She came back to consciousness very slowly. It took a moment to pry her eyes open but when she did, she was surprised to see her off-white bedroom ceiling. She rolled her head to the side where the alarm clock stood on her side table. It said 7:13 AM, and it occurred to Piper that she had lost nearly 14 hours of time.
The last thing she remembered was doing push-ups in the gym below MI6. It had been awful and terrible, and she wished she could wipe the memory right out of her head. If she was ever forced to do physical testing for the sake of her job again, she was just going to quit. Or maybe she could actually start exercising for a change.
She figured that was unlikely.
She must have fallen asleep in the gym because it was the last thing she remembered. And yet, here she was, in her bedroom at home. She was wearing her knickers and a baggy black t-shirt that smelled sort of familiar. Smelled sort of like Harry, actually.
Piper rolled onto her side and got a gentle nip in return as she landed on top of Bertie. He let out a low warning growl so she promptly rolled back onto her back, reaching out a hand to pat along the duvet until she felt his doggy body beneath the sheets. "How're you doing, buddy?" she muttered to him as she tried to figure out what was going. "Am I dreaming still?"
Bertie was a dog, of course, so he didn't answer back. That probably would have been the perfect sign that she was dreaming. Or going insane.
Her senses started coming back to her along with her proper consciousness. She smelled bacon cooking which was heavenly. Her stomach grumbled like there was no tomorrow and she felt herself salivating at the thought of blessed bacon in her mouth. She could hear the radio as well, Dev's voice from Radio 1 echoing through her small flat. Riptide started to play and Piper could hear a familiar voice mumbling along.
Harry's shirt and Harry's voice? He must be here, her brain supplied for her intelligently. That was incentive enough to get up.
She shoved her elbows into the bed and tried to push herself up. Immediately, a burning fire seared across her abdomen and her arms cried out in pain. She dropped back down onto her back, letting out a loud yelp.
"You alright, petal?"
Piper rolled her head over and saw Harry's curly head poking out the kitchen door to check on her. She pouted, reaching one arm toward him. "I hurt, Harry."
"Poor thing," Harry said with a chuckle as he stepped fully out of the kitchen and strode down the short hall toward her. He was wearing the same black skinny jeans from yesterday and was also still shirtless. Piper suspected she was wearing the shirt he had been wearing when he had brought her home yesterday. She took in as much of his chest as she could as he crossed the room and sat down on the side of her bed. "Are you quite sore?"
"I feel like all my muscles have started an anarchic revolution and are planning to secede from my body."
"I know one muscle that still seems to be working just fine." Harry's cheek dimpled as he reached up to tap her head gently. "Does this ever shut off?"
"Unfortunately, no."
"Must be hell living with all that up there," he joked before he rose from the bed. "I've got eggs cooking. Do you think you can sit up and eat a bit?"
Her stomach growled so loud that Bertie, lying beside her, growled back. Just the idea of moving her body from its prone position to sitting upright was giving her a headache. She felt like she had a hangover all over her body. It was war between her comfort and her stomach.
Like always, her stomach won out.
As Harry went back to the stove to make sure nothing had burnt, Piper slowly shimmied herself up against the headboard, inch by inch. There was lots of groaning and whimpering, which scared Bertie who poked his head out from under the covers and began nudging her already sore stomach with his nose. She attempted to swat him away and yelped at the burn of her overused biceps. It took her the entire time for Harry to finish cooking, load up plates, and come back into the bedroom before she was fully upright.
She received a plate from Harry and immediately she started to salivate at the sight of two eggs cooked sunny side-up, the gratuitous six strips of bacon Harry had piled on the side (he knew her so well), and the only slightly burnt toast spread with butter. She didn't hesitate before digging right into the food, shovelling it into her empty stomach.
When she glanced up between bites, chewing a little slower so she didn't choke, Harry was watching her, amused, those stupid little dimples poking into his cheeks. "What?" she said through her mouthful of food when he didn't let up.
"Nothing," Harry said with a shake of his head. "You're just one of a kind, petal."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It doesn't mean anything," he told her cryptically as he ate some of his own food, curling his legs under him so he was cross-legged sitting opposite her on the bed. "Just eat your breakfast and stop thinking so hard about everything."
Piper grumbled but did as she was told, laying her fork down so she could wolf through half a slice of toast. Bertie was sitting up now, gazing longingly at her breakfast, so she tossed him the crust of her toast as a treat. He let it fall just in front of him, not giving it even a moment's attention. His eyes were trained on the bacon.
"I know what you want," Piper told the dog as she picked up a piece of bacon and bit at it aggressively, "but this is my bacon."
She could have sworn Bertie glared at her.
"Did you hit your head yesterday in the gym?" Harry queried gently as he gave her a strange, concerned sort of look.
"Don't think so. Why?"
"You're acting even stranger than normal."
"Am not."
"You are fighting with a dog. Over bacon."
"My bacon is very important to me," Piper replied quite honestly as she shoved the rest of the piece she had been holding into her mouth. "If it was up to me, it would get its own category on the food pyramid. And not near the top with the polyunsaturated fats and hydrogenated oils. I'm talking down by the grains. 6-10 servings per day."
"How have you not had a heart attack yet?" Harry looked honestly mystified by this. She couldn't blame him really – he had seen her eat, and he'd also seen the inside of her fridge. The only fruit she had in there was juiced. And not the fresh squeezed variety. We're talking high fructose, aspartame, Red No. 40 kind of fruit juice.
"It's my superior body makeup," Piper informed him around a mouthful of eggs. "Speaking of superior body makeup, you owe me ice cream."
"I-what?"
"You said you would buy me ice cream if I survived the testing yesterday. I survived, hence I want my ice cream."
"I did not agree to anything of the sort," Harry denied. "You said that I owed you ice cream but we never settled on a deal. Either way, you didn't really pass, did you? You passed out at 18 push-ups."
A horrified look crossed Piper's face and her stomach roiled uncomfortably. "Please tell me I don't have to do it again."
Harry chuckled at her panic, the twat, and reached over to pat her knee reassuringly. "I fibbed on the forms and said you did 22. You're welcome." Piper let out a sigh of relief. Just the idea of doing that many sit-ups all over again was making her stomach flare in sympathy pain. "We really should get you on a regular fitness routine though, especially if you'll be training with Liam and I. I can even do it with you if you want. We could go running in the mornings or something?"
"Will you be shirtless for these runs?"
"Piper," Harry deadpanned, shaking his head reproachfully. "It's December. I'm not running shirtless."
"Then I'm sorry but I just can't agree to do this."
Harry opened his mouth but then closed it tightly, his eyes closing as well. Piper could tell he was praying for patience. Her mother gave her this exact same look all the time. "We'll talk about this another time," he insisted. Piper was not looking forward to that conversation. "Now if you're done eating, you need a shower desperately. You're starting to smell."
"Excuse you," Piper said indignantly as Harry forcibly took the plate from her hand, stacking it on his own so he could bring it to the kitchen. He walked away, completely ignoring the fact that he had just brutally offended her. "What gives you the right to tell me that I smell?"
"The fact that you're wearing the only shirt I have with me, for starters," he called back over his shoulder before he disappeared into the kitchen. She heard the sink run for a bit as Harry rinsed the plates and then the dishwasher door hit the cupboard with a bang. "Also," he continued as he stepped back down the hallway, "I was going to give you a proper congratulations on how well you did yesterday and I certainly want you to smell better for that."
Piper had to cross her arms so Harry couldn't see her nipples harden under his shirt. She pressed her legs together under the duvet, trying not to think of how much she was looking forward to whatever he had in store. She was supposed to be mad at him, damn it. How dare he distract her from that?
"You could have just left your shirt on," she reminded him, watching as he leaned down to pick up some of the clothes from her floor and toss them in the hamper. Was he actually cleaning up her room? "I do own pyjamas for your information."
"I like seeing you in my shirt," he said with a cheeky grin over his shoulder as he kicked the shoes on her floor into a line against the wall.
"And, if I recall correctly," Piper mused as she tapped her chin with her fingers, "you do have your own home with lots of your own clothes in it. Did you decide to camp out in my flat last night for a reason or were you just doing perverted things to my unconscious body while I slept?"
"As much as I love putting my hands anywhere on your body," Harry purred as he stepped toward the bed like a predator to prey, his eyes darkening a bit, "I stayed for a much more noble reason. I don't want you alone in this house until I install that deadbolt, and I didn't want to wake you last night by doing it. I figured you wouldn't mind me in your bed."
"So chivalrous," Piper said with a roll of her eyes. "I am a grown-up Harry. Just because Clive is the next Ted Bundy doesn't mean I can't stay in my flat by myself."
"Do you even hear what you're saying half the time?" Harry's brow scrunched together as he shook his head. "First of all, if I thought Clive was the next Ted Bundy, I'd be shipping you off to live in Inverness." Piper frowned at just the thought – Scotland had even worse weather than London. "Second of all, we don't know that much about Clive yet. He could be harmless. He could be dangerous. I'm not taking any chances with your safety. So, you're going to let me install the deadbolt later without causing a big fuss about it, alright?"
Piper pursed her lips as bossy Harry emerged. "Do I even get any credit for buying the bloody thing?"
Harry's frown sort of smoothed out and he surprised her by dropping the magazines he had picked up from beside her bed and leaning over to kiss her forehead gently, his lips lingering there. "I'm very proud of you for taking responsibility for your own safety."
"That's more like it," she mumbled. Harry smiled at her before getting up once more and walking over to her window sill where she had left a stack of books. He began to sort them into alphabetical order and Piper reached the end of her rope. "Do you have sudden onset OCD or something? What are you doing?"
"Clothes and shoes on the floor are a tripping hazard," he muttered as he focused on his task, which seemed to be shaking her already flimsy chest of drawers. "Magazines can slip out from under you, and your window should be unblocked in case of a fire." He craned his head over his shoulder to look at her. "Is this anchored to the wall?"
"No, it is not anchored to the wall," Piper snapped at him as she placed her palms flat on the bed and slowly (very, very slowly) began to edge sideways. She figured it was about time she got up. "Stop flitting about my room and cleaning up. I like things the way they are."
"You are highly uncoordinated, petal," Harry reminded her as if she didn't already know that. She had enough experience landing on her arse to know perfectly well how clumsy she was. "This entire room is a safety hazard. I just don't want you to fall and break your neck."
"I've managed to get through twenty three years of life, thank you very much," she snapped at him as she shimmied to the edge of the bed, letting her feet drop down to the floor with a thunk. "I think I can survive a couple more without your incessant cleaning. Now come and help me up."
Harry sighed but did as he was told, rounding the bed and standing in front of her. He offered her his hands and she slid hers into them. He tightened them and then he was yanking her to her feet. Her muscles all over her body creaked and groaned at the movement and Piper immediately wished she was horizontal once more. "If I didn't like playing with guns with Liam so much, I would've just said screw it to this bloody physical testing," she grumbled as she hobbled across the bedroom like an old woman, Harry walking slowly at her pace beside her. "I've never hurt so much in my life."
"Not to sound like a nag," Harry said which was just a sign that he was about to become a colossal nag, "but it wouldn't have hurt so much if you were exercising more regularly."
"Harry, I adore you," Piper drawled sardonically, "but you are asking for my fist in your windpipe."
"I'd like to see you try," he said back, smoothly and confidently. She narrowed her eyes, sending him an icy look, but she couldn't deny that he had a point. He was like Chuck Norris compared to her. He had legitimate ninja skills. He did fucking Krav Maga. He would take her down in seconds.
They both squeezed into her small bathroom and Harry brushed past her to start doing all of the things to get her shower started. He ran the water, testing it with his hand, and then pulled the nozzle to get it flowing through the shower head. Like usual, her water pressure was atrocious and looked sort of like a light sprinkle. She could have used a powerful spray to massage her muscles a bit. Oh well.
"Let's get you out of these clothes," Harry said softly as he focused back on her. He took the hem of his shirt in his hands and began to lift, dragging the soft cotton up and off of her body. Her arms tangled ineffectively for a moment but eventually she was standing shirtless before him. He let his eyes linger for a particularly long moment, his lips tugging into a satisfied smirk.
His fingers danced along the waistband of her knickers before slipping under, gripping the sides and dragging them over her hips. He crouched smoothly as he pulled them down her legs, letting them pool at her feet. He was at just the right height to suck a love bite into her right hipbone. Piper nearly fell over, gripping onto his shoulder hard for balance.
Disappointingly, he rose to his feet once more and manhandled her toward the shower. He offered her a hand as she lifted her sore legs over the edge of her old-fashioned tub. Usually she loved the deep tub, perfect for soaking. Right now, she was cursing it.
She let out a sigh of ecstasy as the hot water ran over her body. It was so soothing on her sore muscles that she imagined she could just stand here for the rest of the day if it would make her feel this good. She was already trying to figure out how she was going to muster the energy to raise her arms to wash her hair when the shower curtain drew back once more. A moment later, Harry's naked body was pressed flush against hers.
"Hope you don't mind if I join you," he murmured into her ear as his hands ran over the slick skin of her waist, drifting upward until he was cupping her breasts.
She responded by circling her hips, pressing her arse firmly against his hard cock. "I was hoping you would join me."
"We're always on the same page, aren't we petal?" Harry's hands left her body for a moment as he reached for the bottle of shower gel sitting on the edge of the tub. He took a few seconds to lather the soap into suds in his hands and then his palms were pressed flat to her abdomen. He began to rub them, kneading his fingers into the sore muscles every so often. Piper let out a groan that was practically erotic at how good that felt.
Harry's hands roamed over her body possessively as she stood very still, letting him have free access. She let her eyes drift shut, focusing on the feel of Harry's rough hands on her smooth skin, on the scent of apples from her body wash. When his hand cupped her breast, his thumb slicking across her nipple, Piper moaned.
"Want a little more?" Harry asked her smoothly, his voice quiet in her ear. His other hand drifted from her arm over her shoulder, his thumb digging into a tight muscle there. "Want a little bit of fun?"
"God, yes," she sighed as she jammed her hips back again, hoping Harry got the picture.
He did something different though, the hand on her shoulder sliding slowly down her slick body and around her hip until his fingers were teasing over her abdomen. She gasped when his hand slid down further, two fingers running firmly over her slit, teasing her open. She was wet from the water but also wet from her own excitement and when Harry's fingers slid down easily, he chuckled into the crook of her neck. "So hot for me, aren't you petal?"
"You have no idea," she panted out as his lips latched onto her neck. She was going to be covered in love bites, she just knew it. Harry had an obsession with seeing her skin marked up. Though they'd only had sex that night and morning two weeks ago, she'd had bruises ever since. Even if Harry was only stopping in to see her at work, he found some way to subtly mark her as his. It probably should have worried her. Instead it made her so hot for him.
"You're always so ready for me," he muttered into her ear. She hitched a breath as his fingers circled her clit quite suddenly. Harry was never one for the slow build or beating around the bush. He was into the hard and fast. "Have you been thinking about me, these last couple of weeks? Of our night together."
So many more times than she was willing to admit. "Maybe," she said instead, hoping to tease him a bit in return.
"I bet you have," he whispered as his fingers slid down and right up into her. Piper huffed a breath as she leaned back into him, her legs complete jelly beneath her. He began to drag his fingers out slowly, pressing them inside her until she was mewling. With a chuckle, he began to increase his pace, thumbing her clit as he pumped his fingers.
Piper was panting, one hand reaching out to press on the wall to steady herself, the other drifting up to the breast Harry wasn't currently holding to tug at her nipple. Harry groaned, thrusting his hips forward so his cock pressed into her hip. "You look so sexy when you play with yourself, petal."
"Oh fuck, I'm almost there," Piper told him, throwing her head back against his shoulder. Harry sped up his fingers, his other hand drifting down to rub her clit. Just as he slid a third finger into her, she exploded, crying out loud enough that the whole street outside probably heard her. Harry's hand slowed down a bit, drawing out her orgasm as he suckled on the skin of her neck. The hand on her clit shifted upward so he was holding her around the abdomen, keeping her upright as her legs wobbled beneath her.
"You're so fucking hot when you come," he growled into her ear as he manipulated her body, turning her around so she was facing him. His arms came around her back immediately, pulling her close enough that his cock bumped up against her stomach, thick and throbbing.
"Shit," Piper swore, letting her forehead drop against his sternum as she tried to catch her breath. "I forgot how good that felt."
"It's about to get a whole lot better." Harry gyrated his hips, angling his cock so it slid between her parted legs and rubbed in all the right places. Piper was more than ready to have him inside her, to have him filling her up once more but there was something she wanted to do first.
"You've been so good to me," she breathed out as she slowly slid down into a crouch, her hands running a trail down his chest to either side of his prominent erection. "I want to return the favour."
Harry's hand landed on her shoulder, keeping her firmly in place as he eyed her. "Piper, you don't have to do this."
She honestly couldn't believe sometimes that he was such a gentleman. In every other relationship she had (if you could call them relationships), this had been expected if she wanted an orgasm as well. None of her other boyfriends had gone down on her without her doing it first. Harry was the only man who had ever thought of her pleasure first without having selfish reasons for it. He amazed her sometimes.
She answered his concern by sliding her hand over his groin and wrapping it around the base of his cock firmly. "I want to do this."
"Then don't let me stop you, petal," Harry said with a naughty smirk as the hold he had on her shoulder turned into a caress.
Piper was a little nervous, to be totally honest. It had been a while since she had done this, and something about Harry seemed so worldly and experienced compared to herself. She had no doubt that Harry had found his happy ending with any number of women before her. She wanted to impress him.
Based on the sound he made when she licked from where her fingers fisted around him, right up to the tip, she didn't have anything to worry about. His hand on her shoulder rubbed back and forth gently in a delicate caress which only spurred Piper on.
Piper sucked the head of Harry's cock into her mouth, her lips spread perfectly around the girth. She bobbed down, her tongue flat against the underside of Harry's shaft and she delighted in the strangled groan Harry made. She began to move up and down on his cock, circling the head with her tongue when she came back up. When she glanced up, Harry's eyes were focused on where they joined and it made Piper's lips turn up around her mouthful.
She went back down, taking Harry farther into her mouth until she felt the head bump her throat and she found herself coughing. Embarrassed, Piper pulled back quickly and took a couple of deep breaths in through her nose.
"Take it slow, petal," Harry coached, the hand on her shoulder drifting up to fist into her hair gently. He leaned his other hand on the wall to keep his balance, and Piper took a little pride in the fact that she had him a little unsettled. "There's no rush," he added as his fingers pressed into her scalp. Piper's cheeks felt hot but Harry looked supportive and she couldn't bring herself to be embarrassed anymore.
"Let me try again," she murmured, her lips wrapping around the head once more. She lowered herself slowly, breathing through her nose as best as she could. When she got down as far as she could manage, she pumped her fisted hand up the rest of the way before sucking hard, her cheeks hollowing.
"Yes," Harry sighed out as he closed his eyes and let his head tilt back blissfully. "That's it."
His hand tightened in her hair but it wasn't a possessive motion, or a domineering one. Instead, it made her feel connected to him even more intimately. His fingers tangled into her wet hair, cupping her skull gently in almost a caress. Piper rewarded him by drawing back, running her tongue along the bottom edge of his cock.
Experimentally, Piper reached up to palm his balls, her other hand pumping his shaft as she suckled on the head of his cock. She felt him thrust forward automatically, his hips jerking almost on their own, and she only managed to draw her head back in time for her not to choke again. "Shit, Piper," Harry muttered, chewing on his bottom lip, "I'm close."
"That's okay," she murmured back, pumping her hand on his cock.
"No," Harry said authoritatively as he removed his hand from the wall and shoved it under her armpit, yanking her upward. She scrambled to get her footing as he used his immense strength to drag her back to her feet. "I want you, Piper," he growled as he pulled her up flush against him. "I want to fuck you."
"Then what are you waiting for?"
Harry groaned as he scanned her body. "I don't have anything."
It took Piper's sex-addled brain a moment for her to realize what he was talking about. He didn't have a condom. Well, of course not. He hadn't been expecting to stay over and they were in the shower for God's sake. Unfortunately, she didn't have anything either.
It took a lot of trust for her to say what she did next. "I'm on the pill," she told him, her cheeks flushing just talking about her contraceptive. She felt like a teenager again, losing her virginity. Except this felt a lot more real than her first fumbled introduction to sex.
"I'm clean," Harry said a little too quickly.
"Did you just happen to be tested?" she asked, frowning a little. She didn't like the implication behind that.
"It's part of my required medical testing every time I return to the UK from overseas."
"Maybe I don't want to know the answer," Piper muttered as she scowled at the swallow tattoo on his right pectoral, "but is there a reason that MI6 thinks it's necessary to test for STIs every time you leave the country?"
"Standard protocol, I promise," Harry said with a stupid grin on his face. Like he didn't understand that this was no joke to her. "Anyways, why would I sample something new while I was away when I knew I had something I liked waiting for me back at home?"
Piper couldn't help her Cheshire cat grin at that, leaning over to mouth a kiss against Harry's left shoulder. "Good answer, Agent Styles."
"Do I need to ask if you're clean?"
"Don't insult me," Piper scoffed. Did she need to remind him about all the dickheads she had dated about a hundred years ago and her near vow of (involuntary) celibacy she had been part of since she had moved back to London? "Why don't you just fuck me instead?"
"Don't need to tell me twice, petal." Harry very firmly took her by the shoulders and spun her around, pressing her into the wall. His two hands took hers and guided them until her palms were flat at shoulder height. He let his long fingers run down her forearms once her hands were secure where they were, and then took a moment to brush her long red hair over the shoulder opposite to the direction her head was turned, giving him a perfect view of her face. "That's more like it."
"Oh fuck," she swore when she felt him rubbing the tip of his cock through her wet slit, lingering at her entrance. "Just get on with it."
"Let's not rush things," Harry chastised gently as he continued to tease her. "We have all the time in the world."
Piper opened her mouth to retort but Harry effectively stripped her of the ability to speak by angling just right and pushing himself up into her right to the hilt. She cried out, pressing her cheek into the cold tile wall as she tried to catch her breath. "That's perfect," she gasped out as Harry dropped his lips down to her neck, placing a hot open-mouthed kiss there.
"You flatter me," Harry chuckled into her skin before withdrawing his hips, pulling nearly all the way out before pushing himself right back in. He began a rhythm of hard, fast thrusts that were making her squeak unattractively as he hit that spot in her every single time.
"Shit, shit, shit," she chimed out as she arched her back, her sensitive nipples pressed to the cool tile and making all sorts of crazy feelings burn up inside her.
"You have such a dirty mouth," Harry moaned into her ear as he grabbed her hips possessively, using them to pull her back onto his cock and increasing the sensation. "I loved watching it around my cock."
"More," was all Piper could manage to get out as she panted for breath. She could feel another glorious orgasm building and she wanted it so fucking bad.
Harry bent his knees a bit and the angle was indescribable, filling her completely and allowing him to bottom out in her. The pressure was delectable and Piper could feel the blood rushing from her head. She closed her eyes against the light-headedness and focused on how good the rest of her felt. Still, she was coming up just the smallest bit short. "More, please," she cried as Harry's thrusts got more erratic, a sign he was close to finishing.
One of his hands circled her hip and then it was sliding down to her clit. He pressed down and then began to rub furiously. Piper gasped as the tightness that had coiled within her burst and she came hard on his cock. She felt completely weightless for a moment, like she had lost all feeling in her limbs. Harry was thrusting a bit slower now, helping her to draw out the incredible orgasm.
It ebbed a bit and she pressed her head to the cool tile to try and get her wits back. She could feel her legs wobbling with each powerful thrust that Harry made. She didn't know how much longer she would be able to stand.
"Fuck," Harry groaned into her shoulder before his hips jerked up and held there. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her and she squeezed down on it, making Harry gasp. He made a few shallow thrusts before finally pulling out, the last couple spurts landing on her thigh instead.
Harry's body sagged down to surround hers, his hands running up the tiled wall until they covered hers, the palm of his hand to the back of her hand, their fingers meshing together. His forehead landed on the back of her neck and she could feel the little puffs of his breath heating up her cool skin. She was pretty sure it was only his substantial body size keeping her from sliding right down into the tub.
"Shit, that was so hot," Harry said into the skin of her neck. Piper couldn't manage anything but a hum of agreement. "You still with me, petal? Still conscious?" She murmured out an indistinguishable sound that made Harry chuckle. "I'll take that as a no."
It took a bit of time for her head to come back to her. Harry got his legs back long before she did and she felt his body lifting off of hers. Thank God he had the foresight to take her hips roughly in his hands or she would have just tumbled sideways and probably cracked her head open. He directed her useless feet, one hand on her waist protectively, until her head was under the spray from the shower. He spun her around before she started drowning, yanking her forward so just her hair was under the water. "Let's get you cleaned up," he said gently as his hand rubbed along her thigh where he had finished himself off.
She let Harry do what he wanted for the most part. He ran his hands through her tangled red strands, tugging them into submission a bit before he reached for the shampoo. He massaged the apple scented suds into her long locks gently, his fingertips digging into her scalp to get the best clean. As he guided her hair under the water once more, running his long fingers through to get the shampoo out, Piper found her voice once more and said, "wow."
Harry laughed brightly as he pulled her a step out of the spray, reaching for the conditioner on the side of the tub. "Glad you're back with me, petal. Now turn around for a bit."
Piper did as she was told, picking up feet that felt like lead and maneuvering until her back was to Harry. She felt his fingers run from root to tips of her hair, pulling the conditioner through the mass. His hands fisted around the strands, running the cream through until all of it was covered. "I feel like my brain shut off," she added when she felt Harry's hands leave her hair. The problem seemed worse when he was touching her.
"I think, for you, that's a good thing sometimes." His hands moved her around so he could slip past and stick his own head under the shower. "You think a little bit too much."
Piper wasn't thinking of anything now except how much she wanted to touch his curly head. So she did, sticking her fingers into the mess and gently combing through the tangles. To her surprise, Harry purred like a fucking cat, his eyes slipping shut as a look of bliss crossed his face. "Let me do you now," she said to him as she reached for the shampoo. She lathered it between her hands and then lifted her hands to rub the shampoo into his curls.
"You're too tall," she pouted as her arms revolted against this much activity. She had forgotten for a moment how sore she was (being thoroughly fucked against the wall could do that) but she was beginning to remember again.
Harry cracked one eye open as he grinned at her. He bent his knees dramatically until their heads were at equal heights and he had to hold onto her waist to keep his balance. She glanced down and saw how his thigh muscles bulged with the effort and had to swallow past the lump in her throat. It was taking everything in her not to throw her leg around his hip and jump on his cock again. "How's this?" he asked.
"Better," she told him as she gave him a proper head message. He looked happier than she had ever seen him as she dug her fingers in at the base of his skull. "There, now wash it out."
He did as he had been told, standing up properly and tilting his head back so the hot water ran over his longish hair. It straightened out when it was wet and it nearly touched his back with the way he was leaning. Normally, long hair on a guy was kind of weird in Piper's opinion, but Harry's curls that came just past his ears did something primal to Piper's appraisal system.
"Do you condition?" she asked him as she held up the bottle.
"Have you seen my hair?" he retorted as he reached for it. "Of course I condition." He squirted some of the cream into his hands and then began to run it through his curls. "Hmm," he hummed appreciatively as he smiled down at her, "I'm going to smell like you for the rest of the day. It's going to be bloody hell to keep my hands off you."
"Don't keep them off on my account," Piper shot back, biting her lip as a cheeky grin tried to take over her face. Harry shot his hands out to tickle her sides as punishment and he only just managed to catch her before her foot slipped out from under her.
"See?" he said as he switched their places, letting her wash the conditioner out. "What did I tell you about being uncoordinated?"
"What can I say?" Piper said with a shrug, reaching up to squeeze the last bit of conditioner from her hair before switching places with him again. "I lose my head around you."
"That's what I like to hear." Harry's voice rumbled between them as he leaned in to force a bruising kiss onto her unsuspecting lips. She eagerly pressed up against him, raising onto her toes and using his shoulders as a base. When his tongue snuck into her mouth, she touched the tip with her own, meeting him move for move.
He forced her back off of him after moment, reaching behind him to shut off the nozzle on the shower head. The water cut off, the last couple of drips landing on Harry's back. "We're going to be prunes if we stay in here any longer," he told her as he held her hand up to his face, kissing her wrinkled fingertips gently. "Plus, I do believe I owed you some ice cream."