Alright, so maybe my subconscious nun couldn't deny Harry either.
He spent the whole car ride doing little things that evoked the sexual repression within me. He couldn't see it, but my face was as red as a cherry.
His hand was set on my thigh, the coldness of his rings causing my leg to twitch slightly. His fingers traced patterns against my skin, leaving a tingly sensation wherever they touched. Now it could just be me, and the mere fact that I haven't been active in the last few months, but for the sake of his presence, I will say everything about him simply will not allow me to refuse.
Harrys hand would trail up my leg and then back down to its original place, it was painfully agonizing to say the least and it only made the desire much stronger.
We pulled up to the apartments, lights beaming through the window of mine. If Avery was awake, my whole mindset of letting him have his way would have to be postponed. There's no way she'd leave me to it, she's that annoying.
"I'll walk you up," Harry says as he opens the door of the car for me.
I smile, taking his hand and standing up. "Would you maybe want to come in for a drink," I queried, walking beside him.
"I would love to."
There wasn't a moment he didn't have a smile planted on his face. I couldn't help but adore that aspect about him.
We made our way into the apartment, the tv lighting up most of the living room. From the couch, a small head popped up, like a meerkat. I furrowed my eyebrows and squinted, hoping to enhance my vision.
"About time you guys came back," Avery pipes up and throws her blanket off of her. I rolled my eyes and laughed slightly, flicking on the kitchen light.
"Were you waiting for us to come back?" I set my keys on the counter and searched through our pantry for something that wasn't champagne or wine. I think I've had my fair share this last week or so.
"No of course not...I was waiting for Harry."
A cheeky smile spread across her face as I scoffed, to which Harry chuckled and threw an arm around her.
"Good thing too, I had high hopes you'd await my show." Avery blushed, and as confident as she'd like to be, I don't think the fangirl inside her would allow it.
As the two carried on conversation, I managed to dig up a bottle of tequila. Not the best choice of drink, and I could try to salvage it with whatevers in the fridge, but I was too lazy so it'll do.
Grabbing three glasses, I began to pour an even amount of liquor into each. I watched as Avery went on to talk about the finer things in her life, and admired the fact that Harry sat, intently listening to every word she said, speaking to assure her that he was giving her his fullest attention.
I smiled at his trivial attempt, asking her about things like what her hometown was like and the traditions there and even about her dog she had when she was nine. He questioned things that most people would find meaningless, but he knew those details were important to her, automatically making it a necessity for him to know.
I passed a glass to both of them. Harry picked up his and took a swig, immediately withdrawing and averting his eyes to the liquid. His face scrunched up in disgust as he swallowed what he had in his mouth.
"Is that tequila?"
I laughed and nodded holding up the bottle. "It was all I could find that wasn't wine or champagne."
He exhaled and squeezed his eyes shut, like he was holding a lemon slice between his teeth.
Avery downed her drink and slapped his back. "Don't be a pussy, take it like a real woman." She was more the party type, and she had no shame in pressuring people to drink until they became forgetful of the nights events, she also had a strange way with words that even made you believe you should drink. Which ironically is the exact way she managed to get a job.
Harry let out a deep breath and gulped down the rest of his drink. I continued to drink mine at a slow pace, clearly able to ignore Avery's pushy ways, even though drinking any kind of hard alcohol in slow doses was more torturous.
"So Harry, do you plan on staying tonight?" Avery queried as she helped herself to another glass.
My eyes darted to Harry, who was giving thought to the question. "I suppose I will considering I've had drinks. I'm not too fond of being intoxicated behind the wheel, no matter the amount." He claimed reasonably, then smirked as he turned to me.
I blushed, pressing my lips to a thin line and refraining a smile. Man what I would give to make the time go faster.
Avery hummed and refilled our glasses, more than what I had divvied out. I swear she'd be the leading cause of alcohol poisoning if she really set her mind to it.
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We ended up stretching the time out more, deciding to watch a movie of Avery's choice, only because it was her idea. I sat cuddled up into Harry's side, his arm around me and his legs rested on top of the coffee table. Avery was curled up in the lazy boy chair, looking as though she was dozing off every five minutes.
I was mentally trying to convince her to go to bed, but no matter how loud I shouted in my head or how intensely I stared at her, she didn't get it.
Finally, the sex gods shined upon us answering my prayers, and Avery fell asleep.
I could run victory laps for days.
I felt Harry shift slightly, bringing his other hand to my thigh. I looked up at him, but his eyes were still focused on the tv. The pad of his thumb rubbed small circles against my skin, inching higher up my leg.
My eyes averted to Avery, checking to make sure she was still asleep. Sure enough she was out like a light. I decided to take part in the action.
I made myself comfortable, throwing my legs over his making it easier for both of us to reach our points. I turned my body and pressed my lips gently to his jaw, his four week stubble pricking my skin. I bit my lip and smiled as he cleared his throat, to which I continued.
The more I trailed down his neck, the more his head turned granting me extra access to the area. He became flustered immediately, his mouth parting as to let out short breaths, no matter how much he attempted to conceal it. I brought my lips to his, slowly pulling him in, his attention now fully on me. The reflection of the tv made his eyes glisten. I bit my lip and quickly pulled him to me, kissing him with so much desire that subtleness was out of the question.
He kissed back matching my predilection. I pushed myself up to straddle his waist without disrupting the heated kiss. With ease he stood, holding me up by my legs. Harry made his way to my room, breaking away only to let out deep breaths.
The closer we got to confidentiality the more rough he became. He pressed me against a wall, no space between us whatsoever. Everything in my body became hungrier for him, our kiss growing, both our tongues battling for dominance. He pressed himself against me, the hardness of his bulge prominent through his pants and my thin t-shirt material. It turned me on more just to feel him.
He set me down, to which I pulled him into my room, grasping his shirt to make sure I didn't lose him in the dark. He shut my door and locked it, quick to reconnect us. With each step a piece of our clothing came off. I became distracted, admiring my vision of perfection, standing before me. He was carved beautifully, and the tattoos only made him more irresistable. He was the equivalent to an amazing art piece.
I brought him to lay with me, and with ease, he placed himself between my legs and hovered over my half nude body. His eyes never left mine, and for a brief moment, he only stared at me. I couldn't pin point his thoughts, but I heard the gears turning inside his head.
"You're very beautiful, you know that?" He questioned rhetorically, his fingers gliding across my face to sweep away any stray hairs.
I couldn't help but smile at his random sweetness. "So I've heard."
He mirrored a grin, his dimples becoming extremely visible. I swear my heart lept out of my chest, this man will be my cause of death.
He leaned in, and with centimeters to spare, our attention quickly snapped towards my door, which I swear I heard knocking.
Silence filled the air, the only sound was the late night LA traffic from outside.
"Hey- I'm going to bed. If you're asleep, cool. If you're awake- then rock on, make those damn babies!"
I groaned and rubbed my face as her footsteps grew more faint.
I apologised to Harry, but mostly myself. He chuckled and planted a kiss to my lips. "Well, I suppose we should get back to makin those damn babies."