My fav "Baby, It's Cold Outside" version is Zooey Deschanel and Leon Redbone for ELF lol. I recommend. 

"Well, it's getting late," you stand up from the couch and smooth down your skirt. "I should probably head out."

"It is getting late," Harry stands up from the chair across from you, moving closer to you. "But look at that storm outside," he points towards the window, frosted with snow. He grabs your hands and looks into your eyes. 

"I really have to go Harry, I don't want to get stuck here!" You acknowledge, looking out to the raging blizzard.

"You'll freeze before you get to your car!" Harry blocks you from moving any further. You look at him, giving the stink eye. 

"Look, this has been so nice," you explain, putting on your coat. You slip your fingers into your gloves, but Harry pulls them right off. "Harry," you mumble. 

"Y/N," he whispers right back. His hands roam your waist, hitching your breath, until the buttons of your coat come undone and Harry pushes the jacket right off your shoulders and onto the ground. 

"My mother will start to worry," you warn Harry who shrugs. 

"What's the big hurry?" He places his lips against your neck, sucking lightly. You move your neck to one side, giving him better access, spreading kisses down to the curve of your collar bone. 

"My dad," you murmur. Your hands run through his hair. Wrapping your arms around the base of his neck, you sway back and forth to the music quietly playing in the background. 

"I really have to go," you snap out of the trance he puts you in, as you collect your coat off the floor. 

"Beautiful please don't hurry," Harry twirls you back into his arms, begging you to stay. He guides you back to the chair, sitting you down. 

"Well, maybe just a half a drink more," you surrender, and he smiles greatly. 

"Put another record on while I pour," Harry winks, turning to the bar cart, as you get up and flip to Side B of Rubber Soul. 

"The neighbors might think," you begin as you turn back around to see Harry waiting patiently with two drinks in his hand. 

"Baby, it's bad out there," Harry states. He hands you a glass of wine, and sits back down in his chair, motioning for you to join him. You sit down on his lap, taking a sip of wine. 

"What's in this drink Harold?" 

"No cabs out there tonight," He continues, ignoring you as he rubs circles on the exposed skin of your legs. You place your drink down on the table next to you, and so does Harry. You fiddle with the buttons of his shirt. 

"I ought to say no, Harry," you whisper, undoing one button on his shirt, his bare chest now showing the slightest bit of swallow tattoo. He pulls you in closer to his warm body. 

"At least you can say that you tried," he smiles pressing his lips to yours. 

"I really can't stay," you whisper as you undo another button. He untucks your shirt, his smooth hands traveling up your torso. 

"But baby, it's cold outside," he argues in between kisses. 

"The answer is no Harold," you climb off of him and the chair, once again collecting your coat from its place on the ground. 

"But baby, it's cold outside," he repeats himself, following you like a puppy towards his front door, lost in lust. 

"Your welcome has been so nice and warm," you put your hand out for Harry to shake. 

"Look out the window, at that huge storm," Harry says, taking your hand in his and pulling you back into the depths of the house. 

"Harry," you whine as he takes off your coat once more. "My sister will be suspicious."

"Gosh, your lips look delicious," he whispers, glancing down at your lips before meeting your eyes once more. He moves closer to you, sending shivers down your spine. Your body grows in temperature as Harry moves his hands up and down your hips. His lips find yours repeatedly, the two of you getting lost in the moment. He grips onto your legs as you jump into his arms, breaking the kiss only to take a breath. 

"Harry," you moan softly. "I have to get home." 

"Baby, you'll freeze out there."

He walks you over to the couch, laying you down gentle, quickly getting on top of you. His body pushes into yours as your fingers pull at his hair. Your back arches in pleasure, and Harry takes note of this, smirking into his kisses against your hot skin. 

You unbutton his shirt, revealing his many tattoos, as he unbuttons yours. "You can lend me your coat," you suggest, out of breath. 

Your blouse is now on the ground, and Harry stops for a split second to rip off his shirt. Your hands roam his bare skin, feeling every curve and muscle with every diligent and meaningful move he makes. 

"It's up to your knees out there," he states, brushing a piece of hair out of your eyes. You push him off of you, and find your blouse. "You've really been grand," you push the buttons into the holes frantically. Harry pulls you closer to him on the couch, looking up at you from where you stand. Your eyes follow Harry's eyes which travel down to your waist. He smiles, before looking back up at you. His long fingers come up to your shirt, and he carefully starts undoing a few buttons. 

You had accidentally put the button in the wrong hole, leaving your shirt crooked. He looks up to you, grinning, as he slowly pulls the buttons apart and re-buttons them in the right place. You can barely contain yourself with him being so close to in between your legs. 

"How can you do this to me," he groans, standing up. 

"There's bound to be talk tomorrow," you reply, placing your hand on the smooth skin of his upper arm. "At least there will be plenty implied," you shrug. 

"Think of my life long sorrow," he pouts. "If you caught pneumonia and died," he drags his finger down his cheek, drawing a fake tear. You push him back onto the couch, chuckling.  

"I really can't stay," you say for the millionth time this evening. 

Harry groans, "Get over that old excuse," he says. "It's too cold outside." He says as he pulls you back onto the couch. 

You give in. 

It's almost Christmas.... sorry if you are one of those people that don't like it when people are talking about Christmas before Thanksgiving but I'm one of those people and there is nothing you can do about it. Hope you liked! It took longer than I thought it would. Also happy Veteran's day to all those who have served!