Hunger

April (part 2)

When they got back from Sainsbury's, Frankie felt nervous. She brought her plastic bag of clothes and toiletries to the bedroom. Everything was grand scale in Harry's bedroom. He had a beautiful, massive bed made with crisp, white linen bed sheets. The ensuite bathroom was extravagant with marble surfaces and twin sinks. His shower was gigantic, like a whole extra room. It was almost the size of her own bedroom in Cheshunt. She closed and locked the door behind her, making sure to have a moment to herself. She had bought a pyjama-set with a t-shirt and tiny shorts. She was thoroughly nervous that she would look ridiculous in it, but it was better than having to show him how she looked in her underwear. She was not ready for that yet. She changed into the pyjama-set, and she was pleasantly surprised. It actually looked alright on her. She had picked a black set with white polkadots, and it was quite cute. She cleaned her face, and ruffled her hair, giving it a bit of a messy look. She had worn it up all day, so it felt freeing to let it hang loose around her shoulders. She could hear Harry rummaging around in the bedroom, and she unlocked the door, so he could come in and brush his teeth.

He had undressed down to his boxers. His bare, muscular torso was a sight for the Gods. Frankie drew in her breath and tried not to gawk at him, as he came into the bathroom and stood next to her, smiling at her in the mirror. He grabbed his toothbrush and put toothpaste on it and brushed his teeth. Frankie unpacked her new toothbrush and brushed her teeth as well, catching his gaze in the mirror. She smiled shyly and felt awkward for a moment. Harry rinsed his mouth and leaned against the sink waiting for her to be done. When she had rinsed her toothbrush, he held out his hand for her and led her to his bed.

"Do you want me to tuck you in?" He grinned as he jumped into bed next to her, grabbing the duvet to tuck it around her. Frankie laughed and let him, but in reality she just wanted to be close to him. She lay on her side, so they were face to face and she reached out to put her hand on his cheek. She stroked his cheekbone with her thumb, and smiled shyly at him.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"For what?" He asked, as he closed his eyes, enjoying her touch.

"For your kindness and your patience." Frankie was genuinely feeling comfortable in his bed, wearing less than she did before, and lying next to him. It would be an enormous lie to say that she wasn't feeling tempted to touch him, and it would be very easy to do so. He wasn't dismissive of her touch, possibly he actually kind of wanted her to touch him more. She leaned in to kiss him, and he drew her so close, she could feel the heat coming off the skin of his bare chest. He kissed her slowly at first, but the intensity built quite quickly, and passion took over. His tongue found hers and she let him as close as absolutely possible. He had his arm around her, his hand resting on her lower back, his fingers softly stroking her skin that was exposed at the hem of her top. It tickled, but in a nice way. She put her arm around him as well, letting her hand glide up his naked back. His muscles were hard and toned, while his skin was soft. He smelled intoxicatingly good, and just like she had felt before, when they were making out, it was becoming increasingly difficult to control the urge to just go all the way. She wasn't stringing him along on purpose, she really wanted things to evolve with him. He wasn't a fun waste of time to her, but someone she wanted to invest time in, and not only was she scared he didn't feel the same, she was worried her body would turn him off. Their kisses were hungry, deep and a little desperate. Harry had let his hand glide up under her top, caressing the skin on her back. She felt how all the tiny receptors in her skin tingled, as he brushed his fingers against them. She lifted her leg, and wrapped it around his hip. His excitement was noticeable, and that made her feel good. He pulled away from kissing her and looked at her.

"Careful," he whispered and smiled cheekily at her.

She chuckled and pulled him back in to kiss him hungrily. His hand was still on her back, but he gently moved it over her ribs, right under her breast.