#this was supposed to be a short drabble hahaha i got carried away

[shannonisawitch]

Yacht Club

Mc buys a yacht and takes her future wifey for a cruise 💋

Sonia x MC

Sonia stood at the end of a dock and scoffed at the scrap of paper she held in her hand. The coordinates scribbled on the paper led to a spot off the coast of the Bahamas, a spot in the middle of the fucking ocean. She hadn’t believed it at first, thought that maybe there was a mistake, but the bartender at the tiny bar at the head of the dock had assured her that yes, the coordinates were indeed the middle of the ocean.

“Excuse me, miss?”

Sonia turned to face an older man, a captain’s hat covering his graying hair. “Yes?”

“What coordinates do you have?”

Slightly baffled, Sonia raised an eyebrow. “Why do you ask?”

“I was sent to receive a visitor for my boss, Fiera. A chase is in effect, and the finish line is near.”

Sonia smiled at the code and handed the man the slip of paper. “Mind telling me why these coordinates are going to take us to the middle of the ocean?”

“Afraid I’m on strict orders to tell you nothing and bring you to the coordinates at your earliest convenience.”

“Alright,” Sonia shrugged. “Off we go then, captain.”

“Please, call me Simon. Boat’s this way.”

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After almost drowning in a small boat several months ago, it was safe to say that Sonia was not currently a big fan of the small motor boat moving farther out to sea. They passed islands and other boats, the sun beginning to sink below the horizon, casting the ocean in a pink sun-kissed haze.

“Not too much longer now,” Simon called from his position at the motor.

The water was calm around them, a crystalline blue, and Sonia took a deep breath. She never thought that she’d find herself in the Bahamas, let alone chasing down a very special someone for what was probably the sixth time. Or was it the seventh? The things she did for this woman. Between her trying to throw every major protection agency off Gwen’s tail and Gwen lying low and seemingly disappearing every couple of weeks, they had to get creative with where and when they got to see one another. Sonia wasn’t complaining, she loved the constant exchange of clues that they’d leave for one another, hinting at locations and encrypted phone numbers so that they could at least speak to one another when a face-to-face meeting was too risky. Safe to say it was the most exciting relationship Sonia had ever been in, but also the most challenging. She’d give almost anything to have Gwen in her life every day, but that was a dream for another time, another day.

A large shape on the horizon drew her attention, and realization finally dawned on her; the coordinates were in the middle of the ocean, yes, but they led directly to a yacht. A very large, very expensive looking yacht.

“Welcome to the Ippolita! Named after the first crown princess of Monaco, you know.” Simon announced, pulling up to the rear of the vessel and tying off the small boat. Sonia smirked at the name of the boat and grabbed her bag, Simon helping her onto the loading dock. “Fiera will most likely be on the second deck, she’s expecting you. Please enjoy your stay.”

Simon gave her a salute as he turned and walked away. Sonia moved to the staircase on her left, marveling at the sheer size of the ship as she ascended to the second deck. Lounge chairs faced out to the ocean, a pair of sliding glass doors behind them, soft music coming from within. Sonia eased the door open, cool air brushing against her face as she walked into the room. A king-sized bed faced the floor to ceiling windows, giving a stunning view of the ocean. Sonia set her bag on the bed and walked down the hall, following the music. She came into a sitting area and there, sitting at a table with blueprints, papers, and devices scattered across it, was Gwen. She chatted animatedly to someone on the phone, shifting through the mess before her.

“Rye, don’t worry, I’ve got it covered.”

Sonia leaned against the door frame, watching the other woman silently. Gold light flooded the room, bathing Gwen in a warm glow, her long hair swept over one shoulder. Sonia was admiring the curve of her neck when Gwen turned around, a smile spreading across her lips at the sight of Sonia.

“Hey Rye, I’m going to have to call you back.” Gwen hung up the phone without waiting for an answer and set it on the table, rising from her chair and crossing the room.

“So, you’re Fiera now, huh?”

“The name kind of found me, and I needed a new cover, so I’m not complaining.”

“Sounds like there’s a story behind that.”

“There is.” Gwen stepped in front of her, letting her arms wrap around Sonia’s waist. “But a story for another time. I’ve missed you.”

“Kiss me like you miss me.”

Gwen laughed against her lips and pulled her to the bedroom.

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“So… did you steal this yacht too?” They were lying in bed, the ocean calm and dark before them, the windows open to let in the cool sea air.

“Hmm, I can’t remember.”

Sonia rolled her eyes and swatted away Gwen’s wandering hand. “Don’t avoid the question, darling.”

“No, I didn’t steal the yacht, darling.” Gwen chuckled, rolling so she was lying over Sonia, her hair falling around them like a curtain. “I’ve recently come into a lot of money.”

“Lucky you.” Sonia drew lazy circles along Gwen’s back. “Brown hair suits you.”

“Figured I needed to change some things up after my run-in with Ansel’s team in Dubai a few weeks ago. You know, just normal life on the run.”

Sonia leaned up and captured her lips, the kiss slow and lazy. Gwen leaned into her, a heat flushing through her body.

“I could lay here and kiss you all night, but I do have a dinner planned for us on the upper deck,” she whispered against her lips.

The two got dressed and made their way to the upper deck, where a table was waiting under the light of the moon. Candles were lit around the deck, and Sonia smiled as she sat down, a single red rose sitting atop her plate.

“A rose in bloom waits for you in the sea, follow these coordinates and you’ll get to me,” Sage said, reciting the clue and watching Sonia pick up the rose.

“The final clue to finding you. You know how to put up a good chase.” Sonia’s eyes shined with mirth as she looked at Gwen across the table. “It killed me not to see you for a whole seven weeks, you know. But at least the chase kept me sane.”

“Actually, that’s what I want to talk to you about. But first, let’s eat.”

A few crew members walked up the stairs and placed dishes of lobster, shrimp, and caviar on the table, next to baskets of bread and fruit. Champagne was poured into two glasses, and Gwen raised hers in a toast as the crew walked back down the stairs.

“A toast. To evading Ansel, bathing in riches, and most importantly, to us.”

“I’ll drink to that,” Sonia replied, clinking her glass to Gwen’s. “To us.”

“Now, back on topic. As much as I love configuring elaborate chases to get you to find me, I know they can’t go on forever. Seven weeks is much too long without you. You’ve done a phenomenal job keeping them off my trail for the last six months-”

“You’re welcome, by the way.”

“… and while I’ve had a few close calls, I’d say I’m mostly out of hot water. Especially now that my… assets have been divvied up. I have the funds to escape Ansel and watch him combust into flames from afar, metaphorically of course.”

Sonia laughed, plucking a strawberry into her mouth. “And?”

“And I think we should stop running. At least, stop running in opposite directions. Sonia, I love the short time we get to spend together, but I hate when you leave, and I hate having to put distance between ourselves. I know that I can keep Ansel off my tail and keep anyone from suspecting that you were ever involved. You could come with me, and we could go wherever we wanted.”

“Gwen, I can’t just run away with you. What about my job, and my family?”

“Babe, I’ve got enough money that you’ll never have to work a day in your life, but I know you’re passionate about your career, so I’ve found a couple opportunities that might fit your liking.”

Simon walked up the deck at that moment, a pile of folders in his hands. He handed them off to Gwen and refilled their champagne before giving a salute and striding from the deck.

“Thank you, Simon! Now, in this folder you’ll find security details, agency consulting, course teaching, and positions open in law enforcement from pretty much all around the world. You can have your pick, and before you say anything about being handed a job, know that you deserve this, especially after everything Ansel put you through. You’re qualified for every job in this folder.” Gwen handed the folder across the table to Sonia, her expression serious. “I know it’s a lot to think about, so I don’t expect an answer right away. Actually, you don’t owe me an answer, just know that I support you no matter what you do.”

“Gwen, I… I don’t know… what…” Sonia flipped through the folder, her eyes wide. Positions at MI6, the CIA, private security teams. She skimmed through the packets, speechless.

“Hold on, I’m not done yet.” She opened a second folder, flipping through papers and photos. “When we were trapped on that tiny boat and you told me about your sister and how she lost everything, you were so anguished…” Gwen reached across the table and took Sonia’s hand. “I decided right there and then that I never wanted to see you sad again. So, I got to work.”

Sonia took the new folder Gwen handed her, not letting go of her other hand.

“Your sister should be receiving a job offer that she can’t pass up. A great yearly salary, benefits, all that jazz. She’ll also be contacted on Monday with news that a long-lost relative has passed and has left her a small fortune. She and her daughter will live comfortably, and safely, for the rest of their lives.” Sonia was squeezing her hand so hard, she was sure it was going to snap in two. “Oh, and the dickwad that caused all her problems is now sitting cozy in a cell at Trask Island, conveniently linked to the theft of some priceless Monaco jewels…”

Sonia sat speechless, tears in her eyes as she stared across at Gwen. Gwen smirked, trying to gauge her reaction.

“Is this a good reaction, or did I fuck up?”

Sonia jumped from her chair and was in front of Gwen in the blink of an eye, her hands cupping her face. “Gwendolyn Hargraves, you are the greatest person I know. What did I do to deserve you?”

Gwen didn’t get a chance to answer as Sonia sealed their lips together in a searing kiss.

“I have so many questions,” Sonia said breathlessly, breaking the kiss. “But first, why? Why go through all the trouble?”

“Babe.” Gwen pulled Sonia down so she was sitting on her lap, legs dangling off the side of the chair. “I’d honestly do anything for you. This was the least I could do. You’ve already done so much for me.”

Sonia kissed her again, slow and tantalizing, her teeth nipping at Gwen’s lower lip. Gwen squeaked in surprise but kissed her back with such fever and passion that Sonia felt her world spin.

“Our dinner is getting cold,” Gwen mumbled against her lips.

“I’m suddenly not that hungry,” Sonia smirked. “Only want you.”

A shiver ran through Gwen as Sonia’s nimble fingers reached for the hem of her shirt, breaking the kiss to quickly pull it over Gwen’s head and discard it on the floor. Gwen’s skin was hot to her touch, her heart pulsing as she let her hands wander to skim the soft skin of her stomach.

“This chair is getting in my way,” Gwen said against her neck, kissing the olive skin. “Perhaps we can move to the lounge chair.”

Sonia chuckled in her ear, untangling herself and rising from the chair, pulling Gwen so they were flush against one another. Gwen smiled against her lips as she walked backwards towards the lounge chair, keeping her arms tight around Sonia. The back of her calf caught the edge of the chair and she fell back, Sonia following her down with a laugh.

“I’m really glad I went with the plush lounge chairs,” Gwen smirked, pulling Sonia’s shirt over her head. “I’m also really glad you wore your lacey bra.”

Sonia rolled her eyes but laughed again, raking her nails down Gwen’s back as she rolled her hips.

“Fuck, that was hot,” Gwen groaned, leaning back on her elbows to watch Sonia move above her. “But something needs to be done before we go any further or I’m going to go crazy.”

“Pants. Off.”

“My thoughts exactly.”

Sonia stood quickly to pull off her pants while Gwen shimmied out of hers. Sonia was back on top of her in a moment, grinding into her while Gwen let her fingers wander to the clasp of her bra.

“Do you know what Fiera means, my love?” Gwen whispered, kissing the shell of her ear.

“Enlighten me,” Sonia mumbled against her jaw.

“Wild animal.”

“I hope you live up to your name then, Fiera.”

Intense heat ran through Gwen’s body as Sonia started kissing down her chest, her hands lost in Sonia’s hair as she moved lower.

“I thought you weren’t hungry,” Gwen said with a smirk, gasping when Sonia nipped at the inside of her thigh.

“Shut it, Fiera.”

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Sonia woke the next morning to the soft sound of the yacht moving through the waves, the sheets cool underneath her, the sun warm on her sore limbs as it seeped through the massive windows. She felt completely at ease, and completely sated. Remembering last night, she smiled and opened her eyes, but the bed was empty beside her.

She sat up in the bed and yawned, stretching her arms above her head, looking out at the crystal blue waters moving swiftly past. Gwen stood at the railing, her hair loose around her shoulders, a robe tide loosely around her. Sonia gathered the top sheet off the bed and wrapped it around her, moving out of the cabin to stand on the deck. Gwen turned at the sound of footsteps, a smile gracing her lips.

“Good morning, mi amor.” The term of endearment rolled off her tongue, and Sonia smiled brighter.

“Good morning, lover.” Sonia stepped behind her, wrapping her arms around her waist and resting her chin on Gwen’s shoulder. The yacht was moving swiftly past scattered islands, the sun bright on the horizon. “Where are we off to?”

“It’s a surprise.” Gwen covered Sonia’s hands with her own, leaning into her. “Did you sleep well?”

“Exceptionally. Best sleep I’ve had in months.”

“Good.” Gwen turned her head and gave her a chaste kiss as the boat slowed beneath them. 

“I thought about your offer. It only took me a few moments to decide, but I think I’d like to run away with you, Gwen Hargraves.”

Gwen turned in her arms, looking into her eyes. “Are you sure?”

“I haven’t been more sure of anything else in my life,” Sonia says with a laugh. “It will be a new adventure.”

Gwen kisses her again, emotion heavy on her lips. They stand there for a moment, leaning against one another. 

“Thank goodness, because honestly I was running out of clever clues to leave you.”

Light laughter dances on the breeze as Sonia buries her nose in Gwen’s neck, drinking in the scent of her sunkissed skin. “I decided last night, as soon as you handed me that second folder. I don’t want to live without you.”

“And now you’ll never have to.”

They stand in the sun, basking in the moment of just being together.

“I think we’re just about there, shall we go get dressed?” Gwen asks after several minutes, running her hands up and down Sonia’s arms.

“If we must.”

“Bikinis are mandatory.”

“Did you book an island?” Sonia asked, turning to look over the side of the boat, an island not too far away.

“Babe, I bought an island.” Gwen turned out of Sonia’s arms, sauntering back into the cabin, shooting Sonia a smirk over her shoulder.

“Son of a bitch. I could get used to having a sugar momma.”

Gwen’s laughter filled the cabin.

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The beach was pristine, the white sand near blinding in the afternoon sun. A breeze ruffled Sonia’s hair as she flipped through one of the job packets, the folder on her lap and a highlighter in hand, Gwen’s head cradled on her thighs as they lounged in the sand under the shade of an umbrella.

“You’re such a nerd with your highlighter.”

“I want to go through and check every specification. I don’t want to deal with another Ansel.”

“Don’t worry, I only picked jobs that would put you under excellent management. The CIA liaison is probably my favorite, besides the last option, of course.”

Sonia flipped through the folder, pulling out the last packet, a smile tugging at her lips. “Really? Security detail for your heist team?”

“We could use your expertise. And I hear the leader is fantastic.”

Sonia swatted Gwen with the folder and they both laughed.

“Ok. I’ll keep it in mind with my top contenders.” Sonia said it in all seriousness.

Gwen sat up, regarding her. “Really?”

“Why not? It’s still for the greater good, is it not?”

“It most definitely is.”

Sonia spun around at the voice, Gwen grinning cheekily as she stood.

“Glad you could finally make it, Rye.”

Rye wrapped her in a hug. “I missed you. And, well, hanging out on your private island was an invitation I couldn’t pass up.”

Gwen laughed, sitting down next to Sonia. “Sonia, allow me to formerly introduce you to Ryland York. Strategist, smooth talker, and my very best pal.”

“Pleasure to officially meet you, you know, without trying to arrest you and all that.”

Rye chuckled, reaching down to shake Sonia’s hand. “The pleasure is all mine. I’m just glad Gwen found someone that will put up with her head strong attitude and her horrible jokes.”

Gwen nudged him playfully. “Did Eris come to?”

“Yeah, she’s still asleep on the yacht. Graves and Jones are with us too. Samira will talk via video chat, Fabian said he’d meet us here, and Sibil said something about a cruise ship?”

“Wow, I buy a yacht and suddenly everyone follows suit.”

“Guess we’re officially a yacht club.”

“Good thing we have this island to hold our… yacht club meetings.”

“Should I be present during these ‘yacht club’ meetings?” Sonia asked, raising a perfect eyebrow.

“Of course. You’re a member by association now.” Gwen kissed her shoulder, leaning against her.

Rye smiled at the two of them, leaning back into the sand. “Welcome to the yacht club, Sonia.”

[dinosaursmate]

The giving-addicted @cher1808 donated £10 to Liam’s Charity Drive for The Way Youth Zone and requested a drabble!

She sent me this post with no further instruction so here it is. Since Cher donated three times the donation amount I asked for, I didn’t mind getting a bit carried away so this is 1700 words LOL

Drabbles for Donations - Information

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Finally.

Blood, sweat and tears had led Harry up to this point and he was so pleased - and relieved - that his third album was finally coming out. It had been a long time coming, and Harry felt the need to celebrate. There was, of course, the album launch party, but he absolutely needed to throw a party all of his own.

He handed his assistant the details and guest list for her to organise it. Harry, of course, didn’t have time to plan a party himself. He did, however, want to invite a few people personally.

His plane had just landed in London and, after all his texts had pulled through, he opened Whatsapp and opened his chat with Louis. Louis was a gorgeous and very sweet man Harry had met backstage at Manchester Arena on his last tour, and although they hadn’t seen each other very much, they were in constant contact via Whatsapp. They had just hit it off, somehow, and they could exchange messages for hours and hours.

But Harry was going to hold his album party in Manchester, and he couldn’t wait to invite Louis. He quickly tapped out a text, distracted as he weaved through people.

‘Hey Lou, I wanted to invite you to an album party! It’ll be next week, I’ll let you know the finer details but I really hope you can make it :)’

-

Louis stared at his phone. His palms were clammy. His friendship with Harry was, he supposed, a little unusual. Harry was a megastar - Louis met megastars all the time, of course, working backstage at Manchester Arena - but they had become fast friends and although they had only actually met three times, Louis considered them as quite close. 

But… close enough for Harry to invite him to this kind of party? Just out of the blue like that? 

Louis took a deep breath. Okay, sure. He could do this. He liked Harry a lot, and would love to see him. It wasn’t that weird. Right? Right?

He sighed and started to type a reply.

‘Not a message I ever expected from you hahaha but yeah I’m up for it x’

Louis dropped his phone to the sofa. Well, he supposed that he should go shopping. He couldn’t show up empty handed, after all.

-

“You look nice,” Harry’s assistant told him.

“Why thank you, Catherine.”

Cat frowned. She hated it when he called her that. Regardless, she fixed his collar before smiling.

“You’re good.”

Harry left his room and headed towards the stairs. He stood at the top, watching the smattering of guests, chatting away in the foyer. His official album launch had about five times as many guests, most of whom he wasn’t even on first name terms with. His guests cheered and clapped and raised glasses of champagne as he descended the stairs. This small gathering meant so much more to him. These were the people who helped him get to where he was, and without them, this album never would have come to fruition.

Harry got to the bottom of the stairs and was enveloped with love and congratulations. He mingled about for a bit and, as he was chatting to one of his album’s producers, the doorbell rang. Being right by the front door, he answered it himself.

-

Louis’ hands were shaking, only slightly. It was just that he had never been to this type of party before, and he was nervous. He didn’t know what to expect, or what was expected of him. 

He wasn’t sure if this kind of party was operated under the same social rules as others, but Louis turned up a little late all the same. When he rang the doorbell, he was let in by the man himself.

“Hi, Louis!” Harry gasped happily and pulled him in for a hug. “I am so glad you made it.”

“Well, I’ll try anything once. Especially as it’s a good excuse to see you.” Louis cleared his throat and looked around self consciously. There were women here. He didn’t expect to see women, but he supposed it did make sense. “You look nice.”

“So do you,” Harry replied, looking Louis up and down.

“I’m glad to see I’m not overdressed. I didn’t know whether or not you dressed nice to these sorts of things?”

Harry shrugged noncommittally. “I don’t care what you wear. I’m just glad you’re here.”

“That’s so nice,” Louis said, smiling.  “Um, so… I wasn’t sure what to bring, but I settled on a couple of things I’ve enjoyed in the past.”

Louis handed Harry the small gift bag. Harry smiled, tilting his head as he looked inside the bag.

“Oh my God!” Harry screeched.

Everybody turned to look, and Louis felt his face turn beetroot red. Harry grabbed his arm and pulled him through the kitchen and into the utility room.

“I-” Harry shook his head, eyes crazed and lips not sure if they should be smiling or not. “Is this some kind of joke I don’t get?”

“Am I not supposed to bring my own things? I’ve never been to one of these things.” Louis wrung his hands together, anxiety making him feel a bit wobbly. “Sorry.”

“You-” Harry let out a laugh. “I understand you’ve not been to an album party before, but I don’t understand how you made the leap to bringing lube and… what even is this?”

Harry pulled out the box of textured penis sleeves as Louis’ brain began to short circuit. A… what party?

“Harry,” Louis said, positively shaking, now. “You invited me to a sex party.”

“What?” Harry squeaked. “I invited you to an album party.”

“No!” Louis replied desperately, pulling his phone out of pocket. “That is not what you said!”

Harry made indistinct noises of confusion. Louis was feeling much the same as he opened Whatsapp, feeling only about one percent better when he realised he hadn’t misread Harry’s message.

“Look!”

-

It was altogether very amusing and slightly arousing, Louis turning up to the album party with fucking sex toys.

Harry took Louis’ phone, trying not to smirk. He could tell Louis was very embarrassed. His face fell when he peered at the message on the screen.

‘Hey Lou, I wanted to invite you to anal bum party! It’ll be next week, I’ll let you know the finer details but I really hope you can make it :)’

“No!” Harry screeched. “That’s not the text I sent!”

“Clearly it is!”

No, no, no. Harry frowned and thought back to when he sent the message. He was speed-walking through the airport. He was in a hurry to get home. He wasn’t paying attention, and he certainly didn’t proofread the message before he sent it.

“Oh. My. God,” Harry whispered before bursting into hysterical laughter. “Oh my God!”

-

“Don’t!” Louis wailed. “I’m so fucking embarrassed.”

“Did it never occur to you that I wanted to invite you to anal bum party doesn’t make any grammatical sense?!”

“No!” Louis finally let out a laugh. “God. I just saw the word anal and blacked out.”

Harry cackled again and threw an arm around Louis’ shoulders.

“Look, let’s just… leave this bag in here.” Harry placed it on top of the tumble dryer. “So, you came here to get dicked, huh.”

“Not- not necessarily.”

“You came for an anal party.”

Louis whined. He was never going to live this down. Even if Harry stopped teasing him, he would never let himself forget it, and how utterly stupid he was.

“You’re a good sport,” Harry continued. “You moved out of your comfort zone, picked up supplies and dutifully turned up to an anal bum party, ready to take whatever comes at you.”

“I wasn’t going to take whatever came at me. I’m not, like, into super casual sex like that. But.. I don’t know. I thought it might be an interesting life experience to have.”

“Right.” Harry chuckled quietly, leading Louis back towards the party. “Well, I’m very glad you’re at my album party, and I’m very sorry but if you want to have sex with any of my guests, you’re gonna have to try a bit harder than you thought.”

-

Louis glared at Harry. “I’m perfectly fine with not doing that.”

Harry shrugged. He was attracted to Louis, of course he was, and the wild thought of I should have a sex party popped into his head. It left as just as quickly.

“Don’t let me forget that bag,” Louis said as they emerged back into the party. “That stuff was expensive. There are some really good condoms in there.”

“Oh yeah?” Harry said, smirking.

“Yup. And the lube is good, too. Warming. And I got organic, of course, because I know you like organic stuff.”

Harry stopped walking. Louis bought lube that he knew Harry would like? 

“Louis,” he said slowly, his tone slightly teasing. “When you came for this anal bum party, were you hoping to have anal bum fun with the host? How ambitious.”

Louis blushed furiously and Harry almost felt bad for teasing him. Almost.

“Look,” Louis said, embarrassed. “As I said, I’ve never been to a sex party. I just kind of thought if I was going to do anything, it should be with the one person at the party I knew.”

“I see.”

“Anyway!” Louis said, his voice increasing in pitch. “Don’t pretend you’ve not flirted with me on Whatsapp.”

Harry just looked at Louis, a small smile on his face.

“Tell me about that little box.”

“What?”

“Something about a penis sleeve.”

Louis went red again. “Uh… yeah. They’re, like, little textured sleeves to put on your shaft. They’re a novelty, if anything, to be honest, but I thought they might be fun.”

“I see.” Harry slipped his arm from around Louis’ shoulders and reached down to squeeze his hand. “Get yourself a drink, mingle if you want, but come find me a bit later.”

Louis nodded and Harry walked away.

Harry felt as though the ice had been broken, in a massive, massive way. If Louis wanted organic sex with the host of this party, well.

He might just get it.