Assassin [H.S.]

Fifty Five

But for now at this moment, he's all I want. My worries will be silenced soon enough and I want to stay here with him.

I nod my head. "I want this."

"I don't have a condom on me."

"I'm on the pill right now, Harry. I want this as much as you do." I reach for the back of his head to draw him closer.

"It's just you and me." I whisper.

Water droplets hit his lashes as his eyes stared hard at me. His hands travel down all the way to my thighs. In one swift motion, he lifts me up against the wall.

I wrap my legs around him and my arms hang down on his neck line.

"Then you better not stop until I say so." He whispers and with a leisure pace eases himself inside me.

This time, nothing was between us.

Everything feels right when I'm closer to you.

I cry out, hitting the back of my head hard on tiles. My pupils have dilated into a thousand stars and I begin to move. He hardens with every push, claiming every inch inside me. There's no hope for containing my moans anymore.

Harrys curses more fucks out loud and I press my heels to his ass more. He's intoxicated me, pleasing all the wants and needs into his control. I call his name, pressuring him to go faster. My hands tighten on his hair, his back and my lips onto his.

There's no way I'd think to myself saying I'd be here with him, completely disobeying what I was trying to push away this whole time. It's hard to break old habits.

"Cmon Sloane. Give it to me." He orders.

The addiction can be too powerful. Yet crossing the line for him..that's probably my most dangerous move i did for someone I started to love more. Because I never truly loved anyone before I saw him.

He takes me higher. I curse out another plea to his satisfaction.

"Dont fucking stop now, Slo. Cmon". I continue the same motion in a faster pace. My back is rubbing off on the tiles, leaving wet trails that I can't see.

My legs are becoming sore from their enclosed position.

"God, you feel so good."

I smile to myself as I claw my fingernails to his back. I feel the peak rising; soon enough my orgasm releases. Harry lets out a heavy groan, leaning his head back. I wrap my arms around his neck while he lets go off me. I fight off the pain once I lift off from him.

We haven't moved from our corner just yet. He embraces me, his arms still holding close. I'm faced with his chest, staring at the tattoos written across his upper chest. I plant a kiss in between the sparrows. He does the same only to the top of my head. When I look up to him, there's complete adoration to his eyes.

Fingers brush my wet hair away from my face. All he does is let his nose linger before he presses his mouth on me.

But something lifts up from my sternum. His necklace is now tangled in his fingers, still wrapped to my neck.

"All this..just so I can get what's mine." He murmurs.

A smile paints on his mouth.

"I should probably give it back to you." I reach for the clasp that holds the string together. Harry stops me before I take it apart.

"It looks better on you." He ensures me and presses his lips on mine. "As long as you have it, I know it will be safe with you."

I stole this from his room knowing it held a value to him. But why was this piece of silver something he wanted back in the first place? The question still remains in the back of my head. It will be for another day and another time.

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We finished showering as we took our time wiping off our blood and renewing our bandages. I've spared him extra clothes courtesy of Uncle James who put them in the other room for emergencies. Although he's a bit bigger, the sweat pants on Harry don't fail to look good on him.

He helps me put on my clothes, with the limitation of my back being cut through. As I reach for the hairbrush, I attempt to comb through my hair with my left hand.

Before I know it, Harry stands behind me and takes it out of my hand. He tells me to stay still as he kindly gestures to brush it through cleanly.

I admire this side of him, trying to take care of me as I was about to be on my last limb.

When he finishes combing and drying my hair, I gather up the clothes and deposit them to the laundry basket in the walk-in closet. I toss them carelessly.

However, I see something in the pocket of Harry's dress pants. I've seen this before though it looks different than it did.

Why did he fix up my busted burner that I left back at the desert?

I pick it up, hold it gently and examine it. With glue holding the cracks and a new screen added, it's still the same. My new one is still in the inside pocket of my dress.

If my passwords can still unlock this, I wonder who he was trying to contact-

"Slo, you okay?"

Harry's voice comes up from behind as it startles me.

"Oh, um yeah. I was trying to see if I lost any of my rings in the clothes." I lied.

I turn around to face him, shuffling the burner behind my body and sliding into what I believe is a sock.

I was just making sure you were still here." He says.

I smile. "You honestly think I'd leave you here to the only place I can stay safe in?"

"I mean it's better than rotting cold in a jail cell." A dimple forms and soon another one. I step away from the laundry basket and walk closer to him.

One arm up against the door frame blocks my way of getting out. He takes my hand gently and looks up at me.

"You sure you're okay?"

I honestly don't know. But all I do is nod my head. I'm afraid for a night terror to come haunt me again, nonetheless the amount of sleeping pills that are still left on the nightstand.

"C'mon, you'll feel better once you get your rest in." He walks me over to the bed. Pulling over the comforter as I gently lay on my good side rather than my back, I face him eyes wide open.

The clock reads almost 15 till 2 in the morning.

Our faces are separated by an invisible divider, only to be broken by his soft hand. He craves my touch as much as I do. I feel him travel down to my waist and scoot me over closer to him. He leaves his arm there, drawing circles on the lower half of my back.

"Did you take your sleeping pills?" He asks me.

"Hmm" I reply as a yes. "I don't have much left."

"Hey..you'll be alright. I'll even stay up till sunrise if you want me too."

"No, Harry. I don't want you sleep deprived just for me." I tell him.

He shakes his head. " And I'll do it for you. I've gone days, even weeks without it. I just want to make sure I'm awake when you start to get one." He brushes my hair from my face. "You don't have to be sorry for what happened to you and what made you get these nightmares."

A sad emotion paints across my face. I was meant to believe that whatever got me stuck in these awful nights of insomnia and nightmares is because of what I've tried to make my life better when it felt shitty.

But you can't always try to fix the situation when the pieces can't fit. I'm still a mess in this cruel life.

I feel alone again, but he's got my devotion to be here at this moment.

"I'm right here, Slo..I'm not going anywhere baby.."

My eyes begin to drop. They close and my breathing slows down to a calm and collective rhythm.

Instead of him saying it, his eyes talk for himself replaying those words he said earlier like a secret message.

And the last thing I see is his green eyes, still staring down at me like before.