Who: Harry & Elaine What: Morning after When: Following Harry's return Where: Harry's bedroom Warnings: Mature themes. (Girls are pink, and boys are blue. These two have been purpling.)
Harry curled up next to Elaine, only half awake, a hand running slowly over her body. He had explored her thoroughly, earlier, rediscovering every inch of her, and how every inch liked to be touched and teased. For the moment though, he merely enjoyed the feel of her against him, the warmth of her body and the knowledge that they were here, together.
Blinking a bit blearily and trying to rouse his mind from the blissful exhausting it had slipped into earlier. Pressing closer to her, he gently kissed her shoulder.
Elaine made happy, humming sounds as Harry stirred, her body heavy--but her heart--light with contentment. It had been a long time since she'd felt so good. So safe.
"Close enough," she murmured, her hand seeking Harry's to thread her fingers through his. "I think we slept the day away and on into the next morning. The sirens haven't gone off yet." She rolled over partway, and pressed a lingering kiss to his mouth. "Welcome home."
"I do recall a lot of not sleeping as well," he said, giving her hand a squeeze as he kissed her back. Memories of the previous day flooded through him and he gave a happy growl at the contact.
"Not that I'm complaining about the non-sleeping activities," he quickly added. Those he had definitely enjoyed.
"Mm," she agreed, "Mhm." Elaine had enjoyed the non-sleeping as well the waking up next to him. "I'm glad to hear it," she said, "Because a certain wizard once predicted that it would never be just casual between us, and I'd hate to think that he had changed his mind in retrospect."
She smiled lazily. "You're getting pretty good at this."
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Blinking a bit blearily and trying to rouse his mind from the blissful exhausting it had slipped into earlier. Pressing closer to her, he gently kissed her shoulder.
"Morning?" he asked, not quite sure when it was.
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"Close enough," she murmured, her hand seeking Harry's to thread her fingers through his. "I think we slept the day away and on into the next morning. The sirens haven't gone off yet." She rolled over partway, and pressed a lingering kiss to his mouth. "Welcome home."
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"Not that I'm complaining about the non-sleeping activities," he quickly added. Those he had definitely enjoyed.
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She smiled lazily. "You're getting pretty good at this."
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