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We sat still, it was dark in the room and I wasn't sure I how I felt about be alone with him in a dark room. It wasn't that I didn't trust him, in fact I trusted him far too much. I knew him he wouldn't try anything unless I initiated it. I just wasn't sure I wanted to initiate it. I was chewing on my bottom lip as I sat on the edge of the bed staring into the darkness. I turned over my shoulder to see him lying back staring up at the ceiling.

"Harry," I whispered.

"Yes," he replied in a calm voice. It almost irked me how calm his voice was.

"I love you." I knew he already knew that I loved him, but I still wanted to say it.

"You can't even look in my eyes and tell me can you," he teased, "you have to wait till it is too dark for me to see you."

"Yes, that was the general idea," I responded rolling my eyes. "That way you would be under the impression that I was able to keep a straight face throughout it."

I heard him laugh gently behind me.

"I want to try something," I said slowly hearing the unsteadiness in my voice.

"Like?"

"Cross-stitching," I snapped. "You know exactly what."

"Is that why you made me come in here and then yelled at me when I tried to turn on a light?" he asked and I heard him roll over on the mattress.

"No, I wanted to play sardines, but I suddenly realized sex would better." I knew I shouldn't have been short with him, after all I did kidnap him and shove him into a dark room with no explination.

"Well you are correct," he laughed.

I turned and scowled at him even though he couldn't see my face. "Call me crazy but I'm suddenly not in the mood."

"Oh don't be like that," he laughed sitting up entirely and moved to sit next to me.

"Why are you teasing me like this?" I pouted.

"I'm trying to lighten the mood-"

"Well stop!" I commanded hitting him in the stomach. "I think I'd like to play sardines now?" I crossed my arms over my chest. "I was so afraid that you were dead; that I was never get to see you again and now you are making jokes."

"I love you," he blurted as he leaned in to me and placed a kiss on my jaw.

"Don't try and distract me mister, I have things to say and-"

"-Then say them," he murmured gently as he place another kiss on my neck.

"You had me so…" I was loosing my train of thought as his tongue brush on my skin. "So…er…"

"So charmed," he guessed and I could feel his smile against my skin.

'No." I said stubbornly, but he had begun to suck on the spot just below my ear. I had to bite hard on my lip so as not to moan.

"I was afraid I'd never see you again too," he told me as his hands began to explore my body.

"Oh?" It came out like a squeak.

"Mhmm," he said turned my head towards him and he kissed me on the lips. I felt my mind go to fuzz instantly. My own fingers began to play along the smoothes of his skin. I hooked my other hand around his neck and pulled him back on the bed with me. He hovered over me with his hands slowly skating down the front of my shirt. Once it reached the end he slowly began to go up again, this time taking my shirt with it. I let him take it off my head without any objections. I was already working unbuttoning his.

Once I got his shirt off he lowered himself and placed gently kisses all along my skin, staring at my collar bone, then down to my neck then past my neck. He spent a lot of time on my chest before slowly making his way down to place a trail of kisses on my stomach then just above my hip. His fingers found the brim of my pants and he unbuttoned them slowly. Suddenly he stopped and looked up at me rather alarmed. "I'm sorry, you wanted to cross-stitch didn't you?"

I sat up and unbuckled his belt. Glaring at the stupid smirk he held on his face, I snapped "Shut up," just as I let his pants drop to the floor.