Privileged Murder

Thirty Nine

We woke up late the following morning, with Harry wrapped around my body as I slowly prized him away from the land of sleep and into the land of the living. I had big plans for the day, well I say big, but its really just swimming and hopefully sex in the pool if I play my cards right, but it turns out that Harry has plans of his own which I had no idea about, so it comes as a complete shock when Harry turns to me during breakfast

"Wanna go and shoot something?"

I nearly dropped my spoon back into my bowl of cornflakes "Sorry- what?"

He rolled his eyes sarcastically at my reaction "There's this range 'round the corner that I sometimes go to when I'm here, I know you haven't done much shooting apart from a shotgun when we used to go hunting but I'm sure you'll pick it up quite quickly when I show you" I chose not to mention that I probably shoot more than he does on a regular basis "So... whatcha say?"

"Um.. yeah sure, could be fun"

He noticed my slight hesitation "Did you have something else that you wanted to do?"

I shook my head "Nah, not really. Fancied a swim but that was about it"

He finished up his food and moved to put the empty plate into the sink, coming to stand behind me when he was finished and wrapped his arms around my neck, resting his head on my shoulder "We could always do that when we get back" I hummed and turned my head ever so slightly so I was able to press a chaste kiss to his cheek "I'm going to go and get dressed, be down in a minute?"

"Do you have to?"

He barked out a laugh "What! Get dressed?"

"I don't particularly see the problem of you never getting dressed and only ever wearing my suit shirt and nothing else" I swivelled around in the barstool and linked my legs around his hips "But then again, don't want everyone seeing what's mine. Do we?"

"You're so fucking possessive"

"Yes. Your point? Have you seen yourself? Worth everything" His cheeks reddened and he dropped his gaze from my eyes "Hey..." I raised his head back to me with a finger under his chin "You're fucking gorgeous"

He leant down and pressed a small kiss to my lips "So's your arse"

All I could do was laugh, it was the last thing I thought he would say but can't say I shouldn't have expected it "I'm trying to be all sweet and romantic and you're talking about my arse"

"Why wouldn't I?" He reached his arms around to grope at my arse "So fuckable, and I would..." he trailed off and tried to avoid my eye-line again

"Yeah well" I unlinked my legs from his waist and jumped off of the barstool, sliding past him with my empty plate in hand to place in the sink and making my way behind him when I had finished. He hadn't moved yet but followed my movements with his eyes, confused and wondering what is going through my head, I tried my best not to laugh because his confused face was always cute "We'll see"

He whipped his head round to look at me after hearing my words, mouth hung open after his jaw practically dropped onto the floor - his face right now was far more amusing than it was a few minutes ago - eyes comically wide and pupils bursting. I winked over my shoulder as I walked out of the kitchen and up the staircase, deliberately putting a spring in my step and a shake in my hips, knowing that Harry would be watching me from his stationary position right where I left him. Turns out, my calculations were slightly incorrect. He wasn't watching me from where I left him, he was following my every step up the stairs and was now standing directly behind me, his hands gripped my hips and pulled my body back into his.