One Direction Preferences 3

Harry:

                You didn't hear the sound of the bathroom door opening and closing.

                You didn't hear the lock.

                But the noise made when the glass shower door was pulled open, even a crack, was hard to miss.

                Before you could turn around and confirm your suspicions, you felt two arms wrap around your midsection, leaning you back into a washboard.

                Lips were at your collar, sucking the wet skin there.

                "Harry?"

                He hummed against your skin in reply, sending something delicious down your spine. His hands ran down your arms as the water beat down on your heated skin.

                He pressed another kiss to your shoulder while his hands trailed up your stomach to your chest, and you placed a hand on his cheek, guiding him to your lips.

                You kissed him over your shoulder, moaning into his mouth as his hands slowly began to massage your breasts.

                "Harry..." you breathed against his mouth, causing him to grin.

                "Yes, Love?" he asked, pinching a nipple and widening his grin when he heard your pleasure-filled squeak.

                You wanted to ask why he was in here, doing this to you, but you couldn't make coherent sentences right now.

                All that mattered was how he was making you feel.

                "Never mind..." you whispered, bringing his soft lips back to yours.

                He let you draw him in, pressing himself against your back and letting you feel just how turned on he was.

                "Do you feel what you do to me?" he whispered huskily once your lips parted. One of his hands left your chest to take your hand. He guided you to him, letting out a guttural groan when he felt your fingers wrap around him.

                His other hand continued to massage your breast, occasionally playing with your tip. The limb that had put your hand where he needed it to be slid over your lower abdomen, his fingers stretching lower and lower until he heard your delicious moans join his.

                Soon, his lips were silencing both your blissful cries, and you found yourself wondering if this was it.

                Were you finally going to get pregnant?

                The idea both excited you and scared you.

                "Harry...what if this is it?" you breathed against his lips, your eyes moving from them to his desire-shaded eyes.

                "Then, this is it," he snickered with a smile before bringing you into a short yet passionate kiss.

                "But, Harry," you whispered, turning around to look at him while your hands fell to your side, "what if I'm not ready? What if I don't know what to do..."

                Harry shook his head, looking down at your now joined hands. With his free limb, he turned off the water in the shower, making you feel a little apprehensive of his reaction to your words.

                "Love, I can't say that you're ready or not. That's for you to decide, but I can give you this," he took a step towards you, tucking a wet strand behind your ear. "I know that you will be the best mother in the whole wide world. I've seen your maternal instincts, your personality, and I've seen you with children. We're both going to be new at this parenting thing, so we're both going to make mistakes. However, we have lovely friends and family to support us and help us, and...most importantly...we have each other."