Sabrina, beyond names

Part 4 : She and ari

Harry took Sativa's hand, and hurried into the lobby of the hotel which left her awestruck. Her jaw agape, she took in her lavish surroundings. 

"The penthouse suite is waiting for you, sir."

Before they knew it, the bellboy had taken them to the end of a corridor and to a set of doors as wide as the late Queen Victoria. " Sachet had remarked on the relatively average width of the doors- "They look very scrumptious."

"You look more scrumptious," Harry remarked with a smirk.

They opened the doors with a whoosh, revealing a hotel suite, suited to the taste of a fatter, older and whiter gentleman. White furniture with embellishments of gold was dotted around, including a bed of royal size and design. On the covers was a small plate- a sugar-glazed donut.

"Seychelles..."Harry was tearful as he uttered her name. She felt something drop, perhaps this smooth and suave exterior that oozed out of every crevice... Maybe not all crevices, she has yet to dispute this theory. There was a powdery softness that fell upon them both; this was the time to maybe share some intimate secret of the soul before the inevitable dicking down.

"Harry, tell me what's bothering you, you don't have to play the big strong alpha male for me..."

Look South Carolina, while I did intend to treat you we must go. We shall go to my house in England ... You see, we aren't safe here. "

"Seems logical enough" Submarine remarked blankly. They head down to the lobby and call for a taxi to the airport.

"Isn't using a taxi a bit redundant?" She remarks and gets lost in her train of thought," Can't we just whoosh over there with ur powers? We would get there in a second or less, surely we could run all the way to the Uk? It would take a minute or so at the most if i got the feeling right, and it's so much better for the environme-" Harry has enough of her newfound lip and interupts her. "My precious Soggy, i can move at the speed of fucking sound. Nor very normal looking now is it?"

"No."

There really was something about Harry that had dropped. Sat on opposite chairs and far apart she now noticed that there was now a thick and awkward tension looming between them. He is always so unfazed, always knows exactly what to say yet that cool calm ari stoyles was gone. She looks at his hand before grabbing it and sees it shake. He's terrified.

"Harry, give me your hand." He drops the shutters on his window, his eyes soften slightly and he obliges.

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His house was more modest in comparison with the hotel. It was a narrow but tall townhouse; dark furniture, warm spotlights and soft rounded rugs. She felt poor and starstruck by all the hardwood. She hoped this theme would carry on towards the end of the night, preferably for at least a minute. A part of her was relieved the Trumpian taste in hotels hadn't carried over into his preference in interior design.

 Harry turns to her as they enter the kitchen and the familiar smile was back.  He teases her on her reaction and pours wine into two glasses.

"Darling, I just have to apologise for my behaviour back in Botswana. I feel like since buying you from your mother at an auction we have grown unspeakably close, closer than I would have ever expected." He swirled his glass with a furrow in his brow before taking a hearty sip.

"Pls don't apologise, I want to know what scared you so! I am so worried, precisley bc i feel the same way, Ari. I'm not like other girls who want u bc you are a celebrity, have a fabulous house ,magical powers and these sexy long arms . I feel like our souls are becoming one."  Harry puts down his glass with control and smirks. "I'm glad you feel the same way." He slides the other wine glass towards her and continues,

"This is going to sound hard to believe, but I have been very unlucky in love in the past. This particular ex partner i had to break it off as they were becoming increasingly controlling but our occupation forced me to keep them around. They were always very obvious with the fact that they were not over me and follows me to this day, acting all chummy... I figured out that they were close when we arrived in our hotel room and completely freaked out. I'm sorry for having to get you involved. I'm afraid that they might hurt to get to me."

"Harry... I would have never guessed, we need to do something about this! I really want to make sure you feel safe, so let's stay here for now."

"You don't need to worry yourself about fixing my problems. You are so small and petite you can barely hold a Nokia without getting tired. You are far too delicate to start acting like a vigilante on my behalf. But you sounding all assertive like that is really attractive."

Skoda Octavia blushes, turns away. He knew exactly what he was doing. She figures her fragility  gives him something to protect and distract him from his own helplessness. She should say nothing, distract him for now. Harry puts his hand on her warm cheek; she turns her face so their eyes meet. They draw closer for a kiss and for Santander this felt more intense than ever. She grabs his hair, examines the very well made hairline surgery before running her hands down his bony chest. Harry's hands also start to linger lower and lower until pulling away suddenly. He horsely whispers in her ear to come upstairs with him. She hopes to herself that was a double entendre before he swiftly takes her hand and the both of them rush up the stairs.