Shiver

Shiver


“Mmmm…” Layla snuggled down further into the arms that were wrapped around her waist. After Harry had brought her to climax, he had pulled her close, kissing her gently and pulling Layla’s dark blue comforter around them as he held her.

“Good morning…” Layla grumbled something that slightly resembled ‘shut the fuck up.’ Harry looked at the bedside table and at the alarm clock. “Would you like to know what time it is?” he asked, rather cheerfully for the ungodly hour.

“What ever time is, I'm pretty sure you’re too peppy about it.” She grumbled into his chest.

“That I am. It is currently three forty-two am.” Layla groaned.

“If it’s that early and you’re this cheerful, why the hell haven’t you given me coffee?” she lifted her head off of Harry’s chest to glare accusingly at him.

“Because, luv, I haven’t been given the chance to get up and make coffee for this ungodly hour because someone was pinning me down to the bed.” He tightened his grip and Layla smiled.

“You know, if it meant getting me my damn coffee, I would have let you push me off you to go make it…”

“I know… I just didn’t want to let you go.” Harry kissed the top of her head and turned on his side, pulling Layla slightly under him.

“Now, and I don’t know about you, but I'm still tired as hell and I would like to get more sleep.”

“Ditto.” Layla quickly stretched her arms over her head, then wormed back down into the comforter as Harry laid his head on her chest, gently kissing her chest.

“And it’s only fair that I get to use you as my pillow, seeing as how you’ve used me as yours for the past few hours.”

“Yup, I have no problem with that. Now lie down and shut up, lover boy.” Harry smiled and wound his arms underneath Layla’s waist and moved down the bed.

“What’re you doing?”

“I think I'm gonna use your stomach as a pillow. After all, ‘tis a nice place to sleep.” Layla rolled her eyes then squealed as Harry blew a raspberry over her belly button.

“Stop! Stop! Stop!” she shrieked.

“Now we both know that, that won’t help you. After all, no one is here but us. I can torture you with raspberries all I want.” He blew another one, this one under her navel.

“Ah! Please! Harry, I'm begging you!”

“You can beg prettier than that…” Layla tried to push Harry off of her with her feet, but he grabbed her hips and settled himself firmly between her thighs, pinning her legs down with his arms.

“I will not have you trying to kick me and accidentally hitting me in a place that does not like getting hit.” Layla bucked her hips, trying to get Harry to let go of one of her legs. Harry sat up slightly; raising her hips off the bed a bit and gave her a light smack on her arse.

“Try that again and I’ll hit you harder, Layla.” Layla stopped her struggles and threw her arms over her head.

“Fine, I’ll try to be good, but please don’t tickle me! You know I can’t stand that!”

“Oh, I know. Trust me I know.”

“Harry… what are you gonna do?”

“Oh, you’ll find out soon enough.” Harry leaned down, placing his weight on his elbows next to Layla’s head. He stared into her eyes, silently asking permission. She wound her arms around his neck with her answer. Harry leaned down further, touching his lips to hers. He flicked his tongue against her lips, meeting hers as she opened her mouth.

Harry moaned and pressed his body flush against her, chuckling softly when Layla gasped, feeling his hardness against her stomach. Harry kissed down her jaw, moving along her neckline. He nipped and kissed at the juncture where collarbone met with neck.

Layla pushed Harry up for a moment, bringing her leg up and winding it around his waist, pulling him back down. He bit down a little bit harder then he intended to, but repeated the action when Layla gasped and bucked up against him.

“So you like being bit, do you? I think I'm gonna have some fun with this…”


A/N: so... whatcha think?