Masterpiece [h.s]

thirteen

"Carter, I-"

"Shut up and fuck me."

She's kissing him again, but this time it feels real, not like how they kiss before and during sex, but actual, genuine kisses.

Carter's pissed off and she makes that clear with her harsh kisses, but she's also lonely and Harry can feel the slight desperation and the need for someone that lingers beneath her actions.

Harry doesn't feel bad about what he did because he gave her the chance to be human again and it's wonderful. But he does feel bad for upsetting her, even though he knew that it was going to happen from the start.

So, he apologizes between heavy kisses. "I'm," kiss, "sorry."

Carter tells him to shut up. He obliges until he realizes how terrible downstairs is for sex and tells her to jump. She figures it out pretty quickly and jumps like he's asked, her legs wrapping around his torso and his hands holding her up by the backs of her thighs. He carries her upstairs and drops her on the mattress that sits on the floor, pushed against the back wall.

She hates that she's enjoying this, that she's enjoying him, but she's leaving in a few days anyway and he soothes her anger even though he was the one to cause it in the first place. She finally feels relieved. It's stressful to keep away from things like this—things that she wants all the time—and to constantly put on a front so that no one really knows how to hurt her or who she is.

Their clothes are off and strewn about in only a few moments, her hands are in his hair and pulling on the strands harshly as his hips meet hers. His lips are hot as they press against her skin, leaving fresh marks in their favorite areas and further inflaming her skin.

His body is even better and she hates to leave those marks down his back, but she can't help herself because he makes her feel heavenly and she can't ignore her body's impulses.

Her hips ache from how harshly his continue to meet hers, but the pain is nothing compared to the bliss that comes with it.

Carter finds him quite beautiful with his hair falling in his face, damp from all of the exertion, his eyes a darker shade of green and how they're either half closed or closed completely with each deliberate thrust that he makes, and the way that his lips part slightly, even if he isn't making a sound. She hasn't noticed it too much before now because she was focused on the experience and she knew that she'd like him more than she wanted to if she looked. But right now she can't help but to look and, damn, he really is something to look at.

Harry notices her gaze and kisses her again and she forgets all about her original dissent when he hits her sensitive spot and has her unraveling beneath him.

It doesn't take much longer for him to reach his climax and soon they're lying beside one another, their legs tangled at the end of the bed and their chests rising and falling heavily as they catch their breath.

"Just tell me why."

Harry shifts so that he's facing her and resting his weight on his elbow. His green eyes scan her curiously and his face contorts with confusion, "What do you mean, why?"

Carter sighs and runs her fingers along his arm. He's built up a nice amount of muscle since he'd gotten clean and she really enjoys it because it's neither too much nor too little.

"Why have you continued to pursue me and try to find out who I am beneath the façade even though I want nothing more than to push you away?"

Harry takes her hand in his and stops her motion, lacing their fingers together. The action is small and very simple in its nature, but it carries enough meaning to make her feel something that she can't ignore: the comfort of another human being.