Your POV

"Harry? Hurry up!" I yell from the massive bed Harry planted me on.

"Babe I'm coming, my sleeve got stuck in the shower panel..." He's so awkward at times.

My hands and toes were shivering, apparently Harry's heating system wasn't working and it wouldn't be able to get service until morning, it was the middle of November and London is always freezing.

"Finally." I groan as he returns and slips into the bed next to me.

"Jesus, it's so cold." His teeth chatter and I turn around, facing his chest.

"Let's keep each other warm." I grin and he returns it, laying practically on top of me, the cover going around us like a curtain and the extra blanket providing some warmth.

"Here baby, give me your hands." He points out and I nod, letting my boyfriend rub our hands together and bring them to his chest.

"Thank The Lord you're like a little ball of sun light." I sigh happily and snuggle closer to him, hiding my head between his neck.

"Yeah well now you're warm, what about me?" I can basically hear his pout.

"Fine..." I lift my leg and place it over his hip, drawing him closer to me.

"You're so erotic at times." He laughs softly and I smile, puckering my lips when he leans down to cherish my being with those heavenly kisses of his.

"God, I love you." I say and bite onto the flesh along his jaw line.

"And I love you." The last part comes out high pitched as I sucked on his jaw.

"You know, sexual inter course is one of the best ways to keep our bodies warm," I speak matter of factly, gliding my cold hand down his spine and to his bum.

"All for the human warmth, eh?" Harry asks cheekily and begins to roam his own hands around me.