Their lips were touching. Softly, delicately, like they didn't want to break the other. It was the kind of kiss Wednesday had only ever seen in movies, the ones where the love seemed so deep and all-consuming that it was borderline unrealistic. But here she stood, kissing Harry and feeling like he was the oxygen she needed to survive. It was like the moment her soul had waited 7 years for had finally come, and she wondered for a second if it was a dream.

She nearly whined as he broke the kiss, both of them breathing deeply. He moved his face away an inch, remnants of shock that she'd been the one to initiate it painting his expression. His eyes searched hers, darting between them in quick succession like he was searching for something. Regret maybe. But he didn't find any. He never would.

With one quick movement, he connected his lips to hers again, much more urgently this time. She inhaled sharply, the shock knocking the air from her lungs. Her hand instinctively pressed onto his chest as he gripped her hip, pulling her towards him. It was enough to make her feel faint. His lips caressed hers and they worked together in perfect unison, so integrated that she had no thoughts other than of wanting him. Her other hand snaked around his neck, finding the curls.

The only other time they'd kissed, they'd both been intoxicated. So drunk, that it had felt hazy and ethereal, like a figment of her imagination. That kiss had tasted like the vodka that lingered on their tongues. But this kiss tasted purely like him. And she was already addicted to it.

He continued to move his lips against hers hungrily, taking charge. They both breathed heavily between each kiss, like they'd rather go without air than pull away. His stubble tickled her upper lip and between that sensation and the complete and utter joy the moment was bringing her, a smile curled on her lips as they continued to kiss.

Once again, he broke the kiss, keeping their foreheads connected. They were almost panting with the effort as he looked to her eyes, her lingering smile forcing one to come up on his own lips.

"What are you smiling for?" he asked quietly, his hands placed onto her hips, pulling her lower body as close to him as possible.

"Your stubble's ticklish," she grinned, wrinkling her nose.

His eyes crinkled in amusement as he looked at her, his tongue darting out to lick his lips.

"I mean, do you want me to stop so I can go shave it or..." he asked, a hint of teasing in his voice.

"No, I don't want you to stop at all," she replied, crashing her lips to his once more as she balled fists of his t-shirt.

His hand came up to cup her cheek, gentle but firm and she got a familiar sense of déjà vu. The sound of the waves in the distance had been drowned out by sounds of their lips smacking and her own heartbeat pulsing in her ear. She wondered if his was going just as fast as hers, pounding through her chest to the point it might burst with overexertion.

She laced her fingers to his neck again, this time softly dragging her nails along the skin and earning a moan from him that vibrated against her. Every part of her was pulsing with want and she pushed her lower body closer to him, trying to feel anything to relieve the tension. She inhaled sharply when she felt him growing against her and knew the kiss was having the exact same effect on him.

A soft moan escaped her lips when he mirrored her actions, brushing his thigh between her legs and causing the tiniest bit of friction that made her feel crazy. His hands were wrapped around her, causing her back to arch and making her wrap her own arms around his neck. They were woven together to the point she didn't know where she ended, and he began.

When the throbbing within her was too much, too unbearable, she broke away, breathing heavily and hungrily. She brushed her nose against his, their foreheads still connected. And then, with a tone dripping with need, she spoke.

"I want you." A pause. "All of you."

His mouth parted at her words, a shaky breath escaping.

His eyes that had now completely lost any hint of green and were pure jet black, looked between her as his heavy breaths spilled out. Once again looking for signs of hesitation or regret. Pulling her hand back, she encouragingly caressed the nape of his neck, waiting for him to take the lead.

It didn't take long. In one swift movement, his lips were back on hers, as urgently as ever. Only this time he turned their bodies, backing her up against the cold metal of the railings. His hands found their way past her back, down under her bum and with one lift, he brought her up to sit on top it, guiding her legs around his waist. Before she could catch air, he thrust his hips forward, hitting her right where she wanted to be touched and making her break the kiss to moan into the air.

He didn't reconnect the kiss with her lips. Instead, he dove to the crease of her neck, nipping at the spot that always made her feel weak at the knees. Her hand tangled in his hair as he continued, whilst brushing the blazer off of her skin. It was cold outside in the moonlight, but under his kiss she felt like she was burning. Harry continued to trail a line of kisses over her collarbone, up her neck, just under her ear until she was sure she was seeing stars.

Then, he grabbed under her thighs again, reconnecting their lips before picking her up off of the railing so that he was carrying her. Turning, he walked quickly, their lips working in unison as she kept her arms wrapped around his neck, both of them smiling into the kiss. He stepped back into the threshold, his arms strong around her like she didn't weigh a thing. She usually hated when people tried to pick her up, hated the sensation of feeling like she was heavy, but he made it look so easy that it only made her kiss him harder.

There was an urgency in his steps as she heard the wood connecting with his trainers. He couldn't see where he was going, his eyes closed as their mouths connected, over and over again. Accidentally smacking his leg into a table, he mumbled a curse under his breathe, making her chuckle against his lips.

He turned and slowed down, dropping one of his hands from her thighs as her back made contact with a hard surface. He leant down, breaking the kiss for a second to open the door and when they entered, she realised they were in her bedroom.

Placing her down gently so her feet connected with the floor, they both kicked off their shoes as he walked her backwards towards the bed, his arms wrapped around her middle. Her fingers tangled in his curls, pulling and massaging. She felt lightheaded and she wasn't sure whether it was from the breathless kissing or that all the blood in her body seemed to have pooled in one region. Her head was swimming with him, her nostrils filled with his entire scent. Smokey vanilla.

Her fingers left his hair, dragging down his body to pull at the bottom of his tucked in tee, but his hands stopped her as she did. Breaking the kiss, he looked down to her, raggedly breathing as if stopping caused him pain.

"Are you drunk?" he asked, brows furrowed, looking deep into her eyes.

"No," she shook her head. "Are you?"

"No," he replied, seeming relieved. "I just wanted to check."

Instantly, his lips were on hers again and he released the hold on her fingers, letting her return to her previous actions. She grasped the white cotton tee, pulling it from out of his trousers and slowly dragging it up his body, revealing his toned stomach. The view of his tanned abs and tattooed skin was like seeing an intricate painting up close and as she got the last of the top over his head, she let her fingers trails over the soft skin. He tensed under her touch, letting her explore him in a way she never had before.

Before she could stop herself, she leaned forward and kissed the spot where his jaw met his neck, peppering kisses all the way down. He released a breath of pleasure, making her smirk into it. Immediately, her fingers found their way down his chest, trailing slowly enough to make him press against her leg. She looked down between them, her slightly shaky fingers undoing the button on his trousers and slowly unzipping. With one pull, they fell to the ground in a heap, all whilst Harry looked down at her breathlessly. She saw the bulge through the black boxers, an ache spreading between her legs.

In one swift movement, his hands found the back of her thighs, hoisting her up again as their mouths reconnected. He moved forward, placing his right knee onto the bed and then his left, inching forward until he was in the right space. And then, ever so gently, he placed her down on her back as he leant over her, keeping one hand on holding her thigh by his side and the other under her back.

Her heart was beating in her ears, thumping in her chest and between her legs. The sight of him above her, semi naked and powered by some type of primal urge meant she could already feel her own wetness. His lips left hers as he kept their foreheads connected, his hand reaching down to undo the button of her shorts. When they were loose, he tugged them down as she lifted her bottom half, shimmying out of them.

His hand brushed her other inner thigh, making her buck her hips instinctively. And then when he brushed his thumb over the material covering her core, her eyes rolled to the back of her head with a breathy moan. She noticed his smirk, the way he was enjoying watching her writhe at the slightest touch.

She'd never needed someone this much in her life. Not Patrick, not any of the others. If she didn't get him, she thought she might cry and so she wrapped her hand around his neck, pulling his lips down onto hers again. The sensation was so new and yet, she already knew it was her favourite feeling in the world. Kissing him.

His hands roamed around her back, seemingly searching for something. She felt him inhaling sharply as he continued to search blindly, until he frustratedly pulled away with his brows furrowed.

"How do you get this fucking thing off?" he asked, sitting up slightly and looking at her bodysuit like it was a rubix cube he couldn't crack.

She laughed at his frustration, biting her lip as she dipped her own hand between her legs. His eyes widened as he tried to understand what she was doing. But then the pop of buttons echoed around the room, the bottom section of it coming loose.

"It's a bodysuit, genius," she said breathlessly, smirking at the realisation washing over his face. He rolled his eyes, leaning forward.

"Shut up," he mumbled, kissing the crook of her neck as his fingers found the edge of the material and dipped under. Teasing her, like she'd done to him.

She knew that any second now, she was about to be exposed to him. She wasn't wearing a bra, only panties and felt a strike of nervous vulnerability spread throughout her.

After torturously dragging his fingers up her stomach, making every muscle tense and jerk under his touch, he reached the base of her breast. His hand moved further under the material, cupping her completely and she felt every thought leave her brain as he flicked his thumb over the most sensitive part, rubbing small circles that made her push up against him. She heard him breathe out into her skin, feeling his trail of wet kisses.

And then, his fingers moved back down to the edge of the material, pulling it up tortuously slow and making her lean forward so that it would come off over her head in one quick movement. She breathed quickly, nervous as it rose higher and higher, anticipation burning her. She felt the cold air of the room hit her chest and the material coming over her head, until finally she was face to face with him. His eyes flicked down to her chest, looking at them in awe until he looked back to her face and smiled.

"You're so beautiful," he said quietly, before reconnecting their lips and laying her back down.

If her heart hadn't been close to exploding before, it was now. She could feel the redness in her cheeks, the heat between her legs and the insane need to have all of him. But as lips pressed to the crook of her neck and his fingers trailed down her stomach, edging closer and closer to the place she wanted to be touched more than anywhere else, her eyes blinked open with something she needed to ask.

"Harry," she said breathlessly, stopping his hand with her own. He looked up at her, concern painting his features.

"What? Is everything okay?"

She looked between his eyes, needing to know something before she could carry on. Before she gave herself to him fully and completely. A decision there was no coming back from.

"Will you...will you regret this in the morning?"

Silence fell between them as her question registered with him. His tongue darted out to wet his lips as he looked between her scared eyes, realising that she wanted an answer.

He shook his head firmly.

"Never. Will you?"

Wednesday's face softened, her entire body feeling like it could melt in his arms right there. She shook her head and repeated his own word.

"Never."

They smiled at each other before he leant back down and gently kissed her, moving his mouth against hers in a way that wasn't too slow or too fast. It was just perfect. She inhaled against him, feeling their bare chests touching, her fingers grasping at his back.

He left her lips, kissing just by the side of her mouth. And then her jaw. And her neck. His kisses followed in a line, one after the other and she felt her heart bursting at the gesture, whining slightly in ecstasy. He manoeuvred himself further down between her legs as he continued the trail, working his way between her breasts.

And then he strayed from the course, moving over to her left breast and licking a strip over the most sensitive part, causing her back to arch from the bed as she silently gasped. He sucked on it gently, her head lolling back in pleasure and when she felt him nibble ever so slightly, she was scared she might lose control there and then from the throbbing between her legs. Quickly he moved to the other, repeating the same action as his hand was hooked around the back of her thigh, keeping her legs parted. She squirmed, bucking her hips to feel any sort of friction, any release.

Then, to drag out the intense burning between her legs, he licked a long stripe down her torso, from her sternum down and over her belly button. As he got lower and lower, she felt the sweat on her forehead begin to form, flustered from his teasing. His hands began working up her thighs, rubbing tight circles, gripping the flesh.

He was getting closer and closer to her as her fingers weaved through his hair, gripping for any sort of leverage. Licking the last of the stripe, his tongue met the material of her underwear. His fingers slowly wrapped around the top of her panties and at this point, she was ready to beg. Looking up, his eyes connected with hers and she was sure he saw the desperation on her face, her cheeks flushed with need. Smirking, he looked back down and began to drag them off of her slowly.

She felt them peel back, the material finally freed from her as he leant back and pulled them down her legs, throwing them to a far corner before sitting back. Her entire body was exposed to him now, her most private area only inches from his face and she was breathing so heavily for what was about to happen, that she wondered if she should have a puff of his inhaler first.

Her eyes rolled back when he rubbed his thumb over her, feeling him spread her own wetness over her. She bucked her hips up, desperate for more contact.

Touching his thumb to her again, he began to rub slow, intentional circles over her clit that made her head loll back and entire body squirm. She knew it wouldn't take long for her to reach her high, the way she was already feeling so much from his simple action.

When he stopped the circling, she nearly shouted out in frustration. But before she could look up, she felt a finger push inside of her with no resistance. She moaned loudly, biting her lip to stop herself from screaming. And then as he pulled out, he added another finger, pushing back in, filling her out even more.

She noticed him looking down at the view, a mixture of amazement and lust coating his face.

He worked slowly, keeping a simple rhythm.

When it already felt like she was nearing her high, when the tension was building at a rapid pace, his head dipped down, his tongue connecting with her. An animalistic moan escaped her at the sensation of him working every part of her core. He began to flick his tongue, sucking and circling in a way she'd never felt in her life.

Oral sex had never done it for her before—or at least, that's what she'd always thought until now, with his mouth causing her all-kinds pleasure.

"Fuck," she cried, unable to keep quiet.

At that, he began to pick up the pace, his fingers dipping in and out of her quickly, curling to hit the right spot. She felt breathless, like the air was sucked from her lungs. Her hands gripped his hair tightly as she listened to him pant, breathing heavily as his mouth worked its magic on her.

And then, she felt it building. Her orgasm. It built in her pelvis, increasing with each continued action. Her hands gripped his hair tighter as she moaned.

She looked down at the sight, seeing him between her legs and getting an intense sense of déjà vu. It was just like her dream. Only a thousand times better. And just when the pressure in her had come to the edge, Harry looked up, his darkened eyes connecting with hers as he kept his mouth on her. And it was enough to push her over into the abyss.

Rolls of pleasure washed over her as she gasped for breath, seeing stars above her. No-one had ever made her feel this euphoric, this free. She yelled his name in a choked breath, gripping his hair so tightly he grunted.

He slowed down moments later, letting her roll out the last moments of the high, her body still shaking slightly from it. His mouth left her, and he crawled back up to where she laid. Before he could say anything, she crashed her lips to his desperately, ready to feel him even more.

She didn't need to say anything, he could tell from the way she was parting her legs wider and pulling his body as close to hers as she could possibly be.

He pulled his boxers down, wasting no time as he sat back, positioning himself right. They kissed like teenagers who couldn't get enough of each other, passionately and lingering. Wednesday didn't mind—it felt like the accumulation of all the years she'd wanted to do it had finally come to a crescendo.

Harry looked up, over to where his trousers were, then to the door and finally back down to her with furrowed brows.

"Do you have a—"

"I'm on birth control," she replied, knowing the question before he finished it.

A relieved expression came over his face. And it was like they both realised that there were no hurdles left to face. Nothing stopping them from the next, final step.

Gently, he leant down and connected his lips to hers, massaging in an agonisingly slow way.

He shifted on the bed, getting the right positioning. As he looked down, she swallowed back her own nerves, feeling her heartbeat in her throat.

"Ready?" he asked her, a final chance for her to back out.

But she didn't.

Instead, she nodded in anticipation.