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song for this chapter: close to you - gracie abrams
* slight smut warning, not really yet tbh READ AT YOUR OWN RISK*
Harry
The car cruised steadily, the road's deep grey tarmac stretching out far beyond them and over the horizon. They were heading east, for Munich.
Harry had put on his playlist when they got in the car, and he tapped his fingers absentmindedly on the steering wheel as they travelled, listening to Augustine hum quietly beside him.
"Harry?"
"Mmm," he replied, quickly glancing over at her.
"Do you ever feel lonely, like, with your job?"
He paused to think. Come to think of it, he didn't feel much about anything really anymore. All he knew was his goal, his mission. Things as trivial as 'feelings' seemed irrelevant under the weight of his job.
"Uh...not really, I guess," he said, his face forming a small frown.
"Huh," Augustine replied, then finally said, "I do." She paused. "I know that sounds bad, though."
"Why would that sound bad?"
"It's just silly I would feel something as stupid as loneliness when you're out here saving the world. It's not like I have no friends."
He laughed, not because he thought it was funny, but because of the sheer absurdity of what she was saying.
"No, Augustine. S'not silly to feel lonely. If m'really honest, I wish I was lonely. I just don't feel anything really."
She frowned at him. "You don't feel anything?"
"I haven't since...well I guess since I started this job a few years ago. I just shut myself off. I had to."
Why am I telling her this? his brain screamed at him. But he didn't stop.
"Sometimes I think not feeling anything would be better than feeling shit," she mused.
"S'really not."
"Well, I've felt pretty shitty on and off since my dad died. Most people don't help with that. But," and she paused before continuing, "you do. You help."
Harry gulped.
Augustine stilled beside him. She seemed to make a silent decision in her head. "Fuck, and sometimes I really want to kiss you."
Harry looked over at Augustine. Her face was serious. "Fuck this," he whispered, swerving the car off the road and onto the hard shoulder.
As the car pulled to a stop, Harry was leaning over and smacking his lips against Augustine's. They were smooth and soft and tasted of honey, exactly as he'd imagined over and over again in his head. She froze against him, shocked by the sudden action, then relaxed into his grip. Gradually, she started to move her lips against his. Harry took this as a signal to go further, pushing his face closer to hers and deepening the kiss, moving his tongue against her lips, encouraging her to open her mouth, and she instantly obliged, opening her mouth as he slipped inside.
Well, shit.
His hands moved from her face to her neck, and hers moved up to run through his hair. He let out a small moan as she tugged at it, and he felt her smile into the kiss. His mouth slowly moved away from hers and he planted open mouth kisses on her cheeks, ear, her mouth again, before burying his head in her neck and latching onto the skin gently.
"Harry..." she gasped as he released the skin, and he looked up at her face, her lips swollen and puckered from kissing, her cheeks pink. For a moment, he thought she was telling him to stop, but she slowly began to smile, before slamming her lips against his again and pushing him back into his seat, swinging her leg over his and climbing on top of him.
"Jesus, Augustine-" he managed before kissing her again. He could feel himself hardening inside his jeans, and Augustine obviously could too, as she shifted her hips to grind against him, and they both let out a small moan. She broke away from the kiss, her eyes meeting his, their noses still touching.
"Fuck, I should've done this sooner," she groaned, pressing her lips gently against his and moving her hips slowly, creating a wonderful friction between them.
He smiled at her, his eyes dark with desperation. "If we weren't on this motorway right now, you don't even want to know the things I'd do to you," he replied, licking his lips and running his hands up and down her back again. "Fuck, you're so beautiful."
She blushed, her cheeks cherry. She kissed him slowly on the cheek, before sliding carefully off his lap and winking at him. "You're not so bad yourself," she grinned at him, her golden eyes flashing him a wink.
"Fuck, we'd better get going," Harry declared, not taking his eyes off of Augustine, then shaking his head to break himself free from the trance. God, I could fuck her right here, he thought. But I shouldn't, his conscience reasoned. The car slowly pulled away into a gap in the traffic, and they travelled on.
Suddenly, Harry felt Augustine's hand on his thigh, and he glanced over at her. She smiled innocently, moving her hand to palm the obvious bulge in his jeans. His mouth dropped open. "What are y'doing?" he gasped, holding back a groan at how good it felt.
"Oh, nothing," she grinned, keeping her gaze on the road ahead of them. She rubbed her hand back and forth, and this time Harry couldn't help but moan. "Y'alright there, Harry?"
"Fine," he said, tight-lipped and gritting his teeth and letting out a quiet "fuck" under his breath. He felt Augustine fiddle with the buckle of his belt and he sighed. "Seriously?"
"What?" she replied innocently. The buckle popped open and she undid the button and pulled down the zip. She continued to palm him, this time just through his pants.
"Okay, I'm all for car-sex and that shit," he informed her, "but seriously, y'gonna have t'stop or, fuck, m'gonna crash the car. Ah- no, really, m'not joking."
"Fine," Augustine replied, her hand retracting slowly from his rock hard length. He silently cursed himself. I can't believe you just got that turned on from her just doing that.
"M'gonna get you back so good later, I swear," Harry told her. "Just you wait and see."
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okay...so this was a whirl wind to write (mainly because i was being attacked by a horrible daddy-long-legs the entire time jesus christ)
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