Wednesday wasn't sure where her body ended, and Harry's began. They were a drunk mess of limbs, twisted together as they tried to navigate their way down the seemingly never-ending hallway that led to their hotel room, backwards as they both refused to detach their lips from one another. The sound of their frenzied breathes and drunk moans filled the otherwise silent air as Harry carried her, keeping her legs firmly wrapped around his waist.

Her red lipstick had smeared onto his face, somewhat comically making him look like the joker, but neither of them had time to laugh about it. The need that clawed at their insides was too strong to pay attention to anything else other than the purely primal part of their brains.

Wednesday felt Harry stop as they continued to kiss, fumbling in his pocket for the key. A sober mind would have found it in a few seconds, but after 30 seconds Harry frustratedly broke the kiss, looking back to his back pocket.

"Where the fuck is that fucking key?" he said, full of pent-up frustration.

To give her mouth something to do whilst Harry searched around his pockets with one hand, Wednesday kissed the spot under his jaw. She then trailed another kiss to the soft spot under his ear. And then, with a mischievous smirk, she flicked her tongue over his lobe, before lightly nibbling down on the spot.

Victory became her when she heard his moan, almost pained that he couldn't enjoy the sensation fully.

"Fucking finally," he said, pulling the white key out and swiping it across the door.

It flashed green and he wasted no time in opening it up, walking them across the threshold and into the dark room. The door slammed shut behind them and Harry reattached his lips to hers, walking forward towards the general direction of the bed.

Their inhales were the only thing Wednesday could hear—that and her own rapid heartbeat in her ear. That was until the sharp sound of Harry's knee connecting with the dresser. His lips disconnected from hers as a pained groan left his lips.

"Cunt!" he yelled into the air, unmoving as his eyes clenched in pain.

Wednesday bit her lip, stifling her laugh as she looked down to him, stationary in his arms.

"You do know you can put me down if you want to?" she asked.

In the darkness she could just about make out the silhouette of his face, occasionally getting flashes of his features if a streak of moonlight through the crack in the curtains hit him.

"No, no, I'm fine," he said, too stubborn for his own good. "Just kiss me again."

She didn't need to be asked twice. Her lips found his easily and just as hungrily as before, tasting the remnants of the tequila.

Throwing her bag to the faraway corner of her room, she tangled her fingers into his hair, smiling drunkenly into the kiss. He shuffled forwards, more cautiously than before so as not to bang into anything again and when his feet made contact with the bottom of the bed, he turned and sat on the edge so that she was straddling his lap.

His lips worked quickly, furiously as he dipped and planted hot kisses along her neck, almost like he was trying to make sure no part of her skin was untouched. She breathed quickly into the air, her head tilted back to allow him all the space he needed whilst her fingers pushed the jacket from his shoulders, sliding it down his arms.

Sucking on the crook of her neck, she reacted by grinding her hips forward, both of them moaning at the contact. There was no time to savour the actions or go slow. It was like they needed that one thing, to be connected and joined to each other, and they were competing in a race to see how fast they could get to it.

His hands pulled the leather jacket somewhat unceremoniously from her arms and his fingers were positioned ready to pull the top over her head. That was until the loud ringing of his phone forced them apart, both panting and needy.

Mumbling curses under his breath, he kept one hand on her back as he used the other to pull his phone from his pocket, not bothering to check who was ringing before turning it off. He reattached his lips to hers as he threw it to the corner of the room, but it was a short-lived kiss. They both paused as they heard the distinct crack of glass against hard wall.

"Did...your phone just smash against the wall?" Wednesday asked, hovering inches from him with a growing amused smile.

"I couldn't give a fuck, I'll buy a new one tomorrow," he replied, full of lust.

He pulled her back to him as she smiled against his lips, selfishly enjoying the knowledge that he was so intent on fucking her that he'd broken his phone in order to have zero distractions. It was a weird but nonetheless appreciated ego boost.

Wednesday's top was quickly pulled over her head and discarded, his following shortly after. Wasting no time, he quickly flipped them, Wednesday's back making contact with the bed as he pulled the shoes from her feet and kicked off his own. He crawled up the bed to where she'd positioned herself, leaning his body over and pressing his lips back to hers as his hands roamed up and down her sides.

The combination of the alcohol and his actions was making her light-headed. Under his touch, she felt like she came alive; every nerve was pulsing, every hair on her body raised. When he was like this, dominant and in charge, all she could do was submit to him. Let him lead the way towards pure ecstasy.

His fingers undid the button on her trousers, pulling the zip down and tugging them down her legs, uncaring at whether he broke them or not. She leant up, kissing him even more urgently and deeply in a way that let him know she needed him now. Finding the button on his jeans, she undid it quickly, watching as he pulled back and shimmied them from his legs.

Now, all that separated them was thin material. And both of them seemed to be in absolute agreement that it needed to be discarded immediately.

Harry, always happy to jump in first, wasted no time in reaching around her back as he planted kisses down her chest. She squirmed under him, the tension between her legs borderline uncomfortable. As her bra came undone and he pulled it away from her, the sensation of his lips on the most sensitive part of her breasts was a momentary release however, and she played with his hair, lips parting as moans escaped at the feeling.

As his head began to lower, he hooked his fingers around the band of her underwear, sitting back to drag them from her legs. Even in the darkness of the room, she could see the smirk on his lips at the view of her laying there, bare for him.

It was amazing, how quickly she'd overcome her insecurity of being naked in front of him to now letting him see her in every kind of way. He had a special way of making her feel like she was the most desirable person on the earth, the only one he ever saw, whilst simultaneously making her feel safe. Like he would never inflict unknowing harm or let anything happen to her. Never push her boundaries or make her do something she wasn't comfortable with. His respect and constant reassurances had quickly made her realise that being naked in front of him wasn't something to be scared about. It was something to revel in.

Even though she couldn't see that appeal in herself. Even though without him, her body felt like something she couldn't look at for too long. For the moments of intimacy between them, she felt like the most comfortable she'd ever felt in her own skin. His effect.

She could feel how much she wanted him. And as she leant forward and touched him through the cotton of the briefs, she could feel how much he wanted her too.

Wednesday pulled them down, watching as he leant forward and pulled them down and off his legs, leaving them with no further restrictions. She laid back as he reconnected their lips, keeping his arm by her head as he used the other to roam her body. Her stomach muscles tensed under his touch, anticipation building as he lowered his fingers, dragging them along the skin.

Their breathes were ragged, disjointed. And as his fingers lowered and finally made contact with the place she needed to be touched more than anywhere else, a low moan left her lips.

"Fuck," he choked, feeling how ready she was for him already.

"Please, Harry," she whined, needing to feel all of him.

Her mouth parted when she felt his fingers enter her, working lazily but with just the right pace to make her back arch from the bed. There was no resistance, no adjusting—it was just the effect he had on her. All consuming.

With her eyes clenched shut, she barely had time to register what was happening when she felt his tongue connect with her, licking a long stripe. The feeling was something close to paradise and she gripped onto his hair for even more leverage as he continued his actions, pushing her thighs apart harshly.

A moment later, he separated himself from her, leaving her head swimming from the lack of blood that had all but disappeared to one region. He leant down to the floor, rooting into his jean pockets.

"One second baby," he rasped as she watched him in the darkness, biting her lip at his arm muscles, contracting and tensing under the streak of moonlight, the tattoos contrasting against his skin.

She could feel the beating of her own heart, pounding against her chest. Each time they had sex, she still got nervous. Still felt that bundle of excited anxiety in her stomach as she waited for the moment they connected. Even then, in the dark of the room, the slither of his skin she could see was enough to make her hairs stand up in anticipation.

A moment later, he was ripping open the packet with his teeth, pulling the condom out. He positioned and rolled it down himself, making sure it was on securely before looking back to where she was waiting, all quivering limbs and shaky breathes.

Slowly, he crawled over her as she laid back down, aching for him. He kissed her like he had the first time, intensely and passionately, their mouths working in perfect unison. Breaking his face away, he shifted closer to her, his chest flush against hers as he lined himself up. Wednesday held his neck and back, waiting with little patience.

Pushing his hips forward, she felt that usual pressure in her lower half as her mouth dropped open in silent pleasure, feeling him slowly fill her. His breathes were coming out restrained, like he was gritting his teeth as he pushed slowly, until he was completely inside of her.

For a second, he allowed her the time she needed to adjust. But then he drew his hips back and pushed a bit faster than the last to barely any resistance. Her ears rang with her own heartbeat as she clutched him to her, disjointedly kissing with every new thrust.

She could feel his cross necklace hitting her neck with every stroke, the cool metal against the hotness of her own skin. It was a sensation she'd come to revel in, but it was also a source of funny irony. Sex was supposed to be a sin, and yet here they were, fucking each other senseless with the holy cross between their bodies. Maybe they were more Judas than Jesus.

Harry continued his steady, restrained thrusts, but when she couldn't stand the pace anymore, when her body was crying out for more, she spoke in a low voice that was full of need.

"Harder."

It was all the command he needed to adjust his position on the bed, reaching under her legs to pull them over his shoulders before drawing back and pushing into her with more force. Her eyes rolled back with the deep, full contact, moaning into the air as he continued the pace that made the area between her legs feel like she was on fire.

In fact, her whole body felt like it was burning in the best way possible. With every stroke, she felt like she was melting into him, moulding to his body. Even without the orgasm, sex with him felt like it was otherworldly.

He moaned above her, heavy breathes falling from his lips as the heat from his body radiated around her. His one arm, bunching the covers up in his hand, held him up above her whilst he brought the other one around her leg by his head, holding it to him as leverage to continue thrusting at the bed-slamming-against-the-headboard pace.

Tequila floated through their systems, making the sex sloppier, less calculated than usual. But it didn't make it any less than. In fact, the drink only seemed to be giving Wednesday much less control over her own inhibitions and that tightness between her legs seemed to be getting closer with every movement to unravelling. She dipped her hand down, circling her clit to help the process along.

Harry, whose hair had long since flopped down over his head, making him look 19 all over again in her limited vision, had found his pace and intensity. He leant down, catching her in a kiss that was his way of making sure she was okay. Making sure she felt good.

She clung to his arms, nails scratching against the bare skin for any kind of way to have a semblance of control, but she could feel her lower body slipping into the building euphoria. And she didn't want it to end just yet. Didn't want the sensation of him enveloping all of her senses to stop.

Placing her hand to his chest and pushing softly, their indictor for him to slow down or stop for whatever reason, she looked up to him, her chest rising and falling quickly. He waited for her to speak, similarly out of breath.

"I want to turn over," she said simply.

A smile crossed his lips as her words registered and he nodded, his tongue darting out to lick his lips as he pulled out, watching her lower her shaky legs and turn under his arms. Once she'd settled onto her front, moving her hair away from her face and placing her arms slightly out and to the front, she raised her bottom half into the air, before turning her head over her shoulder, shooting him a nod that meant she was ready.

Manoeuvring himself into the right spot, he held himself up with one arm as he used to other to position himself again before pushing forward, entering her again from the new, intensely tight position. She raised her lower back in reaction, moaning loudly into the air at how filled she felt. A string of curse words left Harry's mouth as he buried himself deep, getting used to the new feeling.

Without warning, he placed his hand onto her back, holding her down to the bed as he drew back and pushed forward with force. The sound echoed around the room as she all but cried into her own hand, enjoying how magnificently well this position worked for them both.

Harry thrusted into her, again and again to the point that she was sure she was seeing stars. The sound of their bodies and her choked gasps for breath were the only things she could hear. How could she feel everything so intensely, so deeply and yet it felt somehow like she was hovering above her own body?

He expertly hit the right spot within her over and over again, and it didn't take long for that pressure between her legs to start building. Her moans began to prolong and get louder, building to that place he'd helped her visit so many times.

When she thought they'd reached maximum intensity, with nothing that could possibly leave her feeling even more overwhelmed, Harry leant his body down to hers, laying across her and bringing his arms up over hers, holding her hands. His chest flush against her back, his lips by her ear, making sure she heard every ragged breath, every moan.

He pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth, sweetly, caringly.

It was so completely intimate and special, that she would have cried had she not been in the throes of pleasure. His hot breath against her ear was only helping her approach her high quicker as he continued the pace.

"Harry, I'm—I'm gonna," she said, too weak and inundated by what was happening between her legs to finish.

She felt it spreading through her legs like a fire, gaining momentum. And just like he knew the key to what would set her completely alight, her brushed her hair back and whispered into her ear.

"Please come for me baby."

His voice was strangled, like he was waiting for her to finish before he allowed himself to.

And it was all she needed for the explosion of pleasure deep in her pelvis, forcing sounds from her mouth she couldn't control and waves of euphoria rolling through her body. She clutched her fingers to his tightly as her toes curled, arching her back to feel him even deeper as he continued his movements, forcing every last bit of pleasure from her weakened body.

Her body trembled with the aftershocks as she tried to remember how to breathe under him, closing her eyes as the sound of his breathing became more ragged in her ear.

His movements lost their precision as his breathing became almost non-existent. And then, with one final push of his hips, he stilled in her as a moan left his lips and he instinctively bucked his hips as the rapture of his own high washed over him.

Wednesday couldn't focus on anything other than the comedown of her own orgasm, but if there was one thing she would never tire of, it was the sound of him moaning. And when it was right by her ear, letting her hear the sweet sound as clearly as possible, it was almost as rewarding as the sex itself.

His head lowered so that their cheeks were pressed together, both equally as red and sweaty. They both breathed heavily, trying to regain enough energy to formulate words. Tilting his head, he pressed a kiss to her cheek, gripping her hands even tighter as he wound his fingers through hers.

She managed to smile lazily, eyes droopy from the sex. Or the booze. At this point, she had no clue. She just knew that her heart felt so full, it was close to bursting.

"I need to go to the bathroom, but I'm honestly not sure if I can walk after that," she said heavily.

He breathed out a laugh against her skin, rubbing circles with his thumbs against her hands. Finding enough strength to sit up slightly, he placed another kiss to her shoulder, humming into it contentedly.

"I'd say I'd carry you, but I feel like my body has been sucked of all its energy," he replied, leaning his forehead against her back.

Wednesday bit her lip, holding back a giggle. "Am I going to have to army crawl across the floor?"

"I don't know why, but that image is doing something for me," he said, and she could hear the smile in his voice.

"I can't believe the thought of me army crawling naked across the floor is turning you on. Absolute weirdo," she said, turning her head to see him from her peripheral.

"It's not nice to kink shame," he said, breathing out a chuckle.

A laugh escaped her as she released his hands, trying to sit up a bit. "Please shut up."

He laughed as he slowly pulled out of her, moving across to the side of her body and removing the filled condom, throwing it into the bin at the side of the room.