Harley & Fitz | Around 1130
Even their friends carrying on didn't deter from this glowy, happy feelings Fitz had while holding Harley in his arms. The way she held on to him back, smiling so beautifully, those eyes showing that she really liked him back. Was this real life? He was also grinning like an idiot, with no filter on how happy he was.
And that laugh. Oh how he wanted to make her laugh and smile and learn so much more about her, more then friends knew. He wasn't thinking of sexual things with that, although that was also an enticing idea as well. But he wanted to move slow with her, he wanted everything to be natural and amazing, the way he felt they already were.
The way he smiled at her confession about wanting to kiss him as much as possible, all the time, he smiled, that crooked smile as he leaned in.
"As you wish."
His lips met hers again, ignoring their friends now. All his focus was this, on Harley and the way she felt in his arms, how she made him feel, how he hoped he made her feel. Safe. Happy. Like it was going to be okay.
"I could kiss you all night," he confessed against her lips. "And I still can't believe you want me to." He kissed her again, a series of tender, sweet, kisses, before licking along her lower lip, then sliding into her mouth their tongues meeting in a sweet tango.