Sweet Creature

//Julianne//

The week went by faster than I realized. Harry was preparing us a nice dinner while I waited on the couch watching some movie he recommended. I was bored with the characters on the screen by this point and decided that I could be doing much better things with my time.

I got off the couch and trailed into the kitchen to find Harry with his back to me - he wasn't wearing a shirt as he slaved over the stove top. He hardly ever wears clothes around the house anymore... not that I'm complaining, though. He probably heard me enter the room, because without turning to look at me, he spoke.

"Hey, babe."

"Hi." I mumbled back, nervously gulping. I don't know why I suddenly had chills racing down my spine. I felt fine everywhere else, though. I shook off the thoughts and made my way to him.

I rested my hand on the small of his back as he continued to talk to me, his voice smooth and thick like honey, "Mm, you're going to love this. My mother made this for us all the time. I've never had chicken as good as hers." I could hear the smile in his voice, he always got happy when he talked about his mother, even if the memory was rough.

I know the thought of her makes him smile, I often feel the same way towards my own mother. I let my hand slide around his waist, squeezing his skin as I settled in beside him. I rested my face against the back of his arm. He used his other hand, the right one, to tend to the food so I wasn't bothering him all that much.

"You're quiet, sweet pea. Everythin' alright?" He took his free hand and rubbed his fingertips against my thigh. I smiled at the little gesture.

"Just bored."

"Don't like the movie?"

"I haven't really paid it any attention.. I just wanna be with you." I admit, feeling my cheeks instantly heat up at the mention of that.

He chuckles, "Yeah? I'm glad you're in here, I've missed you, love."

"I missed you, too."

It's not like we've been apart for a month - only thirty minutes. But it feels like ages, and I hate being away from him.

"I might be a little late gettin' into bed tonight." Harry sighed out, it was easy for me to tell that he wasn't fully alright with saying that. I don't want to pry too much, though.

"Why?"

"I've gotta have a little meetin' with the guys after I hunt. The girls wanted to come over and see you.. as long as you didn't mind." He explains.

"Um.. I don't mind. How.. how long will you be?"

He reached up and turned off the stove top - I assumed he was very close to being finished with dinner, "An hour, maybe two. But no longer than that."

I removed myself from him so he could get everything put together and on the plates. He gave me a quick glance, smiling once he saw that I wasn't upset or anything. Harry has priorities aside from me that he has to take care of and I have never been mad at him about those things. I understand he's the leader, that he has to do certain things that normal people obviously don't have to do. I'll be fine with Sophia and Perrie, and I'm sure he'll be quite alright, too.

It didn't take but five minutes for Harry to finish the food. We sat a plate down in front of me and took the chair across the table from me. We shared a quick smile before I picked up my fork and started eating on the chicken. It was very good, but I thought I'd save all the praise for the end once my plate was cleaned. Harry began to eat, too, and the silence grew quickly between us.

I could hear the movie playing, but it was hard to make out any of the words. I'm sure Harry could hear every little noise, but he acted like it was just us in there - no other disturbances. When I looked up, reaching for my glass of water, Harry's eyes were staring at me. My mouth curved upwards some before I took a drink of the cold ice water. He put his fork down and copied what I just done. I kept eating, trying to focus on the chicken and the two sides. Harry cooks very well - I always enjoy everything he makes for me. He's taught me a few dishes - mostly breakfast items - but I'll never be able to compare to his extraordinary skills.

"Do you like it?" His deep tone made me jump slightly, I didn't expect to hear him speak so soon. Usually we eat the majority of our meal before we start talking to each other.

"Yeah," I nod with a grin, "It's very good. Your food's always good." I complimented my personal chef, and then received a smile from him in return.

"I'm glad you like it."

My eyes reverted back to my food - Harry normally put a good, full portion of each item onto my plate and tonight was no different. I never ate it all, mostly because I eat in front of him. If Sophia comes over to watch after me while Harry's gone we snack like crazy and if she cooks I usually eat two plates. But not with Harry, no, with him I'm very cautious. I don't want him to think I'm a pig, or a slob, or anything in that category. I would only eat junk food if I was on my period, he would always indulge with me so I have never felt bad about that. Sometimes he asks if I'm feeling fine, or if I wasn't hungry - but most of the time he just closely watches and frowns when I tell him I'm done - even when I would still be starving. He always asked to make sure before cleaning off my plate and starting on the dishes. I, of course, would assure him that I was full. I know it was something that worried him - but I couldn't change it. And the lack of eating wasn't helping me any - my weight has remained the same for a while now.

"Thinkin' 'bout somethin'?" He asks me curiously, taking another drink of his water.

"Not really." I shrugged, using my fork to pick around the peas.

"Sophia said she's bringing you some brownies she made.." He causally mentions, his eyes peering over the rim of his glass as he takes a few more sips. "Be sure to eat a few.. she loves baking for everyone."

"I will." I mutter, feeling a little offended by this comment. I know he means well - but it's annoying no doubt.

Having my eating habits as the topic of the conversation didn't settle well with me, so I decided that it would be best if I changed the subject. I'm sure Harry would be quick to adapt to the new talk, he never had a problem with carrying a conversation with me - as long as we were both in the mood to talk, though.

"What time are you leaving?"

He chews up the food in his mouth, swallows, and then answers me, "Um.. probably eight. So.. forty five minutes." He glances at the clock on the wall.

I knew that his hunt would take anywhere between one hour and three hours to be completed. According to him, and Sophia, he needs a lot of energy and he often has to kill a heavy number of animals to satisfy his needs. The other guys don't need as much (although, Sophia has mentioned before that Liam and Harry have always eaten the most). It's still a baffling thing for me - he eats a lot of "table food" then he goes and hunts for a few hours almost every single night... That's clearly a lot of food. We don't ever talk about his killing though, it's something I have no interest in. When he leaves, I try to imagine him going to the grocery store - not going out and killing ten cute deer, a couple of fluffy bears, and God knows what else.

"I'll try not to take too long." He breaks through my thoughts - an apologetic look written over his features.

"No.. take your time. I'll be alright." I shake my head in protest, he knows I never mind. It's a necessity he has, something he has to do.

"Well.. I just.. I know you don't like Perrie all that much and I-"

"Hare, it's fine." I cut him off, smiling as he cringes at the use of that name.

"Alright, alright." He winks, giving me a cheeky grin.

"I do.. however.. expect to be given a little attention later on. Since I'll have to deal with her for so long." I flick my hair over my shoulder as I glance up at him.

Harry chuckles at my statement, "Of course. Whatever the queen wants, she gets."

My head snaps up at his words, "Queen?" I lift a brow high, "I thought I was the princess?"

"I think you've reached the throne by now." His smirk makes me tingle all over, in places that don't need to be active right now.

"Hm, fair enough."



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The night was dragging by slowly, it was only ten o'clock and there still wasn't a sign from Harry. He said he'd send Sophia one of their little mind messages when the meeting started and ended, so that I would know when to expect his return. However, we haven't gotten one about the starting - so I'm sure he's still hunting.

"How often do you do it?" Perrie furrowed her brows as she looked over at me.

I laugh lightly, she's very eager to hear about my sex life. Maybe that's why we never bonded before, because I was a virgin? Her and Sophia would always talk about sex for at least ten minutes in every conversation I would be involved in before Harry and I finally done the deed - and I would always blush and feel very, very left out.

"A lot."

"I need a number, honey." Sophia kicked her legs out and crossed her ankles on the coffee table, she was completely slouched and relaxed beside me.

"I dunno.." I mutter back.

"On a normal day.. just give us an estimate. For me.. I'd say at least once a day. Good days.. eh, Zayn can go three or four." Perrie gladly offered up that information.

"Unfortunately I can't participate in the every day thing.. but.. when Liam and I do get together.. we hardly ever aren't doing it." Sophia laughed along with me and Perrie at her own confession.

"Okay.." I take a deep breath to calm my nerves - Sophia has heard my sex stories, she's given me advice, and it's something we talk about often. I think I'm just worried that I'll say something wrong or weird to Perrie. Despite my worrying, I finally give her the answer she wants. "On a normal day.. at least two or three times. Usually back to back. Um.. and on good days.. probably five. And on really, really good days.. at least once an hour."

The both looked stunned as I glance over at them - just to make sure they heard me. Perrie's mouth is hanging open and Sophia's eyes are wide like dinner plates.

"Can you believe after your first he never wanted to touch you again?" Sophia giggled beside me.

"That's crazy. That's a lot." Perrie sounded winded, like her mind has just been blown by what I said.

"Does he hurt you still? Like.. is the bruising still bad?" Sophia asked with a little concern as she sat up on the couch, crossing her legs comfortably.

"Not really.. It doesn't hurt anymore. He's still rough.. it's just the good rough, you know? There are bruises sometimes but he tries his best not to grab me too tight." I explain to them, hoping that they don't think I'm crazy for letting Harry have sex with me.

We aren't supposed to be having sex with each other - he's extremely stronger than I am and could easily hurt me, kill me even, and it isn't safe. However, I know that Harry would never go that far with me - that he'd never harm me like that. He always checks in and asks if I'm doing good, he's always making sure I'm the one being pleased and that I'm comfortable. He's good to me.. even when he doesn't have to be.

"Julianne!" Sophia gasps suddenly, making me and Perrie jump in our skin.

"What?" I ask hesitantly.

"Tell Perrie about what Harry wants to do." She slapped my thigh a few times, excitement running through her.

"No, Soph. If he finds out he'll flip out on me." I groan, covering my face in embarrassment.

"Oh, it's that good, huh? Now you've gotta tell me!" Perrie nudged me encouragingly, but I tried to ignore it.

"No, I can't. He'll be mad."

Perrie huffed, obviously upset with the fact I won't say a damn word about. Sophia swore she wouldn't either. I stand up from the couch, grabbing my empty glass just in case I had to use an excuse. I turned to face them, both of their eyes are staring up at me.

"If and when he does it... I'll tell you. Until then.. not a word."



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The bed wasn't as warm as it could be, and that was because Harry was no where to be found. It's past midnight, and I determined almost an hour ago that it was time for me to come to bed. The girls are still downstairs, but they haven't made any loud noises to disturb my slumber - not that I'm actually in one, though. It's always hard for me to fall asleep without Harry beside me, or even in the room. I can't ever convince myself that it's safe, because when he's not here.. I don't feel safe. It's very scary for me, to not have him around, I feel unprotected - even if he has his army outside surrounding the area - and my anxiety worsens when he's gone.

I just want to hope that, for whatever reason, it's okay that it's this late and he hasn't checked in with me. I'm sure the meeting he had to have was important and about something regarding the pack - it obviously had to be about them, right? Was he really with the guys? Had he gone off somewhere? To another woman? No, that wasn't even close to the truth. The meeting has just lasted a while, or maybe the hunt was more difficult tonight than the normal. I don't know. I don't know what to think anymore.

My eyes opened as I heard the door being shut downstairs - that's how quiet it was. I could hear Sophia drop a pen, or the flick of a light switch, I'm listening to my own heartbeat right now. The murmur of voices downstairs was slightly louder than I thought at first, but I soon realized that it was laughter not screaming. A few minutes pasted, the voices hushed, and the door closed once again. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I curled up under the thick duvet. I sealed my eyes shut and slowed my breathing, pretending to be asleep even though I figured Harry would be able to tell if I were awake or not. I hoped that was Harry down there.. it had to be him. Right?

Before I had time to perfect my sleeping role, I heard footsteps around me and the mattress dipped from someone's weight. I could hear a heavy sigh - it was Harry after all - and then the thud of shoes being dropped onto the floor. The weight was gone, and I assumed he was getting undressed. The sound of a zipper was faint, but audible, and then all the fabric falling onto the floor seemed louder than it normally was. Perhaps the silence was the cause of that? I wasn't sure.

The smell of his cologne mixed with the smell of him filled my nose as he pulled back the covers, slighting tugging because of my hand's tight grip. I held my breath as I felt the bed weigh down from his body, and within a second his hand was on my waist. He adjusted himself beside me, his feet rubbing against mine as he got comfortable behind me. It was rare for us to sleep like this - me being faced away from him - but I knew that sometimes he liked to hold me like this. And tonight he didn't hesitate to get positioned.

One arm slid under my head so that I was now resting on his strong bicep, and his other snaked around my front, tucking his hand between my body and the mattress. His warmth engulfed me and I couldn't prevent the sigh of relief that slipped out of my mouth. Harry hummed against my shoulder, making me hit myself mentally. I should've stayed silent. It's not that I didn't want to talk to him, I just didn't want anything stupid to come out of my mouth. I know that the moment he sounds like he's upset, or worried, or concerned, or distracted about anything that didn't relate to me - I'd immediately ask him about it. Then he'd get irritated and ask me to move on, then I'd keep going until he was screaming mad at me and then I wouldn't shut up until he fled the house and left me in tears in Sophia's arms. I didn't want that. Not tonight, not ever again. I hated when we fought, I hated it when we did anything but love each other.

"Can't sleep?" He muttered against my skin, his hot breath melting me.

I licked my dry lips, keeping my eyes bolted shut, "Now I can."

I felt him smile, "Miss me, lovey?"

"Yeah." I breathe out, letting my entire body fully relax against him.

"I missed you."

Despite the cute, loving tone in his voice - I didn't respond. I just reached up and grabbed onto his hand. He squeezed my fingers as I rested them in his palm. I gulped gently, I was trying so hard to not say anything stupid or regrettable.

"M'sorry I'm late." Harry said after a few moments of quietness. I'm sure he wanted to talk to me, he hadn't seen me in hours.

"S'okay." I mumbled, barely able to talk all of a sudden.

Every time he wraps his arms around me and holds me close, I feel completely safe and comfortable and I never fail to fall asleep in his hold. And right now, well, I was struggling to stay awake. It hit all at once - I became very tired and my eyes feel like bricks. Harry's soothing, thick voice only makes it easier to want to fall asleep. He distracted me again, disturbing the process of drifting off.

" 'member what you asked for?" I felt his lips plant kisses onto my skin, slowly and gently trailing down my arm. He stopped at my elbow to speak again, "I'm happy to give that to you, darlin'."

The thought of having him was incredible - I loved every second of our sex. But, right now, I am very tired and I doubt that I could stay awake or active for the heavy activity. I nodded, though, just to give him some sort of a reply. Harry brought his mouth up to my ear, he peppered kisses along my jaw and over my ear, making sure to nibble on my lobe. I smiled at the feeling, I've always liked that.

"Do you want to?" He asked very quietly, pushing his lower half into mine.

I could easily feel him against me, he was definitely ready and prepared to give me what I requested hours ago - what I demanded to have. I bite my cheek as I admire the hard feeling pressed into my butt. Harry was very willing to have sex with me whenever I wanted to, and that always made me feel loved. At least we do something good together, something right. Even though it's something we shouldn't be doing..

"I always wan' to." I tell him, my lips hardly move as I talk.

He chuckles against my bottom jaw, "Sure you're not too tired, baby? We can wait til mornin'."

"No, now." I groan, a little upset that he thought I would have the strength to resist him and wait hours to get what I want.

"Hmm, as you wish, my love."

Harry's arms uncoiled from around me and his hand trailed down my side until he reached my panties. He toyed with the waist band as his lips began to leave sloppy kisses and licks against the side of my neck. I let my eyes rest as I take in the feelings he was giving to me. After a few minutes of sucking love marks into my neck, he used his heavy hands to roll me onto my back and climb on top of me.

He carefully let his lips touch against each of my eyelids as an attempt to get me to open them. I do as he wished and let my eyes take in the beautiful sight of him. He left the lamp on, and the yellow glow on his tanned skin was perfect. He's like a god, an incredible, handsome, amazing god.

"I love you." He muttered against my lips as we dove into a session.

He didn't hesitate to push his tongue in my mouth, he knew I wouldn't mind anyways, and start to roam around. I brought my hand to his nape and held onto him tight. He smirked against my mouth as we took a moment to breathe.

"I love you." I returned the words, pecking the corner of his mouth a few times until I decided to lead my kisses along his scar.

His cheeks warmed up as I got to the end of the mark, he always got a little extra sensitive - he would madly blush and sometimes try to laugh it off, but I knew he liked it. It was a part of him, and I have vowed to love every single part of him - even that scar.

"My turn, yeah?" He insisted as I laid my head back onto the pillow.

Instantly, his mouth touched every single inch of my face, making sure to leave his love behind so I could feel it days after. I smiled uncontrollably as he kissed down my throat. I've always thought that I was so weird for being ticklish there - because it's such an intimate spot - but Harry's always adored it. I let a giggle slid out and he returned a laugh. The vibration against my throat brought a moan out.

Harry returned to my lips as his hands worked with the hem of my shirt - it was really his shirt, but he never minded the fact I practically wore his clothes all the time. He broke away from our kiss so he could pull the shirt over my head. He tossed it across the room and returned to my body, but this time we went below my lips.

He focused his attention on my chest - making sure to leave a trail of kisses down the valley between my breasts. Within a second, both of his hands were grabbing me, squeezing and tugging just slightly. He rolled my nipples around between his thumbs and index fingers, that always got me going down a good path. My back lifted off the bed at the intense feeling. He chuckles and leaned down to take the right one into his mouth. He let his hand remain on my other breast, showing it just as much attention.

My fingers found their way into his hair, and I didn't wait to tangle them and pull on his roots. He grunted against my skin as I kept a tight hold on him. He went to my other breast now, letting his hand find the one he's left covered in his saliva. He copies what he had just done, making sure to show them equal love.

I let my other hand fall onto his shoulder. I slide it down his shoulder blade, feeling the muscles move as he adjusted his elbows on either side of me. Harry spent a few more minutes going back and forth on my chest, loving and praising each breast, before he finally picked up on his abandoned trail of affection. The kissing continued down my stomach. My insecurities always seemed to vanish the moment his touch was there. I bite down on my lip as I felt his hands on my hips and his body settled between my now parted legs.

He gladly took my panties down my legs, quickly discarding me of the thin fabric. They hit the floor just like my shirt had and he wasted no time at all. I gasp sharply as his mouth connects with me. He's always so good, so, so good. The moans begin to fall out of my mouth as he works his magic - his tongue, his lips, the sucking, the blowing - it was all such a beautiful magically experience.

"Harry." I breathe out as he let his mouth part with me for just a moment.

He stuck his finger in his mouth to wet it and then spit on the tip. Before I had time to process it, he shoved his finger into my entrance. My eyes rolled back in pleasure as he began to pump it in and out slowly, making sure he curled his long digit when he was knuckle deep. My hand fell from his hair, I didn't have the strength to keep hanging on. His strong arm wrapped around my thigh and he held my hips down as he kept working. He knew this was my favorite, favorite, favorite part of our sexual foreplay. He was incredible, and perfect, and amazing, and wonderful, and it was so, so hot. He moaned onto my nub, making me twitch all over from the heavy vibrations.

It wasn't long until he added a second finger and was increasing his power and speed. I needed more, he knew that, but he didn't add another finger - he never added more than two. I figured that he needed to make up for being late, so he could at least give me another one.

"More.. please." I begged, groaning just a split second after.

He shook his head lightly before hallowing his cheeks. I tried to ignore the intense pleasure but it was very hard. Once that little moment of pure ecstasy was gone, and replaced with a bunch of quick bolts, I fisted his hair and yanked hard. He grunted and lifted his gaze to meet my eyes. I barely ever rested on my elbow to watch him, but tonight was a tad different. I needed another finger, and I was going to get it.

"More." I repeated, more sternly this time.

He tore away from me and quickly protested, "No."

"More!" I raised my voice, pushing his face back down between my legs.

He groaned but complied to my desires - a third finger slipped in alongside the other two and I felt like I was on cloud nine. I was spilling out groans and moaning like a mad woman - he always treated me so good, so damn good. It only took another minute for him to have me arching high off the bed, my hands pulling my own hair as I screamed in pure pleasure.

"Fuck, Harry.. now.. I need you.. now." Those words flew out of my mouth before I could even catch my breath properly.
Harry, of course, didn't spare a moment. He got off the bed and quickly removed his briefs. The second he was above me, I held my legs open for him and grabbed onto his wrist. He smiled down at me, shaking his head lightly in disbelief.

"Someone's needy tonight." He smirked.

"Shut up.. Hurry up!" I whined as he pulled his arm away from my touch and sat on his knees between my legs.

I watched him lick his lips and the top portion of his chin, trying to take in all of my wetness that he had gotten on his face. Then, I knew he would do this part, too, he stuck his fingers in his mouth and held them there as he sucked off my taste.

"Mmm." He hummed, very satisfied with that, and finally grabbed his erection.

When Harry and I first started to have sex, it was hard for me to get comfortable with his size. But, as the months went by, things got a lot easier. He still checks in on me though, he doesn't just shove it in without a warning.

"Ready?" He asked as I felt him against my entrance.

I eagerly nodded, and that made him chuckle. He ran his tip up and down my folds a few times, coating himself in my natural lubrication. After a few more strokes, he finally pushed inside of me. Harry let out a hefty moan as he filled me - he always went all the way. I liked it better, the pain was quicker to disappear that way. He brought himself back over me and I let my legs fold around his hips. He laughed a little as he tried to move but my hold was too tight.

"I gotta move baby girl." He pressed a few sweet kisses to my lips.

I let my legs fall but Harry reached down and cupped the back of my right knee. He held my leg up and started moving his hips. My eyes nearly rolled out of my head as he slammed into me, the power behind his movements was fucking amazing.

"Don't.. fucking.. stop."

"Don't worry, sugar, I won't."

Notes

--- look if the sex bothers you... you might wanna head on out now, while you can. I went a very long time without doing any intense sexual scenes. Beating Heart didn't get any action, just those last few chapters! SO GIVE ME A BREAK PLS. ha.

-- but for real, I want to focus on the love and the mystery/action part of this story. I hope you enjoy xx