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Kink Meme - Round 2
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She kisses him goodnight and it’s not like any kiss she’s every given him before. She’s pressed along his front and her eyes are open and Harry realises that maybe that something he can’t name was maybe love.
Liam tugs a curl away from Harry’s face with a smile. “Have sex with me?”
He touches her cheek, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear and leans down to press closer against her before pulling back to breath against her lips with something like fear.
“We shouldn’t, Liam.”
She strokes the soft of his shoulders. “Why not, Harry? We’ve been dancing around-”
“This isn’t some fling.”
Her smile softens. “You know I know that,” she says sadly. “You know I love you.”
Harry’s frown deepens with what feels like sadness. “I don’t think you love me the way that I think I love you.”
She touches her lips to his again. “I love you in every way there is. I love how you make me laugh and how you look at me like I’m special, that you think I’m special, I love how you touch me and cook me food and drive me places and paint my walls cause I can’t reach and I want you to be here always and always and I want you to hold my baby like she’s the most precious thing in the world.”
Harry is silent and the room is heavy with words.
“I want her to call you Daddy and I want it to be true.”
“Liam-“
“I want to be with you in every way you’ll let me. I want to touch you and kiss you the way you want to touch and kiss me.”
“I don’t-“
“I want you to tell me you love me every morning and every night and cuddle with me after every time we have sex.”
Harry shakes his head with what looks like a shadow of a smile. “What was I saying about pregnant women and being horny?”
She slaps him on the chest with a murmured hey and a wetness in her eyes that he hadn’t noticed before.
“I love you, Harry.”
“I love you too.”
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Liam giggles and Harry slaps a hand against her bum with a smile. “I’ve never had sex with a pregnant woman, alright. Stop laughing at me.”
She laughs again and with two hands pressing heavily against his shoulders she moves herself into a position that doesn’t put pressure on her belly, her legs stretched either side of Harry’s waist.
He traces his hand over her bare hips, down over the curve of her ass and stares down at where their bare bodies meet, down between the spread of her thighs.
It takes a slip and a shuffle and a giggle on both their parts before Liam slides her body tight down around Harry with a moan.
She can’t move quickly and it isn’t anywhere near as acrobatic as the sex Harry had imagined himself having with her but there’s something about the gentle rock of her hips that has her belly press heavy against his that turns him on quite like nothing else.
His grip tightens and he thrusts his hips up only to meet hers and loves the way her moans break softly.
She kisses him with her mouth closed and Harry doesn’t think a more perfect moment has ever existed.
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Harry gets the call at quarter to eleven and he only spares a moment or two to tell his boss that he has to go. He doesn’t wait to hear the answer.
They don’t let him in and he doesn’t expect them to but minutes pass like hours and he paces with increasing frustration before he realises what he must look like. A father. A husband. And he’s neither of those things but he thinks, in the things that matter, he entirely is.
He is.
Or he wants to be.
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They let him in some hours later and the first place he looks is Liam’s face. She’s sweaty and red the way she was that day planting seedlings in the sunshine, but the smile on her face says something more.
He glances down to the bundle in her arms and again to her face and takes a step towards her when she smiles at him with tears in her eyes.
He steps to her bedside, his eyes wide as he all but gapes at the baby nestled against the curve of her chest. He wants to swear, he wants to sing and dance and scream and cry, but mostly he wants to swear. But he doesn’t.
“Harry Styles,” Liam says with her voice hoarse. “Meet Darcy Payne and all her ten little fingers and ten little toes and baby blue eyes.”
Harry chokes and it’s alright in the way that Liam is already sobbing into the baby-soft skin of Darcy’s forehead.
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