"Molly, do I have to?"

"Well, of course you don't have to, but it would mean a lot to me!"

He sighed and slumped his shoulders, unwillingly complying with my simple request. Sometimes I could swear that I was dating a child. The way he tried to do things he wasn't meant to drove me crazy. Just the other day, I had caught him trying to put all of my cat's feet into a sock so that she would try to hop around. He found the stupidest things funny and the easiest tasks unbearable. Most of the time, I just did everything myself so that I didn't have to hear him complain, which I was okay with because I loved him. He just kept putting this off though, and it needed to be done.

"Wait. Molls. Convince me."

Oh, so he was going to be cheeky. I usually knew how to deal with that. I walked over and pushed him against the kitchen counter so that his hips were lined up with the top, and pressed my body against his.

"If you do what I asked, I will make tacos tonight."

He looked up to the ceiling and then back to me.

"I don't know, love. I had something else in mind. Well, something to go along with the tacos because that is a splendid idea."

"I'm listening."

"If I do it, you have to watch Family Guy with me. All night."

I hated that show. It was okay for an episode or two but it gets old fast.

"All night as in until I fall asleep, or..."

"I'll be reasonable. I'll only keep you awake until three. Then I'll stop waking you up each time you doze off."

"Three? And you expect me to make you tacos? Hmmm."

I knew he was kidding about the whole thing, but I loved the banter.

"I'll make it worth your while."

He winked at me, which aroused my interest.

"What exactly are you thinking?"

"Giving it away wouldn't be much fun!"

He leaned in and I could feel his hot breath on my neck as he whispered the rest in my ear.

"But, I promise I'll make you feel good."

"Now, that sounds like a deal."

He snaked his arms around my waist and brought his lips to mine, kissing me a few times before I felt his tongue push through, not even asking for entrance, even though I would have allowed it. He pulled my hips closer into his, making the kiss deeper as well and I almost forgot why we were making a deal in the first place.

"Nice try in distracting me. Please, Harry. Just do it now and I'll start on the tacos."

"Fine. I'll take out the garbage."

He rolled his eyes and took the bag out of the bin and tied it tightly before throwing it over his shoulder. As he walked out the side door he called back to me.

"You better be glad I love you."

It was my turn to roll my eyes. I turned to the fridge and pulled out some of the vegetables that I needed to cut to make tacos. I placed them on the counter and got a knife and cutting board so that I could start chopping. When Harry walked back through the door only moments later, he leaned against the counter across from me dramatically.

"See, Harry. Was that so hard?"

He walked over and pushed the ingredients over and pulled me into him, taking me by surprise.

"No, but I know something that is."

He winked at me and lifted me onto the counter, placing kisses along my jaw line as I laughed at his sleazy joke.

Notes

Sorry, love. I know it's short!! Don't hate me! I'll do another one if you have a different request <3 I hope you like it, though. x :)