#wycyf

"We have time," she says, adjusting her head slightly. Her hair is longer now than it has been in years, falls in soft waves over her shoulders, catches easily between her neck and the sofa as she lies beneath him. He smiles playfully, catching her lips in his before slowly moving them down her neck. Her fingers move through his fair hair, biting her lip to stop herself from groaning at the feel of his stubble on her throat. This all feels too good. It's new and exciting, they've never gotten this far before and they're on the sofa in the middle of the day and she really should be doing work; but he makes her mind go fuzzy and her knees go weak and the thought of doing anything but what they are right now suddenly seems ridiculous.

She feels her body shiver as his hands make their way under her shirt, pulling it over her head with ease before bringing his kisses over her chest and down to her torso. She reaches down, tugs at the material still clinging to his top half, wordlessly letting him know she needs to feel his skin on hers, needs their bellies and chests to be pressed together. He breathes out a chuckle before sitting up slightly and throwing the shirt behind him. The sound of a crash has them freezing, eyes popping, jaws slacking ... he's definitely just knocked something over, and shit. She’ll have to clean up before everyone arrives home. 

"Oops,” he chuckles.

She giggles. Actually giggles, which she finds weird, because she doesn’t think she’s made a sound akin to that since she was little and even then it was only ever really her dad who could make her do so. Maybe Henry has made her produce that noise too at some point over the years, too. "Don't worry about it," she says, bringing his mouth back down to meet hers.

She isn't sure how much time goes by as they kiss and fumble and tug at each other's remaining clothes. A heated frenzy, the heaviest make-out session they’ve indulged in maybe ever ... it has her face feeling flushed, has anticipation pooling in her belly and goosebumps rising over her skin with every touch because one of his hands is splayed across her ribs and oh god ... they really have never gone this far before. She pulls away for a moment, meets his warm smile as he rubs his nose against hers tenderly and feels herself chuckle softly. She will never be as happy as she is right now, she decides, lying under his soft, warm body feeling her heart pound against her chest and staring into his blue eyes.

"I love you." The words escape her mouth before she can swallow them back down. She is nervous and vulnerable now; suddenly painfully aware that she’s only wearing a bra and her jeans. She's never said those words to him before, but she doesn’t take them back. Those words may well be new to her vocabulary around him, but it doesn’t mean they aren’t genuine.

She watches for his reaction. Watches as he pulls his face back from hers just slightly, as a broad grin springs to his features and he repeats back with ease, "I love you too.” He leans back in, brushing his lips against hers in a manner that seemed too gentle for his height and muscle, and relief courses through her body. He’s said it back. She grins into his kiss, feels her heart swell as she wraps her arms around his neck - not an easy feat when she’s wedged between his body and the back of the couch, but she’s manages after a second of fidgeting.  

The heat between them begins to rise again, different this time though, because it isn't just a physical longing she has anymore. They are in love with one another. She can’t stop her smile through their kisses, completely lost in everything about him, and nothing could pull him from her embrace now, nothing can stop this overwhelming feeling she has that this is just right. Their breathing gets heavier and his hands grow more daring. Her eyes pop open when his fingers reach the band of her jeans and-