Put Your Lips On Me (Cunt) [L.S.]

prologue

Harriet never chose lusting over older women, it chose her nonetheless.

And lusting over a women who has known her since her birth? Harriet really wants to go and die in a hole. Not to mention that the same woman is her mother's close friend. Talk about decency. Tell that to her pussy.

But really, can you really blame Harriet? The woman had the most beautiful blue eyes and the cutest little nose, cheekbones that Harriet wants to cut herself with and- let's just stay on her face for now. That would be better for Harriet.

Truthfully, Harriet has never asked her how she stays so fit- every body takes a toll after birthing children. And Harriet, for a fact, knows that this wonderful woman has two! Harriet loves them more than she loves herself and babysits them all the time. Especially when this gorgeous, gorgeous woman used to go out on dates with her husband.

Ex-husband, actually. It makes her smirk internally, the memory. To say that Harriet is proud to be the reason of their fallout would not be wrong. But she wasn't quite the reason. You see, that disgusting rat of a husband had been fucking some 'younger' woman and Harriet just happened to have caught him. And hers or not, Harriet has never been as protective of anyone as this woman, Louisa Tomlinson. So she ran straight to her Lou and rattled everything. Because Louisa might not be hers, but she deserves every good thing in the world and fuck if Harriet will let one sickening son of a bitch ruin anything for her.

So it's not just lust- that is reserved for some other, uhm older, gorgeous, hot women- but add love and devotion to it. That's what she feels for Louisa.

She also got to be the one to hold the woman when she cried over that arsehole, she looked after her toddlers, she fed her when she wouldn't eat anything. There are very few things that Harriet wouldn't do for her. So far, Harriet can't list even one- and she prides over it. Not that she can gloat about it to anyone because that would mean confessing her- practically- love for Louisa to someone.

But it doesn't help, not when Louisa plagues her mind all the damn time. Even in college! Obviously, it doesn't help that Louisa Tomlinson is her literature professor.

Did she mention she is an English major?

How Harriet passes her exams is a mystery because Goddess knows she can't register a word when Louisa explains them anything, especially romance, which seems to be all the syllabus this term. It's not that Louisa is a bad teacher or something, no, she is great, absolutely kills at her job- but Harriet has a rather hard time focusing on anything other than the formal shirt snug around her chest, the dip of the waist and the curve of the trousers. She has told Louisa that she can wear anything to college, why stick to suit and pants, but Lou just waves her off saying she feels good in them. Harriet ends up telling her she does look good in them too.

Weak, Harriet is.

Perhaps it is Lou favouring Harriet as her 'absolute favourite girl' on earth. Yes, that is a term she herself has used. On multiple occasions too. Like when little Harriet was the flower girl for her wedding or whenever she complained about her mother to Lou or when Lou turned out to be the first person she came out to.

The last one was pretty emotional, because while Harriet hadn't been doubtful about her mother's reaction, she knew Louisa would reassure her. It didn't take much to convince Harriet that her mother would be completely supportive of her- in truth, Harriet believes she will believe Louisa even if she tells her that the Earth is flat and movies are better than books.

Perhaps 'foolishly gone' is a better suited word for what Harriet is.

She wouldn't have it any other way.

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"Did you complete your story?" Louisa's eyes pierce into hers even through the sexy glasses she is wearing. Even sexier thing, they are sitting in her office, Louisa is supposed to keep Harriet till her mother comes back home from her work trip. Which is more than okay with all three of them.

"Yeah." She fumbles taking her assignment out of her bag and handing it over to the lady.

Looking over it, she reads through the words silently as Harriet twitches in her seat. Louisa probably thinks that that is her normal state- which it is, around the older one- but usually she is quite calm and collected. Don't blame her for being restless till she hears the words of approval from her favourite woman.

Harriet loves watching the small smile that unfurls on Lou's face. She turns the pages to check how many she has to go through. "What was the word limit, love?" Even though she knows Lou is just teasing her, she can't help but whine.

"A good story needs words."

But Louisa just shakes her head. "A good story doesn't need many words, my darling. I can see the plot going somewhere but you do need to cut short on the words or that will result in deduction of your marks."

Throwing her full pout at Louisa, Harriet tries her best to convince the woman of the opposite but well, assertive is one term you can use for Louisa Tomlinson. And well, Harriet is just as submissive for her as she has always been.

"Do you have a soft copy of this?" She asks. Nodding, the girl tells her she indeed does. "Well, make edits in that, cut it short, open the dictionary and use those words and submit that one. I'm taking this one with me, want to read what my girl has written." She gestures to the assignment and shoves it in her laptop bag.

"You love making me do extra work. That's not fair." Fondly rolling her eyes, Lou continues with her work. Then she pouts, "why are we staying late? Don't we need to pick my babies up from daycare?"

Not even sparing her a glance, Louisa reminds her, "I told you they are with their dad for the weekend."

"Oh." Her mind wanders-

"And before you start becoming all overprotective," Lou finally looks up at her, "he might be a shit husband but he is a decent father. So don't worry." Goddess, Louisa knows her too well. "It's just me and you. We can have a fun weekend." It's probably the wink at the end of the sentence. Yes.

The thought of it just being Lou and her is just as pleasing as daunting.