pretty baby // h.s

18 | so sweet.

warning: contains sexually explicit material.

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a.

he had an amused look on his face when he heard my request. i stared back at him innocently. i acted as if i didn't say anything and smoothed my dress, pretending to pick at loose threads on the hem. my heart was pounding against my chest—i was waiting to see what he would say.

"now why's that?" his voice was like silk, smooth and cool, though i could tell he was pleased with what i had asked.

i let out an exaggerated sigh, "oh if you must know.. it's my birthday today."

a surprised look came onto his face, though it was subtle—i almost missed it. he then turned to franklin and nodded his head, silently instructing him to go. the car began to move and harry turned his attention back to me.

"i was given permission to stay a day longer to celebrate with my papa, but.. i forgot to tell him. so now he's gone and left me by my lonesome. i thought i'd better spend the day with you since i didn't want to be alone.. but i would be going back to him of course," i carried on happily, explaining to him my little plan with a smile.

"well," he started, "if he's left you by yourself thinking you'd go back home.. then i'm sure he wouldn't mind if you just stayed the night with me, hm?" he said lowly, his eyes looking intensely into mine.

i instantly froze at what he said and blushed. is he being serious? asking me to stay the night? like at his house? the thought has never crossed my mind.

"oh- uh, i uh-," i stammered, my once confident composure soon began to quickly fall.

"i'll let you make your decision once the time comes," he looked away, hiding the smirk that creeped its way onto his lips.

i huffed in response and turned away, looking out the window to conceal the obvious blush on my cheeks.

but he only moved closer to me. soon enough our thighs were touching and he reached out to hold my hand.

his hand engulfed mine, holding a loose grip—i could pull away if i wanted to, but i didn't. he was always so gentle with me, something that rarely happens with men. my thumb traced small, slow circles on the back of his hand. they were cold against my own warmth, but i enjoyed the coolness against my skin.

"you're always so touchy with me," i giggle quietly, now turning back to him.

"would you like me to move away?" he questioned, but i only shook my head.

"no, i like it," i admitted and smiled.

"good. i like touching you. you're warm and.. soft," he said with a thoughtful look.

"soft? what, am i kitten?" i asked teasingly.

"perhaps. you're my kitten," he grinned.

i let out a gentle laugh, though unsure of what to make of the pet name. i did like it but i brushed it off. harry was peculiar, but we came from two different worlds, so i didn't dwell on it too much.

"can we have some lunch when we arrive? i haven't eaten yet," i carried off, hoping he would say yes.

"yes of course. tabitha should be in the house somewhere, but once we arrive, i'll have to go to my office to finish up some work—i wasn't expecting any company, so i apologize if the house is unkempt," he let me know.

"oh! i'm sorry, i feel bad now. i didn't mean to take you away from work or interrupt your day," i frowned, suddenly feeling foolish about going to his home.