Re: Harley & Fitz | Around 1130
For the first time in a long time, Harley felt...peace. Dare she say...happiness. The part of her that tended to shrink away from anything even remotely close to intimacy, that clung to memories and feelings with no hope any more, seemed to have receded to a place where it couldn't touch her. Such sadness and trepidation couldn't penetrate this happy bubble she suddenly found herself in. The smile on Fitz's face made her fuzzy all over, though she was still blaming the flush in her cheeks and on her skin on the drinks they'd shared. Her cheeks felt like they were going to split she was grinning so wide, an echo of his own expression, but she couldn't seem to make herself stop.
Despite all their friends catcalling them and encouraging them to join them, Harley only had eyes for Fitz. That adorkable crooked grin made her feel like she could melt right into him, and she hadn't realized how long she'd been relying on that expression to get her out of bed every day. How much she wanted to make him smile like that all the time. Because he deserved to be smiling, always.
Her lips quirked at his playful words of compliance, breaking her out of her thoughts as she'd stood staring at him in what was surely googly eyed adoration. A soft sigh escaped her around their mouths as he pressed his lips to hers again, and Harley moved herself subconsciously closer as her hands linked around the back of his head and toyed with the soft hairs at the base of his neck. She hadn't felt like she belonged anywhere in so long, yet right here in his arms felt like she'd finally found her way back home.
"I'm the one who can't believe," she murmured, feeling the heat of their closeness and the sensual kisses as she rested against his forehead. "I don't ever want you to stop." A noise escaped her as his tongue moved along her lower lip, the sweet sensuality that filled her as their tongues and lips met making her arch into him as she let the slow burn spread. God, how had she gotten so lucky???