Sexual content, readers advised!
-Katexx
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Chapter 38
Harry was supposed to be back within twenty minutes, just dropping Gemma at her hotel and then coming straight back home, but it's been over an hour and he's not answering his phone.
I've been lying on the sofa with a heated pad on my stomach, a pillow tucked under my head and my feet elevated and spread as if I had to push during contractions. That's what the cramps feel like: fucking contractions. And they've brought their lovely friend Headache along on the ride again.
Though nothing interesting is playing on TV, I still leave it on to distract my thoughts from the pain. Dinner was definitely too much to handle, only causing more pressure on my uterus and creating more pain in the process. The spaghetti, however, was absolutely delicious, and the ice cream we ate after was even better.
I shouldn't have eaten that damn ice cream.
I let out a loud whine when a painful cramp hits, almost causing me to jerk on the sofa. I even had to change from my jeans to sweatpants, and that even isn't enough to make me comfortable. If I wasn't wearing a tampon, I'd push the blood out of my vagina like I'd push a baby.
"El?" Harry calls when the door finally opens.
With the TV playing, I didn't even hear the lock. "In the living room," I call back.
I hear bags and a little bit of fumbling, his keys being tossed in the key bowl and his coat falling twice from the hook. His footsteps switch from shoes to socks, easily noticeable from the oak hardwood floor, and he walks in the living room with two white plastic bags in his hands.
"I stopped at Superdrug," he explains as he sits on the coffee table and deposits the bags by his side. "The lady sold me NSAIDs for period cramps, and I also picked up more tampons because your box was empty." I giggle at the sight of Harry producing the biggest box of tampon I've ever seen from one of the bags, the exact brand I usually take. Even Costco boxes of tampons aren't this big. "Oh, and I picked up your birth control prescription. I thought you'd have to start it again after this week."
I force my body to sit up and stretch a little, dropping the heating pad beside me. Harry places the box aside but I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him into me until he carefully collapses onto my body, holding his weight not to crush me. "You're too fucking adorable," I squeal, kissing his lips hard.
"It'll be more adorable when a photo of me buying tampons shows up in the magazines," he playfully argues but keeps the smile on his face to show that he doesn't care. "How are you feeling, anyway?"
"Better," I lie, because the pain has gotten worse and Harry doesn't need to worry about that. "I'll feel better after a good night of sleep, to be honest."
He picks himself up and grabs the bags. "How about a hot bath first? I read online that it should help with the back cramps also."
"Are you seriously telling me that you've been researching menstrual shit online?"
Harry bites his lips and smirks. "Maybe."
Laughing, I close my eyes and sink into the pillow. "Okay, you're definitely the cutest thing on this fucking planet. Now go run me a bath before I give birth of blood clogs on this sofa."
"Right." He scrunches up his nose in disgust. "But while I do that, take the medication. The lady said it'd help more than regular Advil."
"Fine, mister."
Getting up happens to be a lot harder than I expected, and Harry watches me with a smirk while I walk like a pregnant woman, holding my food/period belly out with one hand on my back and one hand holding the back with the medication. He disappears upstairs while I head to the kitchen, reading the instructions in the back of the bottle. Two pills every four to six hours without exceeding six pills a day. Alright, then.
The bath is running when I make it upstairs and Harry is searching through the drawers for comfortable clothes for me to wear after. I smile when I spot his Rolling Stones shirt in the same drawer. He put his clothes back in there.
"I added bubbles," he tells me before I even walk inside the bathroom, but I can already see the gigantic box of tampons on the counter beside the small one I usually use. "Do you need, uh, privacy before?"
With a smirk, I take off my shirt and throw it at him. It hangs off his face and he grunts as he grabs it and places it on the counter. "May I remind you that you actually changed my tampon when I was unconscious? Or have you been trying to remove the disgusting image from your head? 'Cause trust me, it's a disgusting sight even for me when I change it."
"It didn't bother me, babe," he says truthfully, sitting on the side of the bath and touching the water with his fingers. "It'd do it again if you were unable, and I'd basically help you with anything, really. As long as you're safe with me." The hormones make my eyes water, but he quickly changes the topic when he notices my glistening eyes. "Come on, pants off."
I slip my sweatpants and my underwear off all at once, sticking one foot carefully before the other in the steaming hot water. Harry holds my hand until I'm comfortably settled in the tub while the steam dilates my pores. At least it'll save me a breakout.
Once my hair is pulled back and secured in a ponytail, I close my eyes and rest a little. "Is the water gonna-like-is it gonna turn red?"
Completely taken aback by the sudden and extremely strange question, I peek through one eye and raise an eyebrow. "Are you serious right now, Harry? Please tell me you're not."
"Hey," he whines, splashing some water at my face. "I've never had my period before, I don't know how that crap works."
"I'd find it extremely weird if my boyfriend had gotten his period before, to be honest. I'm glad you haven't."
Laughing, Harry sinks on the floor by the tub and rests his chin on his hand by the edge of the bath. "I like the sound of that."
At that, I frown. "Of what?"
He smiles widely with lazy eyes, dimples digging in each cheek. "The sound of calling me your boyfriend. I promise I'll be the best boyfriend in the world and you'll never regret your decision."
"You already are the best boyfriend in the world, babe." I push his hair back and lean it to press my lips to his. He doesn't hesitate and gently moves his lips with mine, his scruffy upper lip and chin scratching my skin in a pleasant way.
"And you are the best girlfriend," he mutters in between kisses, "in the whole fucking world." I moan against his lips until he giggles, pulling away. "Is your tummy better now? You're gonna wrinkle in that water."
I give him a small nod. "Wait in the bedroom while I wash up quickly? I'll meet you in five minutes."
Without a single word, he obliges and closes the door behind him with a smile. I clean up real fast, dry my skin with a towel and put on the clothes Harry brought in the bathroom earlier. After using the toilet real quick, I meet him in the bathroom where he's already under the covers, shirtless and hopefully wearing something on his lower body. He lowers the volume on the TV and pats my side of the bed.
"Good, I thought you weren't wearing boxers," I giggle and cuddle into his side, pulling the cover up to my chin. "Not that I don't like Harry Jr," I explain when he raises an eyebrow, falsely offended, "but I'd rather not bleed all over the bed."
He wrinkles his nose. "Thanks for the heads up, love. But you know, I've read online that a little bit of pleasure can relief cramps..." I roll my eyes at his wink and he laughs loudly. "I'm just saying."
"You've been reading a little too much online, Haz. Lay off the internet for-Jesus fucking Christ," I hiss when his hand finds its way past the waistband of my pyjamas. "Harry."
However, he doesn't take my warning seriously and circles my clit with the pad of his finger with a smirk on his face. "I just want to make you feel better, Elena. I'm not even gonna get hard... much."
"But it's disgusting, Haz. There're scents and it's just gross," I whine, my voice trembling a little from the pleasure building up in my stomach. "Jesus."
"I'll wash my hands after, then. And I'm not gonna put my mouth on you."
And at that, I melt under his touch because, well, what else could I do? He continues to flick my clit with his fingertip, sliding one leg over mine to spread it out and have more access. I give in to the pleasure he brings to my body, the cramps completely absent as I sigh into his side and rest my head on his shoulder.
Harry chuckles and presses his lips to my cheek, to my temple, to my shoulder, without ever slowing down the motion of his finger. Just one single finger, not even inside of me or anything, but enough to have me whimper and squirm under the sheets.
I clench around his finger and grasp at his thigh to have something to hold on to as a wave of pleasure hits me. "How are you seriously so calm?" I ask slowly, not trusting my voice and my breathing. I'm practically a trembling mess and, just as promised, he isn't even hard... much.
"I try to think of it as a pain reliever, not as a sexual act," he reasons, applying more pressure to make me scream. "It's hard to explain, but your well-being comes first, and if it has to be an orgasm then that's what it's going to be. Just like a normal medicine."
Barely able to nod, I take a deep breath and hold it while another wave passes, this one almost bringing me over the edge. "Come on, babe," he continues, cooing in my ear. "Let go or the cramps will come back."
So I do. I turn my face and rest my forehead on his arm as he speeds up, the orgasm filling me up completely and making my back arch from the bed. I cry out a little, feeling myself dampen even through the tampon, but Harry doesn't seem to care. He doesn't slow down until I've completely rode out of the orgasm.
When my body recovers from the numbness, Harry helps me off the bed to clean up, and as I do so he washes his hands and hands me a new tampon to wear for the night. It's barely ten in the evening and I can tell from Harry's wide, awake eyes that he isn't tired at all, but he comes back to bed with me nonetheless.
"That was almost as good as a Subway sandwich," I break the silence once I'm settled against his chest, cuddling into his side while his left arm is draped behind my back and holding me close.
His brows furrow, mouth slightly agape as he allows what I just said to sink it. "Did you just compare an orgasm to Subway?"
I nod into his skin, giggling at how hot he is. And by hot I mean, the heat radiating from his body. The bloke is a freaking heater. "Babe, you have to admit that those BLT foot longs on Italian bread are fucking good."
"And yet I wouldn't compare them to an orgasm."
"It's the hormones," I reason, this being the only explanation I can find for him to understand. "My period is making me really hungry right now."
He shakes his head and chuckles. "Don't worry, I'd like my foot long in your mouth, too," he says with a wink.
Instead, he earns a poke in the ribs and a slap on the chest.
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Chapter End Notes:
Ok but seriously, how fucking cheeky is Harry?!
HELLO EVERYONE! I hope you've been having a good week!
And well, nothing much else to say, just like.. HOW CUTE IS HE!!!!
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-Katexx