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Harmony squealed when Rory rolled them, resettling in her new position and grinning happily at him, running her fingers from her hair to pull it out of her face. “Hmm,” She pretended to think a moment, enjoying the light touches of his fingers and lips on her skin. “Yea,” Harmony said finally, though she’d decided the moment he’d asked. She inclined her head to kiss his cheek, coming to rest her temple in the curve of his neck. “I’ll stay the night,” She moved her hand to slip fingers into the hair at the back of his neck, brushing through it until they were free of the short strands before repeating the action, this time tracing her nails lightly over the muscles in his neck when she was done. ‘I’ll break up with Armando’ the words spun in her head a bit, and she contemplated saying them for a moment, biting at her lip and finally deciding not to. “Is Cam going to be back?” She asked instead, raising an eyebrow in question as she rolled onto her back, one hand brushing knuckles along his side.

This was more than Rory would ever had ask for. Her with him. He grabbed the edge of the blanket and moved cover them. He glanced down at her as she gave him a thoughtful look and rolled his eyes. Ever the drama queen. “Good.” He laughed as she kissed his cheek and he turned so to catch her lips for a brief kiss. His eyes slipped shut in content as she fit under his chin. A sigh left his lips as her buried his nose against her head, taking the scent that was Harmony. He shrugged. “I would imagine so.” He opened his eyes and looked down curiously at her as she shifted her position. His hands continued to trace the contours of her body before his hand slid to the side of her face and turned her head to face him. He leaned in and kissed her before relaxing once more. “Why do you ask?”

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Harmony pressed her lips to Rory’s collarbone when she heard her name, following the curve of his neck and continuing her movements, still trying to catch her breath. Finally, she lifted her head and brushed her lips over his, pulling away to lift herself off him and sit farther back on his thighs, wincing slightly. She didn’t say anything, smiling to herself with her lip between her teeth as she splayed her fingers on his chest. Harmony could barely suppress the massive grin on her face and made a point of watching her finger as it traced his skin, not sure she’d be able to not burst into happy laughter if she made eye contact with him. “Soooo,” Her voice was a little raspy, and she paused a moment before leaning forwards to kiss him again, unable not to for some reason. “I’m glad I didn’t miss the bus coming over here,” She said finally, giving in and meeting his eyes. She did exactly what she’d expected; broke into a massive grin and started laughing, leaning forwards to drop her head to his shoulder as she giggled.

A shiver ran up his spine as she pressed her lips to his neck and collarbone and pulled off him. Another shiver ran through him as he watched her sit on his thighs. He noticed the wince and licked his bottom lip hoping she was okay. He ran his fingers up her thighs, and over the curve where her leg and hip met. His gaze fell to her finger and watched as she it idly traced his chest that heaved slowly. “So…” he said catching breath. He lifted his head and met her lips with the same kiss. He snorted and lifted up a little so he was leaning back on his elbows. “I’m glad too.” He said as he traced her bare back with his finger tips. Her gaze met his and he grinned back at her as she started to smile and laugh. He wasn’t exactly sure why but he was all smiles himself. After all he’d just lost his virginity to her. When she leaned into him, he grinned and rolled them over so she was on the inside of the bed laying on her side but still very much flushed against his body. His hand moved around her waist and pressed kisses to her shoulder. “Will you stay the night/” He asked tracing her spine with his finger tips.

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Harmony was barely registering her own quiet noises, so focused on the ones Rory gave. His hands, gripping at her hips, were far less overpowering than she’d ever thought that sort of thing could be, guiding and helping her movements as opposed to directing them. She grinned when he kissed her again, the smile fading slightly and her forehead creasing when her body’s response to his amplified and she gave a moan. Harmony rocked a little faster, her movements still experimental as their contact reached a point where she felt as though she didn’t know what would happen next, though she did. She moved both hands to his neck, her thumbs against his jaw, and kissed him again, harder than before. It wasn’t urgent, exactly, not desperate, but she certainly had the sense that time was going far faster than it actually was. She pulled away slightly when she came, her forehead still resting against his as she whimpered quietly, her hips rocking of their own accord and her eyes screwed shut.

Rory leaned his head back and let out more moans. At first a little conscious about them and careful not to make them too loud with no real reason other than he felt as though he would have embarrassed himself or her. But her hands clutched down on his shoulders, and her hips started to move a little faster and shit it felt so good. His knees bent a little as he pushed into her, just a little deeper. Rory’s eyes searched Harmony’s face, twisted in pleasure his own he sure mirrored it. He pushed his hips up to meet hers as she increased her speed. His own hips lifting, his jaw slacking as his breath labored. The noises she was making worried him even if they were sounds of pleasure. He peppered her warm cheeks with chaste kisses. He wasn’t going to last, he knew he wasn’t. He tugged at her bottom lip, “Mona…” Her name was the only warning he had as he felt a tightening in his lower stomach.  

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Harmony let out a small breath, moving her hands to grip his shoulders as she lifted her head. “Yea, I’m good,” she nodded, smiling and then kissing him again, rocking her hips experimentally. There was a small twinge of pain, but it faded quickly and Harmony’s breath caught in her throat, thrown off slightly. It wasn’t as though she was totally oblivious, she knew the mechanics, but she’d never imagined it would be this… acute. She opened her eyes again, given that they had fallen half shut, and was astounded by how surreal this was. Harmony contemplated for a second why she’d given in here, and now, though the thoughts were fleeting and disjointed, and she realized she hadn’t really given in, she’d made the decision herself. “Rory,” he’d been the one to give her that choice, and she grinned at him again before kissing him, inclining her head to press her lips to the underside of his jaw as she rocked forwards again, doing her best to keep, or even start, some semblance of a pace.

He waited, his eyes screwed shut when he felt her lift up a little. All little movement sending a wave of pleasure through him. His eyes opened and watched her features, the smile on her face making him a little more at ease. He rested his hands on her hips and watched her, letting out a small moan as she rocked her hips. He wanted her to move more, but didn’t want to be quick in his own movement. He saw her face flicker to pain a little and he bit his lip hoping she was alright. Rory hadn’t moved once, he waited until she was ready and was moving on her own before she mumbled his name. His chin tilted up as she started to kiss along the line and her hips started to move. His heels dug into the mattress and started to find a rhythm with her, his hands guiding her hips as much as he could. He turned his head and moved to catch her lips with his own. His tongue slipped past her lips while his nails dug into her skin. Rory continued to thrust his hips up until they were moving in sync together, and he had small grunts spilling from his mouth into hers.

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Harmony laughed softly at the way Rory fumbled, trying to get his underwear off. Usually she was the clumsy one, he was the dancer, graceful - Or at least some semblance of graceful, most of the time. She kept laughing too, completely enamored by how endearingly adorable he was being and amused by the fact that he obviously had hardly more, if not just as little experience as she did. And she was supposed to be the awkward one. Harmony resettled on his lap, smiling at him when he moved the blanket around her hips and raising an eyebrow when he said her name. Well, his version of her name. He was the only person who called her that. She didn’t reply, however, and she shivered with the way he traced along her skin, her eyes rolling back slightly with the brilliantly soft touches. She was aware enough to catch his lips, however, and kissed him back easily, though fervency seemed inappropriate for how suddenly gentle the situation had become. She caught his eyes when he pulled back, giving him a small half smile and a tiny nod. “You’ve got me,” Harmony said softly, kissing him again as she rolled forwards and onto him. She let out a quiet noise of pain against his lips, pausing a moment and pulling away to exhale, lowering herself slowly until her hips were against his and resting a bit, her forehead pressed against his shoulder.

It was very carefree. This moment, she was laughing at him and he was laughing at himself as well. She was sitting on him casually like she did that often. Never mind the fact she was naked on top of him. He continued to let his hands trace along her body and kissed her back. Rory glanced at her and fuck, he hated her at that moment. The way she made his heart race, even after two years he couldn’t control that feeling she gave him. His own hips lifted to meet hers and he watched as she slid onto him. His hand moved to her cheek as she lowered herself down, his eyes screwing shut at the feeling. She was tight and it was feeling that he was focusing on so he wasn’t to end things too soon. He didn’t move, his hips were lifted up to hers, but he didn’t move. He waited until she was ready and let her relax against him for a second. “Okay?” He asked as his fingers ran down her back slowly. He kissed the side of her head and waited until she was ready.

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Harmony needed to keep reminding herself that this was Rory - Not because she was beginning to get nervous about the situation, or because she wanted to step back and say no - But because the fact that it was him seemed to be the only plausible reason for the complete lack of those things. In a way, even though he was a jerk and teased her about anything he could think of any chance he got and was vulgar and brash and liked embarrassing her, he was sort of her bestfriend. She should’ve been panicking slightly, about to cross a line she’d never crossed before - Well, probably a few lines - And he was watching her do it. No, really, he’d propped himself up in a way that made it far easier for him to watch her undress, and though she did flush as she realized that, she didn’t want to run away from it. She got to watch him take off his shorts, however, and grinned over what she had obviously caused, proud of herself, as childish as she was. Harmony smiled again at his soft prompting, leaning forward to rest her hands on his chest as he kissed her and allowing him to pull the straps from her shoulders.

Here was the moment of nervousness she’d been waiting for, and it’s presence was almost comforting as it dissipated. At least she didn’t have to wait for it anymore. She held her breath as he slid his hands along her sides, but released it the moment he was kissing her again, suddenly not caring all that much and letting out another quiet sound, her back arching despite the lightness of the touch. Harmony moved her hands from Rory’s shoulders - A movement she couldn’t help but slightly regret, immediately missing the warmth of his skin against hers. She hooked her thumbs into her panties and tugged them from her hips, doing it without thought and not allowing herself a chance to hesitate before kicking them away. She leaned against him, her body pressed to his as she moved her lips to Rory’s jaw again, nipping lightly and running her hands, palms flat, along his biceps.

Rory could see the smile on her face as she glance down between them and he fought the redness off his cheeks when she looked back at him. He simply rolled his eyes at her smug smile and leaned up to press his lips against hers, if only to mask a similar grin that was starting to appear. She was exposed to him and he’d taken the moment to let his eyes taken in what he saw as she moved to remove her panties in haste. It was only for a moment before she was flushed against his. Her hands holding him against the bed while his hands twitched with anticipation. They wanted to run along her body. Along her smooth skin and have her feeling committed to memory. His teeth sank into his teeth as he could feel her lips against his jaw and her body moving lightly against hers. They were going to do this. There had been no inclination the night before, none when she walked through the door.

Something that happened naturally as she walked through the door and kissed him. His hands slid to his boxer briefs and pulled down the last barrier between them. The one thing that stopped them from having full skin to skin contact. He ungracefully got them off his ankles and laughed a little nervously. He sat up, pushing her up so she was straddling his lap and he maneuvered around awkwardly as he pulled the blanket from under him and moved it so rested around her hips. None of what he was doing would be considered sexy and when he leaned back he glanced up at her with a smile that everyone compared to his father’s when he was nervous. He slid his hands up and down her sides. He was completely free and so was she. “Mona?” He asked tracing the contours of her body, watching his fingers intently as he traced her breasts and then disappeared behind her back. His gaze blinking up towards her. He licked his lips and leaned up briefly to kiss her. “I want you, Harmony.” He said against her lips and pulled back so his eyes could catch her gaze.

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“Pretty sure you’re the cocky one,” Harmony teased when Rory pushed her off, the idea that the movement might be him rejecting her never crossing her mind. She raised an eyebrow when he leaned forwards, having expected him to finish tugging off his shorts, and her jaw fell slightly slack when he pressed his lips against her skin. “Rory…” It wasn’t a warning, she was saying his name simply to say it, and her voice shook slightly as she did so. Both her hands when to his shoulders, and she dug short nails against his skin, gripping at the muscle there when he pulled her jeans down. She flushed a bit when he moved his lips lower, realizing that not only was she very much exposed, but her bra and panties didn’t even match - Dark purple and neon green, really? Harmony shook her head, allowing herself a moment of self criticism before pressing on Rory’s shoulders and leaning down as she pushed him back, stepping out of her jeans completely. She pressed her lips to his collarbone, his shoulder, and trailed the nails of one hand along his arm, pushing again with the other in an effort to get him to lie back. She dropped her hands again once she thought he’d gotten the message, using one to hook into his shorts once more and tug, her other hand going to undo the front clasp of her bra, though she didn’t shrug out of it once it was loose.

“I am.” He grinned with a quick kiss to her lips. “Can’t both be cocky though.” He smirked a little and nipped at the skin of her hips. Her hips, which had always been the one thing his eyes were drawn to, now bare and red from his constant soft bites. His hands ran up the inside of her legs. Legs that he often teased her about for being so short but always wanted wrapped around him. Fuck her and her legs. He pressed kisses to the front of the edge of her panties and let his hands roam behind her. Everything about this felt like it was straight from one of his dreams. The way her voice sounded saying his name, and a part of him feared he was going to wake up and she wouldn’t be there. She would be gone and he was left with an arousal in his pants. But his fingers ran over the curve of her ass and refused to believe it was one.  Especially with the painfully pleasured feeling of her nails sinking into his shoulder.

Everything about Harmony seemed to make him smile at that moment. She wasn’t just Maddie and Maggie’s little sister. she was so much more to him than that. He leaned back a little as she pushed him back and climbed backed on him. He gulped a little audibly and while he often acted he was proficient in between the sheets, he knew that this was his first real experience with it. He’d gotten very close many times, but when Harmony reached behind her and unclasped her bra to the point her bra was now loose in front of her chest he realized he’d never gotten this far. He fell back against his pillow, moving it under his head just slightly so he was raised up to watch what she was doing. His hands slid down to his sides and he tugged his shorts down to leave him in his boxer briefs. One article of clothing for the other. “Mona…” It was said in a tone of encouragement as he lifted a hand up to the back of her neck and brought her down to his lips. His free hand ran down her shoulder and slid the strap off and repeated the step on the other side, until the bra slid down her arms and fell on his chest. He gulped once more as he pulled it off him and let it fall to the floor beside him before he let his hands rest on her hips and travel up. He was slow about his movement, as if to give her time to stop him. He leaned up and caught her lips as his fingers traced the curve under her breast.

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Harmony grinned again when he unzipped his hoodie and tossed it away, more than happy to allow him to wrap his arm around her and pull their bodies together, the dry heat between them feeling far better than she thought it would. She let out a small squeal when he picked her up, however, wrapping an arm around his neck and locking her legs around his waist as he carried her - Something that was obviously not a difficult feat, given her lack of height. She ran the flat of her palm along his bare shoulder when he sat back down, following along his neck and jaw to slip her fingers into his hair. “Oh really now?” Harmony laughed, though the sound was rather breathless and her words came out far less teasing than originally intended. Her hair spilled from her shoulder as she tilted her head back, giving Rory more room, and she let out a moan she was entirely sure she was proud of, though she definitely thought Rory would be. She trailed the fingers of one hand down his chest, surprised by her own boldness, though she didn’t stop to contemplate it, and hooked two fingers into the elastic waist of his shorts. She tugged at them slightly and lifted her head again, her eyes closed as she kissed him, unable to not release another muffled sound against his lips.

Everything about being with Harmony had been everything he expected. Nothing fell short. From the squeal she let out when he lifted her to the look in her eyes when she stared down at him. Her touch lighting him on fire, and he found it so easy to be comfortable with her. Whether it be the years of knowing her or her being Harmony being a factor he didn’t know. He had no problem when he focused on every bit of her skin he placed his lips along her chest. His fingers running over her abdomen and tracing the edge of her jeans. “Shut up.” He mumbled against her collarbone. “Don’t get cocky, Mona.” He laughed pressing a light kiss to her chin. He raised a hand to her jaw and lead her lips back to his. With Sugar and with Ari, he was always hesitant with his touches. Afraid that he would step to far to the point of no return, but with Harmony he felt confident with every kiss he placed. That confidence lifted as she moaned without holding back. A sound that shook him to the very core. He pulled back as she tugged at his shorts and he glanced down before looking up at her only to find her lips back on his. Rory pushed her off his lap so that she was standing in front of him, his hands on her hips as he placed kisses along her stomach and hips. He glanced up at her while his hands ran over her lower back and over the back of her jeans to pull her closer. The tip of his tongue just barely grazing the edge of where skin met denim. He undid the button and the zipper before he took hold of either edge of her jeans and tugged them down her legs, kissing the exposed parts of her body. His desire for her heightened when he realized she was in her bra and panties in front of him. That desire being made very obvious in his loose shorts.

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Harmony kissed Rory again, enjoying every minute of it even as her mind caught up with her body, not only acknowledging, but amplifying each touch. She pulled away when he moved his hands to her legs, crossing her arms over her waist again and pulling her tanktop off, as well, smiling at him when she’d managed to free herself from it completely. She kissed him again, rocking forwards in a movement that wasn’t entirely unfamiliar, but elicited a small sound from her nonetheless. She sat back again and crossed her arms over her chest, readjusting how she was sitting slightly and raising an eyebrow at him. “Mine goes, yours goes?” The brunette prompted softly, moving one hand to grip at the collar of his shirt and tug slightly, doing a terrible job of suppressing her grin.

When she pulled back he was about to pull his hands up and off her thinking he’d offended her, but in fact had done the exact opposite. He watched as she tugged her tank top off and sat on him in her jeans and her bra. He felt a familiar fire start to spark in the pit of his stomach and even more familiar tingle in his shorts. His lips eagerly kissed hers back and dropped in a pleasured gasp as she started to rock against him. He was a little surprised by her sudden boldness and he took back everything he’d ever said about her. He opened his eyes when she pulled away and sat back. He raised an eyebrow back at her, as if challenging her before she tugged at his collar. He started to grin as he unzipped the hoodie and shrugged it off. His arms moved back around her waist and he lifted her up. The last thing he needed was for Cameron to walk in on this. He carried her into his room and kicked the door shut before sitting down on his bed, with her back in her proper place on his lap. “I take everything I’ve ever said about you being inexperience back.” He joked as he pressed kisses along her shoulder, collar bone and chest. 

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It wasn’t as though Harmony was entirely inexperienced, because she wasn’t, but she still grinned when Rory said her name, straddling his hips as he pulled her down against him. She tipped her head back slightly when he brushed his lips along her skin, her nails digging into the fabric of the couch as she let out a small sound. When Rory met her lips again, she dropped her hands to his shoulders, tracing across the planes of his chest with her fingers and letting herself enjoy the ease of it, how comfortable it was to be slow with him, the lack of urgency. It was something she’d never really experienced before, just kissing, knowing the other person didn’t expect or need anything more than that - And despite Rory’s reputation, she really did think he was fine with just this. Harmony smiled again when his skin pressed against hers, pulling away slightly to readjust so she could press her lips to his neck, following the column of it and brushing her thumb along the underside of his jaw. She hesitated a moment before dropping one hand to the bottom of his shirt, sliding her hand under it and against the muscle of his abdomen, pulling his shirt up along with her wrist.

That little sound she let out made the hairs on Rory’s neck stand on edge and he could hardly believe it was happening. He was actually sitting there, making out with Harmony. Rory didn’t have a hard time getting girls. By this point in his life he’d actually mastered swooning girls into his arms, but Harmony was different. He didn’t want to just tell her things that would make her fall for him. He wanted to mean the things he said to her. He wanted to make her excited to see him. He didn’t think too much about it though as she moved her hands to his shoulder. And he was so perfectly content with just this, with just making out with her. His hands didn’t roam, instead just massaged her lower back and sucked at her bottom lip just as she pulled away to give attention his neck. He leaned back against the couch and arched his neck for her while he tried to focus on what her hands were doing. His own slid from around her back down her hips and on to her legs, running his finger tips over her jeans. It was so hard to believe that she’d come over just to make out with him, but he wasn’t complaining.