Harry carried Julie's bags up to his room. He set them down and turned to her. "Hi." He said walking back up to her. He put his hands on her waist and looked down at her.

"Hi." She replied. She stood on her toes and kissed him. "Give me a few minutes and then I will give you your birthday present." She went back down on her feet and ran her hand over his chest.

Harry put his hand on hers on his chest and held her in place. "I don't need anything other than you." He took her hand and kissed her palm. "I've missed you long enough."

"Patience, my dear Harry, patience." Julie said patting his chest again. She grabbed her small bag and walked into the bathroom.

Harry sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his hands. He kicked off his boots. What was going on? All he wanted was to be close to her. Kiss her, hold her, be with her. Patience. Patience was not on his mind right now. He sat straight up when the bathroom door opened and she stepped out. She was barefoot and in a long silk black robe tied in a big bow in the front. The robe hugged her hips perfectly and moved silently with her. She looked amazing. When she stepped in between his legs, he put his hands on her hips and looked into her bright blue eyes. "You're so beautiful." He took one hand and gently caressed her cheek.

"You ready for your birthday present?" She said looking down into his eyes. She was glad he stayed sitting. She was nervous. She needed any advantage she could get. Their height difference was sometimes intimidating to her. She knew it would be for what she was about to do. She actually couldn't believe she was about to do it. She had thought long and hard about a birthday gift for him. He honestly could get anything that he wanted himself. She always preferred gifts being personal and intimate. There was nothing more intimate about what she was about to give him.

"I told you. You're all I want. All I need." He ran his hand down her arm.

"Well, good. Because all you have to do is unwrap it." She glanced down at the bow tied at her waist.

"Unwrap it?" Harry asked confused. He wasn't sure what she meant. When he saw her eyes glance down at the robe tie, his eyes widened. "You, mean, you, it's...you're...seriously?" He stuttered.

"Yes, Harry. I'm your gift." She felt the heat rise in her cheeks as she said it. She still hadn't raised her eyes. Oh, she was so out of her element with this. She had no clue what she was doing. But he always told her that all he ever wanted is her. Well, she was about to give herself to him. Fully. This was one of those moments where she knew his eyes would be all over her. She was willing to let him see her. All her insecurities, all her flaws, completely open.

Harry's hands were shaking. It wasn't like he'd never seen her before. But for her to offer. For her to be so open, so trusting of him. It was a huge step. One he'd been waiting for...longing for. No matter what, she was perfect to him. She didn't need to be perfect to anyone else. First, though, he put his hand on her cheek and gently lifted her face so he could look in her eyes. "This already is the best birthday gift I've ever gotten." His hands were still shaking as he went to the tie on her robe. He saw her watching his hands. He slowly untied the robe, letting the ties unwind and the robe fall slightly open. He gasped when he saw just a bit of a small black teddy underneath. Oh god, she didn't. "Fuck, baby. You didn't." He said. When she took her hands and opened the robe further and then slid it down her shoulders, he just stared. Small black bra with sheer lace hanging over her stomach, small black panties. Nothing else. When she let the robe fall to the floor, he grabbed her hips with both hands and pulled her closer. His eyes wandering over every part of her. "Son of a bitch."

"Happy Birthday, Harry. I hope you like it." She whispered.

"Like it? Baby, you're all I've ever wanted. I've told you that. And even though this wasn't necessary, you look incredible." He ran his hands over her stomach and ran the lace between his fingers. "This is breathtaking. It suits you so well. You have immaculate taste." He didn't expect it; but when he saw it, it was so her. Simple and black. Yet beautiful. He was the colorful one in this relationship. She was simple and refined. This blew his mind. He always hoped that she would be more open with him, especially when they were intimate. Not that he was complaining about their sex life, he just loved to see her gain confidence. He also knew opening herself up in this way was difficult for her. She was extremely uncomfortable with her body and her scars, because of how she'd been treated in the past. This meant she trusted him completely. Believed he loved what he saw. "I could sit and stare at you forever."

"Oh no. I'm not sure I could handle that." She looked into his eyes and smiled a nervous smile. "I still feel pretty uncomfortable. But, with you, I just want you to know there's no one I trust more. And you make me feel, like, I don't even know if I can say it." She took a deep breath, looked at the ground and then back at him. "You make me feel, pretty. I've never felt like that before. Yet, you say it all the time. I guess that it's true, when you're told something for so long, you just start to believe it." She ran her thumb over his lips. "So," she stepped back and slowly spun in a circle, "I'd like to show you."

Harry loved the eye contact. She wasn't one to hold it. She didn't like when he seemed to look so deeply into her. But she was keeping it longer and longer the more he knew her. When she stepped back and spun, he took a deep, shaky breath. "You're so beautiful." He stood up and walked up to her. His hands ran over the beautiful fabric of the teddy again. "I'm in heaven right now." He slid his finger under the strap on her shoulder. Slowly, he slid the strap off her shoulder and ran his hand over her shoulder. Then he did the same to the other side. "Your skin is my favorite thing to touch." He took her hand and spun her so her back was towards him. He kept her hand so that his arm was around her stomach and leaned down and kissed her shoulder and then the back of her neck. "I don't care if it takes all night. I want to touch every inch of your skin." He moved her hair and kissed down to the buckle of the bra.

Julie shivered when his lips made their way down her back. "Jesus, Harry. I know it's your birthday, but do you have to torture me?" She was struggling to breathe properly.

He chuckled, his lips still on her back. "I'm not torturing you." He ran his hand over her stomach under the shear lace. He felt her stomach clench. She reacted more positively to his touch every time they were together.

"Harry, aren't I supposed to be the one..." She started to say.

"No, it's my birthday; let me enjoy my present the way I want to." He laughed out loud when she slapped at his hands. "I'm selfish. And right now, I'm completely ok with that." He kissed the side of her neck. "Just relax." He reached up and undid the bra with one hand. When it loosened, he slid his hand around to the front of her, under the bra and over her breast. He groaned into her neck. She said he was torturing her, but he was torturing himself just as much. He was completely turned on. He still wasn't done feeling every inch of her skin though. "You're like a drug. One I'm completely addicted to." He slid the straps fully off her arms and let the bra drop to the floor. He cupped her breast and ran his hand down her stomach.

"Wait." She said putting her hand on his. She giggled when he groaned. "Oh, stop." She turned towards him. "You've got on way too many clothes. Let's be fair." She reached up, looked into his eyes, licked her lips and grabbed the top buttons on his shirt. She pulled and ripped the shirt open. Buttons flew across the room. She couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Oops. Hope you know a good tailor." She joked.

Harry couldn't help but smile widely when she ripped his shirt open. "Oh, I think I will keep it just like this to remind me of this night." He watched her run the shirt down his arms and drop it onto the floor.

"Well, I probably should be more careful with the pants. I mean, they are covering something very sensitive." She said as she ran her hand over his zipper.

"Fuck!" He looked down at her. "What's gotten into you?"

"Well, I'm trying to get you into me. But you're still clothed." She laughed. Oh god, this was so new. But she had to admit it was kind of fun. This tension was absolutely a good kind of tension. She hadn't known that existed.

He slapped her bum. He couldn't believe she said that. He loved it. But never expected it. She shocked him in a good way a lot. "You're being such a naughty, little angel." He laughed. "And I'm loving every second of it. But yes, maybe we should change that." His eyes widened when she quickly undid his button and zipper. "Well, who's being impatient now?" He watched her try to slide his skinny jeans down.

Julie started cracking up. She was struggling to get his jeans down over his legs. "See, I was right; it is a lot of damn work to get into your pants." She couldn't stop laughing.

"Julie!" He started laughing. "Seriously?!" He laughed harder because she was laughing so hard. "I guess we finally got to test the theory."

"I quit." She stood up straight. "You need to buy looser jeans." She put her hands on her hips and looked at him.

"Don't be a quitter." He watched her body closely as she stood there exposed in front of him. He never took his eyes from her as he removed his jeans. He was still laughing at her. She was still laughing. God, he loved her laugh. He wanted to hear it more. "I'm glad I could entertain you tonight."

"I'm sorry." She couldn't stop laughing. "I guess we've kind of come full circle." She walked past him and climbed up onto his bed. When he climbed up by her, she took a pillow and smacked him with it. She laughed a little bit harder.

Harry was caught a bit off guard but laughed when she did. Playful. Playful was good. Playful was fun. He loved this side of her. Well, he loved every side of her, but he wanted to see this side more. He grabbed the other pillow and hit her with it, and when he did she fell from her knees onto her butt.

"Hey!" She laughed. She was having an almost naked pillow fight with her extremely gorgeous, famous boyfriend. She never in a million years saw that coming. This was a scene she had never even dreamed about, but it seemed so normal for them. She hit him back with the pillow and laughed when he hit her back.

After a few minutes of pillow fighting on the bed, Harry grabbed the pillows and threw them aside. He took her arms and tackled her onto her back. "Alright, sassy, I think it's time for a different kind of fun." He looked down into her eyes. She had tears of laughter in them. He was happy. God, he was happy.

"I was having fun." She laughed at him. She reached up and put her hand on the side of his neck.

"Yeah, me too. But I'm ready for the next step." He ran his hand up her stomach and cupped her breast again. "Ok?"

She smiled at him. "Yes, perfectly ok." She reached up and kissed him. She ran her tongue over his lips, and this time, she started the tongue fight. She loved his kisses. She closed her eyes as the kiss continued to get deeper. She broke the kiss and arched her back and threw her head back when she felt his hand slide inside her panties. "Oh, god." She moaned.

"I told you before, Harry's fine." He chuckled.

"You're such a dork." She reached up and pulled his hair. She looked into his eyes. "I love you." She played with his hair. That same curl, even though it was longer, that she played with the first night he ended up in her bed.

Harry closed his eyes and sighed. It really was like they had come full circle. He opened his eyes and looked back into hers. "I love you, too." He kissed her again and then gently removed her panties. He took off his boxers and laid back over her. His heart was full. He felt a high he hadn't experienced before. She really was his drug. He kissed her slowly, deeply, and passionately. He kneed her legs apart gently and lay between them. He wanted to feel her. He wanted to feel connected to her physically right now. When he felt emotionally connected more than he ever had before. When he broke the kiss, he looked her in the eyes and never broke eye contact as he entered her slowly. He kept that eye contact as he moved slowly. It was a deep feeling. The connection was so deep, so intimate, he swore he felt her in ways he never had before.

Julie ran her hands over Harry's shoulders. When he caught her eyes after the kiss and never let go of them, she tried really hard not to look away. She loved him, more than she ever thought her heart capable. This is what she wanted, what she needed. He is what she wanted, what she needed. His heart, his compassion, his kindness, his understanding and patience. She was so very lucky to have found him. To her surprise, it became easier to keep that eye contact. He always said he wanted her to see herself the way he saw her. She almost felt she could. His eyes showed his feelings. They looked so deeply into her and for once it wasn't scary. For once, someone seeing her wasn't sending her into flight mode. For once, she wanted to stay right where she was. She rubbed her hands down his shoulders. They moved slowly together, and she was amazed by the feeling.

Harry moved slowly and deeply for a while, she felt amazing around him. The eye contact alone was a turn on to him. He loved that she felt comfortable enough to keep looking him in the eyes. It made everything more intimate. When she groaned and her nails dug a little harder into his shoulders, he started moving faster and deeper. He knew she was coming to her high just like him. The eye contact stayed. After a few more minutes, they both came together. Eyes still looking into each other's. Both trying to catch their breath. He leaned down and kissed her gently as he finished, and he felt her muscles start to relax. "Happy Birthday to me." He said laughing.

Julie laughed and swatted at his shoulder. "Really Harry? Way to ruin the moment."

"Nothing could ever ruin this night for me." He said rolling off of her and pulling her to him. "This was by far the best birthday present I have ever gotten. It was a night full of everything I could ever ask for. And I so cannot wait for my next birthday." He kissed her head when she laid it on his chest. He pulled the sheet over them.

Julie ran her fingers over his tattoos outlining them gently and lazily. "It was a pretty incredible night, huh? Happy Birthday. I love you very much."

"I love you, too, baby." He kissed her head again. He closed his eyes and leaned his head against hers. Things were incredible right now. He really wished this night didn't have to end. He may not have been looking for love, but there was no doubt he'd found it. She may not believe him, but he needed her. He needed her more than he thought he would. Seeing her laugh and happy was his goal from now on. It's what he wanted more than anything. That intimate feeling continued as they talked and joked together for quite some time. Eventually, they showered, had a late-night snack, and talked, watching the sun come up. They fell asleep on the couch wrapped in each other's arms. There could not have been a more perfect end to his birthday.

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