Our Little Secret (h.s.) // editing

Three

Janissa cuddled herself into my side, laying her head on my chest. My fingers tangles themselves in her hair. I loved the soft moans that fell from her lips.

"This feels nice..." I whisper against her hair, as I felt her nod her head against my chest. Her fingers played with the buttons on my shirt, the warmth of her hands slowly making their way under the fabric. The outline of my Swallows were outlined.

"I've always loved these..." She whispered as a small laugh fell from my mouth.

"Oh yeah?" Her smile played across her beautiful lips. I never understood why she didn't smile as much as everyone else. She smiles often, but not nearly as much as she should. "You should smile more, beautiful. It looks good on you." I whisper. Janissa's face dipped down, and hid her smile away from my gaze. "Stop!" I laugh, trying to remove her hands from her face.

"Make me!" She teased.

"Okay." I quickly pin her down, with her hands above her head. My hips grinding into her as her smile quickly faded, as she looked into my eyes. Her breathing became heavy, her chest rising and falling at a quick pace. "Show me what you learned..." I whisper leaning down and softly brushing my lips against her, before she closes the distance. Suddenly, our weight was shifted and her beautiful, curved body was straddling my waist.

"Lesson one," She leans down, her hips grinding against mine as she begins to kiss me. Just like I taught her. Her tongue smoothly slides into my mouth, fighting with mine for dominance. She easily gives up the fight, before I pull away from her.

"You're in the dominant position, babe. Don't be submissive." I scold grabbing her face, and roughly kissing her. She regains her dominance when she pushes my body back onto the soft surface of the bed. Her force causing me to grunt softly. Her kisses became even more rough. The warm trailed down my neck, the coldness from the lack of my shirt, hitting me.

"Lesson two," She whispered. Her hips grind-ed on my member, causing the pressure of my pants to become to much for me.

"S...To..P" I manage to breath out. Not easily I might add. She kept herself in her place, her hips still grinding against me, causing me to throw my head back. "Janissa! I can't" This comment causes her to stop what she is doing, and look into my eyes. Her eyes question why I told her to stop.

"I thought..." I don't know what happened to me in that moment. Maybe it was the way her lips moved perfectly around the words. Or her voice in general, but I grabbed her face, and began kissing her roughly.

Our bodies rolled, me now being in the dominant position. Her hands were brought up to my chest, trying to rid me of my shirt before I shrugged her off. My hands gripped the bottom of her shirt, my eyes asking permission before she allowed me to discard the fabric onto the floor.

I trailed my lips along her perfect neck, down her chest, stopping to mark her breast. My tongue left a trail down her stomach, before kissing right above her waistline. I knew she wouldn't go all the way, and to be honest, I didn't want her to want to. If that even made any seance. If she asked, I still wounldn't.

I quickly brought my lips back up to hers, placing soft kisses. My hands found their own way around her body. The dipped into her jeans, skimming her thighs. I could feel her through the fabric separating her and my touch. She was practically dripping.

"I can feel you..." I whisper against her lips causing her to moan my name, quietly. "Did I make you that wet?" I question. As soon as she nodded her head, I immediately felt a wave of guilt wash over me. Removing my hand from her, I sit up on the bed, and rub my face. A soft touch was placed on my back, rubbing circles on it.

"I'm gonna go..." She whispers. The fabric on the floor was close, so I pick it up, and hand it to her. She gives me a light kiss on my cheek. Like the stupid guys I am, I grab her wrist, turning her around, and place a light kiss on her lips. Both of my hands holder her face. As soon as I pull back, I realize what I had done.

"I'm sorry..." I whisper.

"It's okay." She closes the distance once more, before walking out of my bedroom door.

I quickly make my way to the bed, and lay down. Closing my eyes, i hoped I could forget the actions that had just taken place.

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I pulled into the day care with two coffees, orange juice, and two bagels. One of the parents that were dropping of their kids had opened the door for me. I thanked him with a nod.

"Harry!" Jess screams, running up to me hugging my leg. The rest of the children quickly followed almost causing me to fall over. My eyes met Janissa's across the room. She had the biggest smile on her face, her arms crossed over her chest.

"Okay guys. That's enough!" She shouts with that smile still present on her face. She shakes her head, as all the children scatter to their previous actions. I walk over to Janissa, give her a kiss on her cheek and hand her, her bag. "Thanks." She smiles. My finger taps my cheek, hoping she would get the hint. Her soft lips left a warm spot where my finger motioned. Janissa shook her head before pointing to Jess who was sitting in his corner, drawing.

I make my way over to him, and sit down. Placing my coffee between my lap, with the orange juice in my hand.

"Hey bud." I whisper. His face instantly lit up, and he greeted me with a smile.

"Harry!" He shouts again.

"I got you some juice.." I smile. He takes the juice from my hands, and takes a huge sip.

"Thanks." He whispers shyly. I respond with a 'no problem', and ask what he's drawing. "You and Miss Janissa. You two are hugging this time." He smiled.

"Why do you draw me and Miss Janissa so much?" I laugh. Its seem we are all he ever draws.

"Because you two are going to get married someday! Then, you're going to start a family!" His laughter fills the air as I shake my head.

"Hey, can I tell you a secret?" Jess quickly nods his head yes. "You can't tell anyone. Not even Miss Janissa, okay?"

"Okay!" He answers excidingly.

'Well, I kissed Miss Janissa,"

"Eww!" He laughs covering his mouth.

"What I don't know how to tell her how I feel. Or if I even should." Look at me. I'm telling a 9 year old my problem. But I like Jess. He's... Different.

"I think you should wait." He whispered, while picking up a crayon, and continuing to draw what looked like my curls.

"Oh yeah? Why?"

"Because if she likes you, then you two will get married, and forget about me." His lips turns into a pout.

"I could never forget about you. You're my little buddy!" I say scuffing my fingers through his hair.

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"Then tell her you like her. If you wait, someone might take her away from you, silly. I like you and Miss Janissa. You feel like family!' His picture was almost done now. But his comment got me thinking. Family. I never really had one.

"You to, bud. You to."