Disclaimer: I do not own anyone in this story, but I do own the story line.
This is a Harry Judd oriented story, and although it is characterized under a 'romance', it mainly deals with how two people deal with being apart, when they only long to be together.
I based this story on the song 'Transatlanticism' by Death Cab For Cutie, and if you haven't listened to it before, I do suggest you listen to it.
I hope you ENJOY!
Chapter One – 'The Atlantic Was Born Today…'
I felt your presence as I rolled over in my bed. The heat from your body that lay beside me made me feel all happy and content. Your warm breathe on the back of my neck sent shivers down my spine, and the way your hand felt as you gently pushed the stray hairs from my face made the butterflies in my stomach take flight.
I loved having these dreams; they made not having you around all the time that little bit easier, reminding me why I put myself through so much torture for months on end. So I relished in the dreams, the way my imagination would run wild and imagine you here with me, in my bed, just holding me close.
I feel your lips brush against my cheek, then down to my neck where you plant kisses; such light ones with the utmost care, as if you're scared to wake me. Then down to my shoulders where I can't help but lift them in anticipation to where your lips will meet my skin next. My skin feels hot under the touch of your lips, as if the blood in my body rushes to the spot where you touch me, wanting to be as close to you as I wish to be everyday.
I will myself not to turn around, to turn around and wake up from this dream and find the space beside me empty because you're not here. You're home. Your home. Away from me. But despite all the resistance in my thoughts, my body ignores them, just wanting to be so close to you that it can't help itself. So I turn around, keeping my eyes shut so tight, not wanting to ruin this feeling of content that has swept over me and makes a small smile play on my lips.
Suddenly I feel your lips crash onto mine, and my eyes shoot open. I'm met by a pair of crystal blue eyes that are filled with such emotion. My heart begins to race. Your hand comes up to my face, cupping it gently, stroking my cheek with your thumb ever so gingerly so that my legs feel weak. I break away abruptly, not wanting to, but finding a need to ensure that this is real, not just my imagination playing bad tricks on me. As I break away, a small laugh escapes your lips, and I feel your breath dance across my cheek.
"Harr…" I whisper.
"Shh. I was having too much fun before you stopped me," he said in a low whisper, clasping my face in his hands and bringing my face closer to his.
Our lips meet in a passionate kiss, as your soft lips move on mine, and your tongue sweeps gently across my bottom lip. I broke the kiss once again, wanting some answers, wanting to know that this is real.
"Harry? What..? You? Here?" I had so many questions and yet all my mind could think about was you, and all my lips could do was remain motionless in a state of shock.
"Really here?" Finally something coherent managed to escape my lips. You look at me with the cutest smile and just grab my hand and place it to your cheek.
"Yeah, I'm actually here."
He says those few words with a slight giggle in his throat, as if the absurdity in my question is something funny. I sigh in relief letting my eyes close as a sensation of calmness washes over me. I open my eyes, knowing you'll still be there, but I'm met with a questioning look.
"I thought you were just a figment of my imagination, part of my 'too-much-studying-for-organic-chemistry-midterm' induced delusion of a dream state. I had to make sure you were really here, couldn't take the disappointment if it was just my imagination" I explain. He just starts to laugh and plants soft kisses all over my face, covering every inch.
"I'm sorry that I woke you, I was going to surprise you tomorrow but my plane came in earlier, and I had to see you. So I came here, your housemate let me in. I was going to go and sleep on the floor and then surprise you in the morning, but you just looked so adorable, sleeping amongst your textbooks, notes and stick-toy-things, that I couldn't help myself. I couldn't help but want to touch you as soon as I saw you" he told me, almost all in one breathe, in a low whisper, not wanting to wake my housemates.
"I can't believe you're here! Why? I thought we were going to see each other over Christmas?" I asked.
"I know, but we finished the promotion early, and the guys knew how miserable I was missing you, so they convinced me to come down to see you, not that I needed much convincing. I have two weeks" he said that with so much joy in his voice that it was contagious. I couldn't help but have a huge grin spread across my face.
"You have no idea how happy I am. God I've missed you Harry". I could barely finish the last part of my sentence as my need for him took over. After nearly a month without his touch, that was all I could think about, and all that I needed at the moment.
I quickly rolled myself on top of him, crashing my lips against his, putting a month's worth of want and desire for him into that one kiss. I ran my hands through his hair, breathing in his scent and pushing his face closer to mine. His hands roamed over my shoulders and down my back, resting on my hips, then slowly bringing his warm hands up under my shirt, tracing small circles on my lower back. Just his simple touch sent me into a frenzy, causing shivers to run up and down my spine, and making my head dizzy with contentment. He took his hands from under my shirt, leaving my skin cold from where his hands once were, and brought them up to my face, where he cupped my cheeks and slowly pulled my face up, slightly gasping for air.
"Now THAT'S a welcoming I can get used to" he said with a smirk on his face.
"Shut up Harry and kiss me" I said with demand in my voice. I didn't need pleasantries right now; I needed him, all of him, on me, as close to me as humanly possible.
He didn't need telling twice, he just grabbed my face and brought it right to his, our lips colliding in a lust filled kiss that sent sparks through my entire body. His tongue explored my mouth; I had forgotten how great he tasted. His strong arms engulf me as they wrap around my waist and he brings his whole body so close to mine that if we were any closer, I would fall right through him. He brings one arm up around my shoulders and pushes me up. With our lips remaining in constant contact, he brings us up into a sitting position, as my legs wrap around his waist. Not breaking the lust-filled kiss once, he slowly begins to lower me onto my back while holding my neck ever so gently. He positions himself above me, resting his weight on his forearms, while his body lies against mine. I suddenly feel a sharp pain on my bottom lip, as I realize he bit me.
"Ow" I let out a little yelp of pain, and my hand rushes up to my lip.
"Aw sorry, but your little stick-toy-thing jabbed me in the arm" he says matter-of-factly.
"It's not a 'stick-toy-thing' Harry, it's a molecular model of a chiral compound for your information" I correct him with a slight giggle in my tone.
I quickly grab the model and throw it across the room, and it lands with a slight thud as it hits the far wall. I suddenly notice that I am lying on my organic chemistry textbook and I have all my study material sprawled all over my bed. I abruptly push all the material off my bed and grab Harry by the collar, bringing his face to within centimetres of mine. I lift my head so that my mouth is right up against his ear.
"I want you NOW" I growl while sucking on his earlobe.
This sent him over the edge, and he quickly put his hand under the small of my back, arching it so I can feel his hips against mine. I close the final gap between us by pulling down on his collar and hungrily my lips meet his. His hands continue to roam all over my body, just wanting to touch every inch of me. I begin to unbutton his shirt, getting frustrated with the small buttons as they stand in between me and Harry. He breaks the kiss briefly, just to be able to pull my shirt up over my head, which I allow with eagerness. I can't help myself, but I look at the remaining buttons left on his shirt and I can't take it anymore. I grab the shirt and rip it open, causing Harry to pause.
"I've never seen you like this. But I must say, definitely hot" he says as he's pressed hard against me with his mouth to my ear.
Just the feeling of his breath against the side of my neck causes me to shiver in ecstasy. He props himself up, holding my hands over my head, not letting me touch him in the ways that I want. He pauses and just stares down at me, with a slight curl of his lips, playing into a smile. Suddenly I feel self-conscious under his stare; I break eye contact with him and quickly look away. I can feel myself starting to blush furiously.
"Aw don't be embarrassed. I just forgot how beautiful you are, and I want to remember this view for ever" He tells me.
"Take a picture it lasts longer" I state.
"Don't tempt me, I just might, and then put it up on the tour bus so everyone can see just how beautiful you are".
With that, I can't take it anymore. He always knows what to say, and right now, I just want to show him how much I feel for him. I begin to fumble with his belt buckle, getting frustrated that I can't undo a simple clasp. I roll him onto his back, straddling him so I can get a better grip on his belt. I finally undo it, and quickly unzip his pants. He begins to fiddle with the waistband of my pants and mirrors my actions in undoing the zipper. We quickly shed our pants and are left in only our underwear.
"Whoa, not so fast, I need something from my pants" Harry quickly jumps off and grabs something from his back pocket.
A condom, should have figured, but at least he's safe right.
"Assumed we'd be getting lucky tonight Judd?" I enquired with a mock shocked expression on my face.
"I knew that you wouldn't be able to keep your hands off me once you saw this hotness so…"
"Just get over here already!" I said impatiently.
He pounces on me and leans across me, pinning me to the bed. As he enters me, he pulls my arms up over my head, restraining me, knowing how much I love it when he becomes dominant Harry, how it turns me on even more than he already does. He plants slow, hot kisses against my neck. He builds up a rhythm and as he begins to increase his speed, a warm feeling starts to wash over me. Just as I can feel myself filling with pleasure, Harry starts to nuzzle his face into my neck, sending me even more over the edge.
"I'm ready" I whisper gently into his ear, and with that he knows exactly what to do.
As this warm sensation rushes through my veins, enveloping me in pleasure, I can't help but let a small moan escape my mouth. Harry moans deeply into my ear in response. I feel him jerk and he collapses on top of me. Our breathing erratic, I can feel his chest against mine rise up and down as his breath dances across my neck. He nuzzles further into my neck.
"I love…" I pause. I can't say that, I don't know if I feel it yet. But why would I start such a sentence? "… how you make me feel" I finish off.
"You're amazing you know that?" Harry states as he rolls off me.
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