French translation in the comments.

My darling

You kissed my lips again

And how I dreamt so dearly of you that night

Wish you would do it again.

The arched windows let the shining light through, the morning melodies echoed from the birds free and filled with liberation. Athena sits on a chair in-front of her canvas a palette filled with different colors dotted about as she shades in her drawing of the garden she has been working on. Classical music filling the room.

Across from her sits Ayesha with a paint brush tightly clasped in her hands and furrowed eyebrows concentrated on her magnificent drawing.

"So you've kept the canvas hidden, when do I get to look at this drawing?" Athena inquires as she paints her eyes moving from the piece to Ayesha.

"Not yet, I want it to be-" Her eyes squint as she takes a more concentrated look at her canvas "Perfect."

"I'm super sure whatever you do is great." Athena replies as she places her paintbrush down and waltz out the art room towards the kitchen. Upon entrance her eyes land on Veronica the last time Athena saw her was on Tuesday and today is Saturday. Veronica does not look up from her phone as Athena awkwardly shuffles her way through the kitchen filling two glasses up with orange juice and some ice.

Taking one more glance at her Athena walks out of the kitchen on her way back to the art room she sees her mother on a call a distressed expression on her face, Acacia has been quite frustrated these past few days. Smiling kindly at her mother Athena walks back into the Art room.

Placing the juice in-front of Ayesha, making sure it is far enough from her canvas. Seating herself on the ledge of the window on the windowsill she rests her head on the glass the coldness of it cooling her warmed skin. Taking slow sips of her drink she lets the music cascade her side to side gently.

"Do you happen to have any idea why my Mother is so worried?" Athena turns and looks to Ayesha who is drinking the juice, Ayesha shakes her head no and Athena sighs.

"How has the workplace been haven't been back there?" Athena questions.

"Well from where I am, everything is going fine." Ayesha kindly smiles as she goes back to painting with delicacy.

Athena pouts her lips before placing the half drank glass on the windowsill and makes her way back to the chair, quietly seating herself and picking up the paint brush she resumes her painting with a small slither of a smile.

Athena spent all her night at Harry's on Tuesday, she even slept there beside Harry with his arms wrapped so comfortably over her waist keeping her back to his chest as his breathing soothed her, the breath tickling the skin of her neck in a odd conciliating way. The way he buried his head into her, and snuggled himself closer to her unconsciously warmed her and caused her heart to race.

"Okay, you ready?" Ayesha chuckles as she stands back from her drawing, they have spent just over two hours in here. Athena places her brush down and claps her hands as she walks over. Her eyes widen and her mouth hangs open as she stares at the talent. It isn't done yet, far from it actually, but so far the drawing is looking spectacular so picturesque.

Turning to Ayesha she smiles and nods her head, "That- I really cannot wait for the finished piece Ayesha." Athena happily informs her as she looks to the drawing with a tilted head trying to get all the angles.

"Who are you drawing?" Athena inquires as she looks to Ayesha with curiousness.

Ayesha looks down with a slight but prominent blush, Athena giggles and nudges her with her shoulder "Who?" Athena urges with a teasing glint.

"Some guy I saw at the coffee shop." Ayesha answers in a mumble.

Athena smiles as she turns back to look at the painting, brown hair and somewhat the start of dazzling blue eyes.

Harry watches Athena seated on the piano chair with his eyes focused on her as she silently tries to play the melody a few mistakes here and there but overall Harry cannot stop the large smile appearing on his lips dimples indenting his cheeks and his heart racing as she plays most well.

He holds his poetry journal to his chest as he tilts his head to the side a little unknowingly.

The past two and a half weeks since he met her at the restaurant, since she approached him with all her beauty and grace since she kissed him and since she fell asleep with him have been utter perfection, nothing less of it.

Athena sways gently as the beautifully poignant melodies drift amongst them two, in and amongst the atmosphere. Her head tilted down and her enchanting hair is curled to beautify her already attractive features, enhancing them.

Harry smiles as he places down the journal and pen, pushing his glasses back to sit on his face comfortably before walking to her. Athena is completely engraved in her harmonies and playing as she does not even notice him stood behind her. He takes a seat beside her and rests his head on her shoulder watching her play. Athena smiles as she continues to play loving Harry beside her.

Her fingers finish off the melody before turning around to look to him, he lifts his head of her shoulder and she smashes her lips onto his. Her lips moving against his in a sweet delicacy so gentle and so loving. He sighs at the incredible feeling as he leans in further his hands wrapping around her waist rubbing circles and shapes. Pulling back she pecks his lips before biting her lip her eyes engraving him into her mind, almost as if she is preparing for them two to separate.

"What was that for?" He breathes.

"Just felt like it." She mumbles as she leans into him and rests her head on his chest, his arms wrapping around her.

Athena remembers the conversation she has with her mother earlier.

"Italy?" Athena says in a surprise.

"It's for business my dove." Acacia picks up the papers off her desk and places them into a safety locked drawer.

"What kind of business and why so sudden?" Athena questions in irritation.

"Fashion and things like this occur all the time, you're coming with so is Ayesha and Thomas." Acacia informs her daughter who looks taken aback for a moment before she regains herself.

Ayesha for artistic help and Thomas for fabrics.

"Can I at least bring someone?" Athena hopefully asks.

"Who?" Acacia quizzes as she writes down, seated at her desk.

"Harry." Athena blurts out.

Acacia looks up with a sigh closing her eyes as her daughter stands there, opening them she nods her head "It is not like we're not taking the private jet." Acacia sighs before smiling at her daughter who squeals muttering a load of thank you before rushing out her office.

Back into reality Athena pushes up and grabs Harry's face, the palms of her hands gently resting on his warmed cheeks. "What is it?" He chuckles as she admires him, completely in a trance by his soft tranquility.

"Nothing." She bites her lip before leaning and kissing him once more, he reciprocates with a hum and a harsh tug at her bottom lip. Lips moving feverishly fast against each other as hands grip anywhere, Athena's in his hair and Harry's just bellow her ass as he pulls her onto his lap never unlocking their lips.

His lips move from her as he trails kisses down her neck and she tilts her head back giving him more space to devote the skin on her neck with his kisses. His lips reach to her soft spot and start to suck using his tongue as he applies pressure, her nerves filling with pleasure. Her hands gripping and pulling at his hair more ferociously as she lets out a content moan her breathing becoming heavy as her hips start to rub over him.

Her groans pleasurably into the hot skin of her neck as she starts to move over him harder and faster, Harry starts to trail his teeth lightly over the skin where he has now left a mark, purple and looking heavenly on her. Her lips reach forward and smash onto his both mouths moving passionately hard as the sound resonates around the room. Her back presses into the piano as he leans forward gripping at her. The swaying of her hips fasten as he groans into her mouth.

She pulls back and her hands leave his hair now going under his shirt trailing his hot skin, the hot skin of his toned chest as she places her lips onto his neck pleasuring him so delicately but yet so harshly. His hand squeezes her ass as he grunts in complete bliss. Leaving her mark on his skin she leans up and presses harder onto him causing him to yelp out a euphoric groan his eyes darkening. Athena smirks keeping her eyes locked onto his, his jaw clenches as she pushes harder. He leans forward and captures her lips roughly causing her to gasp.

Harry begins to move his hips up towards her heat as he using his hands on her hips presses her down to him firmly, Athena moans loudly the kiss blocking out much of the sound. Breathless and pleasure consumed they both back.

Harry pecks her lips once more.

Seated in each others comfort her mind playing over the moments at the instrument store, beside the piano his groaning and how it sounds so exotic so euphoric to her like a forgotten melody, like something she now has to engrave into her mind because the sound is too dulcet to ever be forgotten.

Harry stands in the kitchen making some tea, his chest bare and the upper part of his body shirtless. Athena blushes oppressively as she tucks a piece of her hair behind her ear. Athena loves these moments she spends with Harry, so much so she forces her mind to paint each moment with him. Completely stain it into her mind. Never to be forgotten, ever.

Standing up from the couch, placing her book down she walks behind Harry wrapping her arms around his waist and snuggling herself into the warm skin of his back. Harry sighs happily as he pours two cups of tea into a cup and turns around holding them. Athena shyly smiles as she takes her cup and walks back into the living room.

Harry follows and takes a seat beside her, the faint volume of the television playing in the background but these two pay no attention to it. Too wrapped up in each other to notice.

Harry leans forward and pushes her hair off her shoulder revealing the skin of her neck, his eyes intensely stare at the mark on her skin he lightly grazes it as Athena closes her eyes her mouth slightly agape, short breathes rushing out.

Harry pushes back and takes a sip of his tea. Athena's eyes open.

"Tu es tellement captivant." Harry breathes out as he admires her. The way her cheeks, right now, have blossomed to the perfect pink it has become his favorite color.

"Il donc?" Athena giggles in a teasing manner as she takes a longing sip from the tea.

"Souhaitez moi de le prouver?" Harry cheekily inquires as he leans forward and grabs her tea placing it on the table placing his beside it. He grabs her by the hips and pulls her into his lap brushing her hair off her shoulder, she beautifully smiles.

Harry encases his lips with hers for a few seconds before pulling back.

"Harry." Athena breathes.

"Mhm." Harry replies before he leans closer going to entrap her lips again but she places her finger on his lips, Harry tilts his head to the side.

"I need to ask you something?" Athena says capturing Harry's attention.

"What is it ma fleur ?" Harry questions.

"Do you like Italy?" She inquires looking to him with her bottom lip encased by her teeth, looking like a sweet blossom, a heavenly sight just for his eyes only.

Harry nods his head with confusion.

"Great we're going." Athena blurts out.

"Hang on, wait what?" Harry rushes as he pulls Athena in closer, chest against chest.

"Monday morning a car will come get you and bring you to the plane, you're coming to Italy with me." Athena explains with hopeful eyes.

"I would love to go-" Athena cuts him off.

"But you think this is too much, I know I've just thrust this on you and that you probably actually don't want to go through I will never understand why no-one wants to not go to Italy because-" Athena rambles trying to cover her disappointment. Harry chuckles before grasping her chin pulling her closer to him eyes staring deeply into each other, the breath being knocked out of her. Harry presses his lips to hers.

Pulling back "I'll go." He kisses her cheeks.

"Really?" She excitedly says.

"Yes definitely chéri " Harry responds with a huge smile.

"Fucking great." She leans forward and kisses him all over, lips and cheeks and neck and hands.

Authors Note: Thank you so much for nearly getting me to 1K I can't believe it, this story is by far my favorite and I adore how much love you all give it. I love you all so fucking much. Thank you beyond words.

-S