of his moped. Now more than ever he started to realize just how much he liked the way you wrapped your arms around his waist to hang on tight, or the way your thighs would squeeze around his hips if he was going too fast.
He stops off at the cafe you like so you can both get a coffee, and then off to class you go. Every Monday after class you would sit with outside under a tree that had perfect shade so he could tutor you. You had trouble concentrating most days because you really liked the way the foreign language sounded coming from his lips.
Harry smiles. Your accent was getting better. He used to laugh at the way your American accent sounded as you spoke the language. Sei eccitato per il nostro prossimo appuntamento? You were talking too fast.
Harry leans in and kisses you lightly on your soft lips. Every time it kissed you it felt like a dream. They have a test kitchen there where you can make your own pizza. You were nervous for your test. There were a few reading and writing parts you knew you were fine with, but when your professor hit play on the recordings you had to listen to, you panicked.
You were only able to pick up one half of what was said. She would replay it a couple of times, and you were able to write down an answer of some sort. He looks over at you and winks. You smile and look back down at your paper. You close your eyes as you listen to the recordings.
Somehow it helps you concentrate a little more. You get through your test. I took French in high school, and the same thing would happen. The recordings are just too fast. Would you wanna come? He leans and kisses you before going his separate way.
He made you swoon more than he could ever know. Normally when you were casually seeing someone, you wanted to know when the DTR talk was going to be. You were just having fun being with him, and getting to know him. You thought it was sweet that he would kiss you hello and goodbye, and hold your hand when he could. He was a nice boy.
You and Kayla get dressed up for going out. You decide on a pair of skinny jeans a crop top, and she goes for a dress. You were usually invited to the same things, thank god. You were excited to see him. She knocks on the door, and his roommate, Marco, answers. You both walk in. There were other people hanging around, drinking, just hanging out. After a few drinks and a few games, you all head out to the downtown area to go dancing. You and Kayla had been out with this group a couple of times, so you both felt really safe.
You mostly stuck with Harry, he was a phenomenal dancer. Nights lasted longer in Italy. Harry was walking you and Kayla back to your place around four in the morning. How you were supposed to function for all your Thursday classes you had no idea. One of his hands move to cup your cheek. The kiss deepens, only slightly, and then he pulls away. Thursday afternoon you had a FaceTime date with your parents. You were filling them in on how classes were going.
I got the text about dinner, so I gotta go. Around 10AM the next morning, Harry picks you up on his moped. He was wearing jean shorts and a white t-shirt. You could clearly see his tattoos through it. You opted for a pair of green shorts a black tank top. He hands you your helmet, and you hop on.
It took a little over an hour to get there, but it was a nice ride. You got to see more of the country side. You felt so lucky that Harry had picked you as his America crush.
There were a few men hanging around some barrels, pulling the cheese. Harry leads you over to the sinks so you can wash your hands. He does most of the talking with the men, and they lead you over to your own barrel. You watch as Harry sticks his hands in, basically wraps a knot around and pulls the mozzarella cheese apart. He sticks the cheese into a bowl provided by the men. Your face heats up.
You stick your hands in, but you have a tougher time with it. He was clearly a pro. He chuckles softly as he watches you struggle. He puts his hands over yours, just as he had done with the dough, and helps you pull the cheese. Come on, we got all we need, now we can go in and make the pizza. You follow him inside. You both put aprons and wash your hands again.
You mix the wet and dry ingredients together, and hand it over to Harry. He throws some flour down on the counter and hands you a rolling pin. He explains the proper way to press and roll on the dough. Once again, he needs to help you. He goes around you, puts his hands over yours, and rolls the dough with you. He lifts the dough and puts it over his fists. He throws the dough in the air and your eyes widen when it lands back down on his fists. You had never actually seen someone do it in person before.
You take the dough from him, and do exactly as he had done. You laugh when it lands back down on your fists. You take turns spinning it before Harry sets it on the wooden paddle. I thought we could do it margarita style. Would you like that? You take a video as he puts the dough in the brick oven. It was impressive. Harry grabs the cheese you had pulled and has you slice it up.
He works on slicing up some tomatoes and grabbing some fresh basil. No overly processed garbage. Should only need another ten minutes, babe. Another pet name. You simple nod at him. He strategically places everything on the dough, and back in the oven it goes.
You both work to clean everything up. I wanna be a guidance counselor I think. I certainly liked you right away. He sets it on a tray to let it cool. You grab a slice and blow on it. He watches as you take your first bite.
You close your eyes and moan. You both finish up the food, and head back to his moped. You were about fifteen minutes from campus when it started to lightly rain. He gets you over to his place and inside quick. You follow him into the familiar space. It was tidier than the last time you were there. He rummages through his dresser for something for the two of you to change into. His eyes grow wide as you take your wet tank top off. His eyes dip down for a moment to look at your breasts. Your bra had soaked through.
He makes eye contact with you and blushes. Harry steps towards you, wrapping his arms around you to pull you close, slotting his lips over yours. You were just trying to change, and you felt comfortable enough around him to not have the need to go down the hall to the bathroom.
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