This Relationship of Ours (+Extras)

mia challenges harry to a game of 8 ball*

hello! it's been a hot minute!

to celebrate "this relationship of ours" reaching 100k reads (!!!!!!!) here's a blurb about them during their dom/sub days in which mia challenges harry to a game of 8 Ball.

warnings: this is super smutty. obviously. we're talking about mia and harry here.

6k words, and as always, happy reading! and thank you for loving harry and mia as much as i have loved writing for them since 2018!

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and yes, i'm posting it 12 hours earlier on wattpad because i love you guys more and i'm impatient. did you miss me? ;)
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Mia's staring at the room across from the indoor pool, leaning against the front desk as Harry checks himself into the hotel. He's already sent all his bags to her room, and he's now in a heated conversation with the woman at the front desk explaining how he had his bags delivered and he himself is checking into a room that Mia's already occupied.

She glances at him, his tie loosened and the top two buttons of his dress shirt unfastened. He looked very handsome in his suit at the dinner party. Her eyes didn't leave him once. Now, he leans against the desk, his voice low as he continues to say, "I understand, but the reservation also has my name on it. Not only hers."

It's 11 at night, late for a check in, and she can tell the woman at the desk is tired, maybe even a little frustrated. It makes sense when the woman finally stops typing and pulls out a post, scribbling Harry's information onto it. "For some reason, it's not showing on my screen, but I will write this down and have the manager check it once she's in in the morning."

Mia offers the woman a smile, both a thankful and apologetic one. Harry nods too.

Before they can walk away, Harry's new key card in his hand, Mia stops at the desk herself and says, "Hi. Sorry. Is the lounge open?"

The woman glances at the area Mia was intently looking at earlier. "We usually lock it after 10 unless someone requests to use it beforehand. Otherwise, it's open until 3am."

"Is anyone going to use it?"

The woman opens up a binder and flips to the schedules. "Doesn't look like it. Would you like to reserve it?"

"Yes please. For right now."

She takes down their information and then hands a keychain to Mia, who eagerly takes it with a smile. "Thank you! Goodnight."

Mia turns back to her dominant and loops her arm through his, offering him the same smile. He curiously watches her as she steers him towards the room. "I'm not very tired, sir," she tells him once out of earshot. "Are you?"

"Not exactly," Harry answers, taking the key from her. "Why do you have that look on your face?"

Once they stop at the room, Harry pushes the key into the lock and swiftly unlocks it, using his forearm to open the door, gently pushing her inside. To her delight, Harry locks the door behind her.

He leans against it, looking around the room disapprovingly, obviously annoyed at the open blinds in this small room. He pushes himself off the door and then goes around to each glass side to shut the blinds. Mia watches him, tapping her foot.

"Alright," Harry says once he's finished. "What do you want from me?"

"What do I want from you?" Mia asks innocently. Her gaze moves from his towering figure to the pool table in the middle of the room. She bites the inside of her cheek, in thought. "Do you know how to play?"