One Plus One

Chapter Forty-Five

Warning : SOME SMUT

After being effortlessly carried up the stairs by Harry, I was left to run the bath. I could hear Harry milling about in my bedroom. There was the odd rustle of drawers opening and closing, and the creaking of my wardrobe door. As soon as I began to approach, the door was slammed shut and my bed squeaked. As sign of Harry trying to act casual. I peered at him curiously. He was sitting on his hands and looking around the room suspiciously.

"Stand up."

"Uh..." Harry mumbled whilst fidgeting.

"Stand up."

Whatever he had hold of, he clutched tighter and hid it behind his back as he stood. His emerald eyes held a mischievous glint as I neared him.

"Let me see." I asked, holding out my hand.

A smirk then graced Harry's beautiful lips. His arm was raised and in his hand dangled a pair of my lace knickers.

"I love these. When were you planning on wearing them for me?"

He waved them about in the air as I tried, unsuccessfully to grab them. The red that my cheeks were turning was soon bound to match the colour of the underwear. Harry's raspy laugh echoed around my bedroom as I jumped to grab them, my height yet again proving to be a disadvantage.

"You can have them back if you promise to wear them for me one night."

"I will not be blackmailed."

Harry encroached on me, dropping the lace to the floor and pulling me into him. I let out a sharp gasp as he pushed are bodies together, my legs pushing against the foot of my bed. He began to nip at the skin of my neck making my skin tingle. Harry then harshly sucked, teeth grazing the skin. A current began to race through my body as he massaged his lips over the newly sensitive area, wanting him to go further than a love bite, something he'd marked me with many times before.

Harry pulled away from me, inspecting the mark he had just inflicted upon me with a satisfied smile.

"You know what would make that look even sexier?...That underwear."

"Maybe you'll get lucky." I teased, thinking about the sentence in terms of myself too. I knew the capability Harry's lips had, and the thought alone had my heart racing.

Before Harry could kiss me again, I slipped from his hold and walked towards the bathroom, turning off the taps and slipping out of my clothes. I climbed into the bathtub and my skin instantly tingled from the warmth hitting it. It wasn't long before I heard Harry's bare feet padding along the carpet towards the bathroom. He'd already took the opportunity to strip off in my room.

"Damn, I was hoping for a striptease." I joked.

"Some other time."

I expected Harry to climb in the other side but I gasped as he pushed me forwards, giving himself room to slip in behind me. He encouraged me back into him as the warm water engulfed more of our bare skin. Harry's larger hand searched out mine beneath the bubbles. He began to play with my finger tips before his hands hit a place that made me wince and jumped against him.

"Sorry, angel."

He lifted my wrists from the water, inspecting the new damage I had done not too long before.

"I wish you wouldn't do this to yourself."

"I don't even realise I'm doing it until I break the skin."

"It looks sore."

"They are. They haven't been able to heal."

"I'm sorry, angel."