Captive. (ls)

28. Alcohol

Kind of shitty and not well edited, but oh well. Enjoy! x

Harry's large hand, adorned with callouses and short-bitten nails, rubbed the skin over my back in a soothing motion to ease some of the tension in my body. His touch was like sweet words to my body, and his kisses felt like a drug; a drag of a sweet smoke.

I leant up and nuzzled my nose into the crook of his neck to inhale the manly smell that wafted off of his body. It was musky, like a mix of cinnamon and forest, and it mixed with the natural smell of him that rocked my mind into a gentle haze.

He tilted his chin down and pressed his lips to my head, near the top of my forehead, making me tuck myself even closer to his warmth and allowing my sleepy mind to slowly awaken after a shaky night.

I shifted up into his embrace and hummed softly, "Morning."

Harry smiled warmly against my cheek and I felt his oversized yeti hand drift down to between my thighs, brushing over the sore, used skin that he had abused last night. He pushed the tip of his thumb past the puffy muscle, which caused me to jerk away from the intrusion on the sensitive area.

"Ow," I hissed softly.

Harry chuckled and brushed a strand of knotty hair away from my face, "Sore, Lou?"

I glared up at him with as much sternness that I could muster, but his gentle eyes softened my hard exterior. A quiet, content sigh emitted into the chilly air, "Mhm. 'Lil bit."

"Nothing too bad?" He asked curiously, running his hands all over my body as if he were trying to detect any hurting spots.

I whimpered lightly when his fingers ghosted over the dark marks on my neck, and the memories of last night resurfaced again.

"You need to relax, Lou. You've been crying for two hours, love," he whispered against my neck.

I tried to stifle my cries but I found it unnecessary because Harry's sharp, little teeth bit down into my neck, causing a quiet -oh- to slip my mouth.

"No, I'm fine, Harry."

"Should I go make us breakfast?" He asked with curiosity laced in his breath.

I glanced up to lock our gazes and placed a hand on his sharp jawline, "You don't have to-"

"Are you hungry?"

"Well, yes but-"

He quickly silenced me with a kiss, and I could feel his mouth quirk up into a smile, "Then I'll go make some."

I took ahold of his wrist in my palm and tugged his arm to gather his attention, successfully making his head turn to look at me with a questioning gaze, before I pressed my lips to his knuckles with a sweet kiss. I stretched out slightly, hand still gripping his wrist, while shifting up onto my knees and shuffling to the end of the bed. The silky blue sheets fell off my chest to reveal multiple purple and red marks, curtesy of Harry's brilliant mouth, and my legs kicked out from the warmth of the covers so that I could stand on wobbly legs.

Harry's arms immediately ducked down to hold onto my hips and I felt his broad, solid chest bump against my shoulders, "You should stay in bed, Louis."

"Don't tell me what to do," I lazily drawled out while waving my hand around for effect.

Harry only laughed at me and continued to guide me up the stairs after dressing us both in matching navy robes to hide our nakedness.

"I want to take you out," he interrupted the blessed silence, something that was rare in the kingdom, and helped me to sit atop the counter, "Like, to a bar."