The Only Time
I stop at the mirror by the door to my apartment. I apply a deep red lipstick to match my red strapless chiffon dress. I slide my feet into black cutout platform heels and I grab my black Marc Jacobs cross-body purse. I take one last look in the mirror as I pick up the box that is my fiancé’s present and I nod to myself. I’m ready. I put on my winter coat and twist the door handle.
I take the elevator down to the lobby and I walk out into the bitter February cold, gripping my coat tight against my neck and chest.
“There’s a car waiting for you, Naika,” Fred, my doorman, informs me.
I smirk. Of course. He’s always trying to top me. I say goodbye to Fred and slip into the black town car. The driver greets me and then we are off to whatever our destination is. We arrive and I’m pleased to see that my dinner reservation is at Bleu, which despite its French name, is actually a fancy American bistro.
The driver takes my hand as I step out of the vehicle. The wind whips against me, assaulting my cheeks. I walk briskly into the restaurant where a host in a black vest with a bow tie greets me.
“Um, I’m here for Styles, party of two,” I croak. The cold has taken my breath away.
“Of course, right this way.” The host leads me to the back of the building as I firmly grip Harry’s present.
Then I see him: Harry is dress in an all-black suit with a black dress shirt and vest. His shoes sparkle in the dim lighting. I smile brightly, pushing the present into the host’s arms and I run up to Harry, grappling him into a giant hug.
He laughs. “Good to see you too, Naika.”
“Can I take your coat, Miss?” The host asks, setting the present underneath the white tablecloth.
“Oh, yes, please!” I untie the front of my peacoat and let the host slide it off my back. I then sit down across from Harry. The host leaves with Harry’s order of a bottle of champagne on ice and a couple of waters.
“You look lovely,” Harry says, gesturing to my dress.
“Thank you. You do as well!” I smile sheepishly. I pick up a menu and skim the italicized text. “What are you going to get? I’m think about getting a steak….”
“That sounds good!” Harry is silent for a moment and then adds, “You can drink as much as you want tonight. I have a driver to take us to a hotel tonight.”
“Oh, Harry, you’re too good to me,” I laugh.
Harry and I dine on our steaks with sides in constant chatter. I don’t get to see him as often as I would like because I live in the States as an artist and he… well, he’s in One Direction. But it’s like we were never apart. The conversation flows so naturally. That’s one of the things I love most about Harry: he’s so easy to talk to.
“Well,” I say, swallowing a bite of chocolate mousse.” “I think it’s time we exchange our Valentine’s presents.”
“That’s a great idea!” We reaches under the table for a box and I do the same.
“Here, you open yours first.” I hand the box to Harry.
Harry inspects the large box, shaking it lightly and sniff it. I giggle quietly. He then opens it, digging through the tissue paper.
“Oh, no way!” He exclaims, holding the present up. “A Green Bay Packers jersey!”
“Turn it over!” I say, clapping my hands.
He does so and his eyes grow wide. The jersey is his: Styles is sewn on the back and the jersey is numbed 01. Harry is in awe.
“You’re the best fiancée in the world!” He says joyfully.
“You’re welcome,” I chuckle. “I’m glad you like it so much. Now it’s my turn!” I start to open the box, which is much smaller than the one I had for Harry. Then I smell a delicious fragrance. “No way!” I open up the box to find the Daisy by Marc Jacobs fragrance and lotion set. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” I gush.
“You’re welcome, love.” Harry says, his voice growing soften. He puts his hand out on the table and I take it in mine. “I love you so much, Naika.”
“I love you too, Harry. But there’s one problem…”
“What?” Harry asks, perplexed.
“We’re going to have to come up with a way to figure out who’s the winner!” Harry and I have always been in competition to see who can one-up each other by showering each other with gifts and love.
Harry thinks for a moment. “I’ve got an idea…” He signals for the check.
I get into the town car with Harry behind me. Harry tells the driver what hotel we’re staying at and then presses the privacy screen button. He presses his lips against mine, sucking on my bottom lip. He kisses down my neck, sliding his hand up my dress. I moan unintentionally.
I place my finger over Harry’s lips. “Wait until we get to the hotel,” I whisper. I brush my lips against his and then pull away, teasing him.
He smiles mischievously. “Okay.”
We grab our presents and run to the elevator when we arrive to the hotel. Harry backs me into a corner but then I point to the camera.
“Wouldn’t want to have that get slipped to TMZ…” I murmur.
Harry slides to key into the lock, prompting a beep and a little green light to come on. He opens the door and turns on the light. My jaw drops. The room is gorgeous. There’s dimmed lighting, rose petals strewn across the floor, a heart-shaped bed, and two bottles of champagne on ice.
“You got the honeymoon suite... we’re not married yet.” I tilt my head.
“Well, tonight, this is the Valentine’s suite!” He rubs his hands together. “Now let get you out of that dress…”
“You’re going to have to catch me first!” I giggle, kicking off my heels and running over towards the bed and jumping on it.
“Oh, no you don’t!” Harry runs after me, taking off his shoes and jacket.
I sit on the edge of the bed, Harry standing in front of me. He leans down and kisses me passionately, his soft hands traveling from my bare shoulder to the zipper in the back of my dress. I slowly unbuckle his belt and then—boom! I yank his pants and boxer briefs down and I put my mouth on him.
“Oh!” Harry gasps in surprise.
I feel him relax, letting all the tension leave his body. He moans as I put my hands on his butt for more leverage. A few more seconds pass and then Harry realizes what I’m doing.
“Hey…” he says suspiciously, pushing me away. “I know what you’re doing. You’re trying to win…” I smile up at his innocently. “That’s it…”
Harry picks me up and throws me down on the bed, leaning over me. He kisses me deeply and then I feel his hand go up my dress, into my panties and touching me between my legs. A groan releases from my throat, my body buckling. Harry slips his finger into me and rubs my clitoris in a slow swirling motion. It makes me so wet.
I break away from the kiss. “That’s it… enough of this competition. I need you… now. Now help me out of this dress.”
Harry chuckles and unzips my dress and pulls it off my body. He stands and strips the rest of his clothes off and then climbs back into bed with me. He kisses my breasts, grabbing them and pinching my nipples, causing me so whimper. He then moves down my abdomen and stops on my panties. He nips at the waistband. I quiver with anticipation. He finally removes them and comes back up to face me.
Harry brushes some hair out of my face, searching in my eyes. “How did I get so lucky to have you?”
“Are you kidding? I ask myself that every day about you.”
Harry smirks and leans in close to my ear. “Spread ‘em, babe.”
Chills rattle down my spine and I do what I’m told. Suddenly, I feel Harry inside me. I gasp but it’s muffled by Harry kissing me. He begins to push into me and I can feel his abs running against mine. I throw my head back, my hair thrown across the bed. Harry kisses all of my neck and I laugh to myself. He finds his rhythm and sticks with it; short and abrupt.
“Faster, baby,” I exclaim, gripping the comforter in my fists.
Harry holds himself up on his forearms and thrusts faster and deeper. I spread my arms out across the bed and I chuckle. The sensation is so magical. I throw my head back and Harry once again kisses all over my neck and then moves down to my breasts. He shoves his face in my chest, tasting my skin.
“Oh, yes, Harry! Yes!” I say but the words come out as a raspy whisper.
“You like that?” He asks huskily.
“Yes!” I groan bending my knees and putting them against Harry’s sides so that I feel his muscular build crash into me.
Harry and I lock eyes and time seems to slow down. He leans in and kisses me, fireworks going off inside my head. The motion of my hips rolling becomes more intense. I break my eye contact with Harry and push my head back into the mattress. I bite my lip as if I’m trying to stifle a scream. It feels like I’m going to but I’m soundless.
“You’re almost there, babe,” Harry pants. “I’d know that face anywhere.”
I smile humorously but then I’m brought back to the situation. My skin is flushed and warm; sweat beads along my hairline; my bones feel as if they are empty; a swirling pit of desire forms in my stomach. My hip rolls grow more passionate and the top half of my body lifts up and then falls back against the bed. I feel that familiar pressure inside my head and then suddenly, my toes curl and my body locks up. My mouth gapes open awkwardly. I feel a shower of pleasurable feeling wash over my body, starting from my pressured head and moving down to my curled toes.
Harry hammers out a few more thrusts and then he climaxes. He collapses softly on top of me, his head laying next my mine. He breathes heavily and nibbles affectionately on my shoulder.
“That… was good,” I laugh, still trying to catch my breath.
“I… agree,” Harry responds. Then he lifts himself up over me and stares into my eyes. I get lost in his green beauties every time we’re in this position. He tucks a piece of tousled hair behind my ear. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” I say, breaking the eye contact and blushing.
“Nothing. I’m just… really, really happy.”
“Good. Me too.” He kisses me on the lips once more and then pulls out, laying down next to me. We lay on our sides, staring into each other’s eyes like a couple of love-struck idiots.
Sorry this is so late! This one is about 150% longer than my normal imagines but I think Naika deserves it considering she is a donor for the OTRA Detroit cause! :) I hope you enjoyed it, hun!
Naika's Outfit: http://tinyurl.com/lrvxubu
Title Credit: "Strangelove" by Depeche Mode
I love these! You're an amazing writer! (: