When everyone had left, I quickly got to work. Shuffling through the fridge, I pulled out everything I needed. As I was putting the finishing touches on dinner, I heard the door open, letting me know that my superman had returned. Harry’s eyes got a little wide as I nearly ran into him, blocking the kitchen from his view. Smiling, I kissed him as his arms wrapped around my waist, lifting me to stand on my tip toes.

“Close your eyes,” I demanded. He showed me his dimples and raised his eyebrows, but complied none the less. He kept his hands around my waist as I began pulling him forward by the neck.

“I get all flustered when you take control like this,” he huskily whispered in my ear. His voice sent chills down my spine.

“Shut up.” I kissed him again and he paused momentarily before responding fully. We were on the balcony when I let go of his neck. The sun was just above the horizon, turning the sky bright pinks and purples. I turned in his arms that pulled me in tighter as his chin nestled into my neck.

“What’s all of this?” Plates of pasta sat on a table in front of us. There was a full meal that I had worked on since the girls left.

“Well, you said that sometimes you miss coming home to dinner so…”

“I wasn’t saying that you should make me dinner for when I get home. I thought that you were more of a feminist than that.”

“Stop,” I reached back to put my arm around his neck, slightly running through his curls, “I wanted to.” He kissed my temple before leading me to my seat.

We were done with dinner and the sun had set, leaving our surroundings lit by the lights of the city. Harry had brought his chair to my side of the table and we both faced the horizon. He pulled my legs onto his lap and was tracing patterns on the smooth skin of my knees and shins.

“Hannah?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.” He continued with his patterns until he noticed my confused gaze. “When I came home, it didn’t really feel like I was coming home to anything, after what happened with us. Now, you’re here and have the freedom to come and go,” he paused to trace the chain of my necklace across my collar bone, “and you choose to stay here and make me dinner. You care more about noticing the little details that you care about going back to the comfort of your apartment. I love that about you.” I lowered my legs and kissed his cheek.

“Wait here.” When I returned, I held a bottle of wine and two glasses. He raised his eyebrows.

“Dinner and drinking?”

“Tradition… Remember?” He chuckled at me before happily accepting the glass.

When we finished off the second bottle of wine, I was really at the mercy of my buzz. Chances, I was willing to take them. Standing up, I swung my leg over Harry’s so that I was straddling him. I took his glass and put it on the table. Right now, even my drunken mind was thankful for the romper that Haley put me in because it was effectively covering my crotch. Taking a chance, I put my arms around Harry’s neck and pressed my forehead to his, waiting to see what he would do. Sure enough, he wrapped his hands around my waist and pulled me so that our chests were flush with each other. He roughly closed the gap between our lips, much as I had expected and, even without being sober, I was ready to cut our intimate session a little bit short. I quickly rethought my actions when I began melting into the kiss. There was nothing eager about it; it was more leisurely. His hand slid up my back, but not inappropriately. The kiss was sweeter than anything else.

What I thought was going to be a rough game for Harry, turned into a steady make out, neither of us denying the other. I knew that Harry wasn’t used to going slow. My mind flashed to the night at the club; how urgent his tongue searched through the inside of her mouth and how eager his hands looked for a new position to grab her, but this wasn’t like that. His tongue softly explored every inch of my mouth, taking his time to find new ways to rest his hands. It was like there was nothing else in the world. He knew that I wasn’t going anywhere and I knew that, as long as I was here, he would stay. We could take our time.

I knew that Harry had lots of experience and I had very little compared to him, but I loved him. I couldn’t get the words to come out of my mouth, but I could show him. I was going to show him. I wanted him two years ago and I wanted him before our fight and I wanted him now; right now. As of now, I could give myself to Harry and be completely at ease. I was saving it for someone special, and Harry met and exceeded all qualifications.

I let my sleeve fall over my shoulder as I wound my hands into Harry’s curls and, to my surprise, Harry’s hand trailed up my arm to put it back on my shoulder. His hand traveled farther up my neck and twisted into my hair, worn from the busy day behind me. I moaned at his touch and his hands slid back down my sides and rested on my thighs. I tugged on his curls; a moan escaped his mouth and his fingers curled, gripping tight to my skin. I pressed myself closer to him, liking the feeling. His hands loosened again and, although I was still responding, I was slightly disappointed by the lack of contact. I ground my hips into his and his long fingers dug into my thighs, just missing my burn.

It pulled us closer together and I let out a small whimper. His hands instantly relaxed and my heart sunk again. I was done with testing the waters. I rocked my hips again and pulled on Harry’s hair, getting as close to him as I possibly could. His fingers dug in and I winced slightly at his strong grip. He stood up, holding me by my thighs, and my legs instantly wrapped around him. His finger was over the new marking under my bum, but I brought myself not to care. Pulling away, he searched for the clear path to the door into the flat. Using the absence of his lips to my advantage, I attached my lips to his neck, roughly sucking at the sensitive skin above his collar bone. He inhaled sharply before I heard the glass sliding door open, letting us in.

I focused on the same spot until I nearly had the wind knocked out of me. It was rubbed red and raw as I hungrily nipped at the bare skin. Harry winced and I pulled away to see that I already had my mark on him. Harry pushed me harder against the wall, letting his hands drop so that only his hips held me in place. There was no hiding the erection that pressed into my waist. I raised my hand to brush away a few stray curls from his face, but he quickly dodged my touch by ducking into my neck. I encouraged his hands that were on my sides to go up the legs of my romper. He shamelessly felt his way around as far as he could reach.

He effectively paid me back for the love bite as he planted wet kisses over the now throbbing skin. With lips still moist, he trailed them up to just below my ear. I thought that he might say something, and every ounce of me wanted to hear his angelic voice flooding through my senses, but stayed silent, the only sounds being those of our heavy breathing. His teeth gripped my earlobe, rather harshly, and tugged away. I gripped tight into his hair as his lips came back to mine and his feet began to move again. I heard his door slam and practically jumped out of my skin. Harry stopped in his tracks and I assumed that it was because we were at the end of the bed. My sleeve slid down my arm again, but Harry either didn’t notice, or didn’t care. In turn, I was thrown back onto the bed, Harry going with me. He easily caught himself before crushing me under his toned body, covered by a black t shirt. His hips rocked particularly roughly into mine and I whimpered as he let out a satisfied groan, his erection growing impossibly sturdier against my body. I wasn’t ready for this; I could tell myself that I was, but there was no way. While one of his hands held my thigh, the other traced down the side of my body, sending shivers throughout my being. He throatily chuckled into my mouth, with the pleasure in knowing that he had gotten the reaction he was hoping for. I became a little bit stiffer, wondering how this could be so much fun for him.

I had never seen Harry like this before. Never this rough, never this needy… I had never seen him this hormonal and uncaring. I had never seen this side of Harry, and no matter how ready I thought I had been ten minutes ago, I was sure as hell having second thoughts about it now.

*Harry’s POV*

She brought out the second bottle of wine and I tensed slightly in my chair, but she was already in a buzz enough that she didn’t notice. I loved that we had started our own tradition, but I didn’t want anything happening between us if she wasn’t going to remember it tomorrow.

Once that bottle had been obliterated, she was on top of me and she took my glass, setting it on the table beside us. She brought her face close to mine and then paused, waiting for my reaction, I assume. I pulled her to me and I could feel the generous size of her breasts up against my chest. I didn’t let myself get excited, because if she was unresponsive, then I didn’t want to take things too far.

At first, her lips roughly and messily collided with mine. Shit. But then, everything slowed down. Her lips began to mold into mine as she showed her true reaction. It wasn’t like it had been when she was off her ass drunk. It was sweeter. My hand rounded to her back, keeping her in place as my tongue carefully explored every inch of her mouth. My hands went up the sides of her body and I noticed that her sleeve had fallen. I began doubting myself. What if she really was drunk? I pushed her sleeve back onto her shoulder. Hands reaching into her hair, I was still very cautious. She whimpered and I instantly retreated, fearing that I was being too rough with her.

She became slightly less responsive, until she tugged on my hair and I let a moan escape my mouth, encouraging her. I let my fingers dig into the meat of her thighs and she moaned with the tension, melting more into me. Not knowing if it was out of pain or pleasure, I made my hands relax, careful not to react too harshly. Just when I had mentally prepared myself for her pulling on my curls, she did something that was totally unexpected by me. She rolled her hips into mine and my hands clenched. I was beginning to want her more and more. She whimpered and I retreated once again, suddenly remembering the mark I had given her and fearing that I had gotten a hold of it. Did she know what she was doing to me?

I think that she did. She rolled her hips again and she was so close now that she grinded against my crotch, forcing a moan out of my mouth. In my vulnerable state, she tugged on my hair and then I knew that she was calling the shots. My fingers reached back further towards here bum and dug into her, causing her to wince, but I didn’t mind as much now. She knew what made me tick and she was still sending signals.

Continuing to grip tight to her thighs, I stood up, taking her with me. I felt the long blister that had risen under her bum under my fingers. I pulled away from her lips so that I could find my way off of the patio. Her lips roughly assailed my neck and I knew that I had tested the waters enough and was free to dive in. Her lips were still attached to my neck until I forced her against the wall. She lost her breath before playfully nipping at the raw spot that she had left. My hands fell to my sides and then began moving up hers. Although I knew that she noticed my hard, I was still a bit surprised when she grabbed my hands and moved them to her thighs, letting my fingers wriggle up her pant legs.

She began reaching for my face, but I put my lips to her neck before she had the chance to tell me know. I didn’t know what was happening. I wanted her so bad and I didn’t think that anything was going to get in my way. She knew the signs that she was giving off, and she had too much of a heart to stop me midway. I sucked hard on her neck, leaving the same type of mark that I’m sure she gave me. After I had bitten the skin of her neck to the bruising point, I ran my tongue over my lips and trailed wet kisses over the sensitive area. She winced slightly, but relaxed when I ran my still wet lips softly up to her ear. I paused for a minute. I wanted to say something to her; it had to be something that was sweet, and that would reassure her. Nothing came to mind. Every inch of my mind was filled with lust and just wanted to be deep inside of her, wanted to own every inch of her. Not wanting her to have time to calm down, I took her ear lobe between my teeth and tugged on it. Her hands tugged on my hair, redirecting my lips back to hers.

I grabbed onto her again and walked into my bedroom. The door would’ve never closed that loudly if I were sober. She jumped in my arms and I let a slight smile cross my lips at the thought of her being nervous. Of course she was going to be nervous. This was going to be her first time, that she remembered, and she was with me. It wasn’t going to hurt her because her hymen was already broken, and as of now, the only thing running through my mind was the thought of having her with me, around me, under me. I laid her back on the bed and fell over her. I curled my hips into hers and she whined. One of my hands stayed on her thigh, while the fingers of my other hand trickled down her side. I laughed as the goose bumps rose on her arms, but it was quickly put to an end as my erection throbbed and grew. I inhaled through clenched teeth as it pressed against my boxers, held in tight by my jeans; it needed out.

Hannah’s entire body tensed beneath me, from where my hand held her thigh, to her lips against mine. I released my grip slightly and gently probed her lips into relaxing. My hands held her face as she began moving in sync with me. Every rock of my hips seemed to push her further down into my bed; like she was shrinking. It felt good though. She was under me and I was in control. There was nothing stopping me.

Releasing Hannah’s face, I slid my hands down her shoulders, taking her romper with them. She laid flat across the bed and her nervousness was apparent as she stiffened, while still letting me peel her clothes from her body. I looked down onto the girl below me, only covered by skimpy, black lace. Closing my eyes, I let my mouth draw roughly back to hers. Tugging on her bottom lip, she whimpered beneath me. My hand wandered up her side and onto the outside of her bra, cupping her breast that fit my hand perfectly. I remembered that night. The fiery passion that I had gotten from doing this; it was all the same when she let a moan escape her mouth that was still connected with mine. I smiled against her lips and ran my hand back down her stomach.

Her legs tensed up and I left her lips to let mine trail down her neck and pepper kisses across her shoulder. In no time, I had left a wet trail of kisses in the valley between her breasts and was working my way down her stomach. I nipped on her hip bone and she cringed, surprised at my actions, I assumed. She wiggled and writhed beneath me, trying to reach for my curls. Grabbing both of her wrists in one of my hands, I rested them on her stomach as her hands still reached out towards me. My lips came dangerously close to the line of her panties and my other hand reached around her thigh, trying to keep her still enough to pleasure her. My fingers sunk tight into her thigh as she made an attempt to wriggle out of my grip. My lips were nearly brushing the inside of her leg.

Hannah made a sound like she was choking on air. “Harry!” She sounded more alarmed than usual. I let go of her thigh and she let out a sigh of relief. Then I remembered. My fingers gently traced over the burn that I had just dug my fingers into. The blister was still there; there was no blood and nothing else that was wet, a good sign. The bad sign was that I could feel the burn throbbing from the surface of her skin, not being able to imagine what pain she was in.

I instantly came back up to her face to meet her eyes that were clenched shut. I had taken her wrists with me, pinning them above her head. “Open your eyes,” I didn’t mean for it to sound so demanding, but it just kind of came out that way. She kept her eyes closed, flinching at my harshness. “Hannah,” I took all demand out of my voice, while still leaving the urgency there. “Please, look at me.” She forced her eyes open to look shallowly into mine. Even in the dim light, I noticed every aspect of her face, and there was no doubt that her expression was full of terror, horror, the purest fear that I had ever seen.

I knew Hannah better than that. She was strong. She could be shot and probably wouldn’t be this fazed. That struck a whole new horror in me; that meant that the blue green eyes looking up at me weren’t petrified just because I had been rough with her burn. As my suspicions were confirmed by the tears welling in her eyes, I released my hold on her wrists. Her arms had long collapsed in defeat and now they just lied there above her head, her wrists looking slightly red from the grip that I had had. Hannah’s bottom lip quivered and her body trembled… beneath me. Now, the look of horror was on my face as well…

Notes

Oh boy, shits hitting the fan lol. What happened. What's gonna happen in 26? Comment and predict :)
xoxo Hannah <3