The Strings Being Pulled

Ch 49

Slightly suggestive content ahead.

It's boring when I can't talk with Mr Demon. He's in the shower and I'm all alone with nothing to do. It'd be way better to just shower with him...wait, what the fuck am I thinking? Sweet nature...guess I'll just wait a few more minutes, it's so boring just being here. I want to talk with him, he's so smart sometimes and has interesting things to say. It's like you're talking with a walking encyclopedia.

Though my brain gets fried sometimes, I'm not as smart as him. How did he even become my boyfriend? What made him even like me in the first place? I don't think there's anything that special for him to like me other than the fact I've always been told that I look good...the lock to the bathroom clicks and he comes out wearing a simple t-shirt and sweatpants. His hair is wet, it looks so...no, I feel stupid for finding that hot but it's just...

"Liza?" Harry turns his head to me. "You look bored out of your mind."
"Because I am, there's nothing to do." I mutter. "And you were taking ages in the shower."
"So in other words, you missed me?" he raises an eyebrow.
"W-what, no...!" my face starts heating up. "Well uhm..."
"Just spit it, not as if I'll judge you." a small laugh comes out and he's beside me on the bed in a second. "Missed you too."

Why am I so flustered over that!? Is it that hard for me to just be honest with him? I look away, but he pulls my head against his shoulder with his arm wrapped around me. He feels so warm, it's like a warm thick blanket. I haven't been this comfortable with my exes, they were all just fucking around and tried to pressure me to have sex with them in high school but I was scared each time. The thought of it makes me wanna throw up but atleast with Harry, he just looks like he genuinely wants to be with me.

If I'm ever gonna have sex, then I'd want it to be with him but it's not as if I really need it. Everything else about him is enough. Why'd sweet nature give him such a bad life when he's such a good person...? Arsonist aside, it's not as if he knew about the outside world so much but he's still the best person I've ever met. Why do I keep getting flustered around him? Sure he's a tease and all but still.

Wish that I could've met him earlier...he hasn't ever dated anyone before but he's so good at being respectful and everything. It's probably thanks to Asher and his mom, he always looks happy talking about them like when I talk about him, with Anna. I think I have a crush on my own boyfriend. There's something wet that falls on my neck, it's cold, is it from his hair? Maybe he didn't dry it properly.

"Aren't you gonna dry your hair?" I ask, looking up at him.
"I forgot, I'll get a towel and fix it." he answers and looks at his hair.
"Mmh, I wanna do it..." I state. "You always do it so roughly, shouldn't you be more gentle with your hair?"
"I don't know much about taking care of my hair so go ahead, leaving it to you." he replies, giving me a kiss before I get up.

I go into the bathroom, the mirror is foggy and there's a damp gray towel on the counter. Guess I'll just use the towel I usually use, it's white and isn't that rough, it's actually softer. I walk out and he's still sitting on the bed, waiting for me. Why does he look so good no matter what he does...I walk over to him and he leans his head forward for me. His horns are really spiky, why do demons even have them along with their tail?

All I know is that atleast for angels, our halos are there to help us navigate in the night when we're flying and have wings for obvious reasons, mother nature was straightforward with that one. Maybe Mr Demon knows, he always knows things. I put the towel on his hand and start drying it gently, his hair is so cold. I just gently rub the towel on his hair, it doesn't really take long to dry it to the point it's just damp anymore.

"Thanks, you did a nice job." Harry smiles.
"...Oh, no problem...!" I blush, putting away the towel, what's wrong with me?
"You're cute when you blush but I don't think you'd blush that easily." he states.
"I don't know why either!" I half yell. "You just feel too good for me..."
"Same could be said with you." he chuckles. "Mind leaning down a bit, I want to try something."

What's he gonna do? Eh, whatever, it's probably not much so I lean down towards him. There's something mischievous in his eyes yet also a bit seductive...his hand moves the back of my head and kisses me against lips. That's unexpected but it feels good, I kind of want more...it feels so nice for some reason, different to all other kisses. He's more passionate about this one.

I respond back as he pulls me against him so I'm straddling on his lap. It doesn't feel like he's teasing me here, I open my mouth and he pushes his tongue in. Both of our tongues dance together, it feels hot in here but I want more. We both eventually pull out once we start losing air, both of us are breathing heavily but he suddenly kisses me again. It's more rough and passionate but it feels good. Can't we take it a little further...? I want more of it.

We keep going like this, small moans start coming out of me and his hand slips under my shirt. Both my hands are wrapped around his neck, we're breathing heavily. Both of us pull out again, it's so hot in here, his face is bit red but it's not that noticeable. He kisses my neck, a gasp comes out of me but it feels surprisingly good, really good. Wonder how much further we can go...

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Future editor me here, this chapter was rewritten like a year later so the writing style is probably way more different than compared to the other chapters. I still kept the idea but just made it less cringy? I cringed so hard I rewrote this in 30 minutes.

The moment the writing finishes, I'll have so much rewriting to do, fuck my life.