Anarchy Ladder - {H.S} au

Chapter 26 - Organized Crime

Song : Highway Tune by Greta Van Fleet

Lennon

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"Try something different likeee?" I tilted my head at him as he adjusted me in the water, my legs tightening around his hips once again.

"You, kiss me this time, bad things happen when I kiss you," his grip around my waist tightened as I watched his tongue run against his bottom lip. "So kiss me, like you mean it."

I wasn't so sure about this, and I was very confident that he would regret it. He doesn't say it, but his actions afterwards always proves that he knew, deep down he had made a mistake kissing me, touching me, breathing the same breath as me.

"Harry, I don't know about that," my voice was merely a whisper, and I could still taste the red wine lingering on my tongue. It's a funny thing, it's like a sign. Whenever I taste the bitter sweet taste of liquor in my mouth, it constantly remind me of bad decisions.

"Lennon fuckin Skyes, fuckin kiss me already."

And just like that, he tells me to jump and I ask how high. I'm not necessarily sure if I like that Harry had this gruelling power over me. You look at him and you just see a kid, a dumb kid with floppy hair and tattoos that look like he got a toddler to draw all over him. He looks nothing like authority, nothing like superior but yet, he still manages to coerce me every single time.

All he had to say was fuckin kiss me already, and my lips parted for him willingly. His fingers bit at my waist at the feeling of my lips against his. Before I even knew it, he had backed us up against the siding of the hot tub, my back pressed tightly against the smooth porcelain leaving no room for escape, almost as if this is exactly where I belong, pressed against him.

He groaned into my mouth, our tongues slowly circling each other's as my thighs squeezed his hips so tightly that I was scared I was hurting him, but he doesn't seem to care because his fingers only dug into my sides harder.

It feels like I'm here but also not at the same time, like my mind is else where while my body is merged with his. I can't help but to think, overthink when it comes to any act of intimacy with Harry, because I know he's just not ready. But there's nothing wrong with having fun is there? Like he said before in his own words kiss and fuck, no strings attached.

I quickly shot out of my thoughts when I felt him grab under my thighs, hoisting me up out of the hot water to where my ass came into contact with the cool ledge. His lips never left mine though as he slowly began to kiss along the side of my jaw, my neck, my shoulder blade, groaning and humming against my skin.

"You win Skyes," he muttered against my shoulder as his lips dragged down against it.

"I win? Win what?" I breathed out, confusion in my tone as I glanced down towards him, his face directly in front of my chest as his hands squeezed my upper thighs.

He didn't respond, instead he just breathed out a sigh, resting his damp forehead against my chest. I wish I could stay here forever just in this moment. I don't think I've felt a sense of peace like this in so long.

"Earth to twerp, what do you mean by that?" I tilted my head at him but he just chewed against his bottom lip, as if he was trying to find the right words.

"Wait shhhh, do you hear that?" His gaze shot up to meet my own and at this point, all I can hear are the jets whirring around in the hot tub. "No seriously you hear that right?"

He startled the living hell out of me when he suddenly shot out of the water, causing it to splash me in the face. His head whipped around his shoulder as he stared out beyond the back yard with so much intensity in his eyes.