Masterpiece [h.s]

eleven

Carter welcomes Harry with a bright smile and a tight hug. He grins as he hugs her right back, the floral scent of her perfume filling his nostrils.

She pulls him inside quickly and shuts the door, "We've got forty-five minutes until the pizza gets here. Shots and sex?"

Harry nods, his smile now a smirk. "Sounds more than alright to me."

Carter grins and heads into the kitchen to search the fridge. She stands there with the door open for about a minute before she turns around and frowns. "I don't have any whipped cream."

Harry's smirk remains in place, the whipped cream is nice, but it doesn't particularly matter to him. "Ooops."

Carter smiles and places two frozen shot glasses on the counter before pulling a massive bottle of Vodka out of one of the cabinets. Harry doesn't say anything because he's certain that she doesn't drink often and that she doesn't have a problem. Besides, he's quite fond of vodka anyway.

"Two shots, then bedroom."

His green eyes watch her as she carefully pours the liquid into the tiny glasses, one for him and one for her. "Why not here?"

He's never actually had sex in a kitchen before, but it's a nice way to change things up and there are definitely a lot more angles to be had.

A faint color rises to Carter's cheeks and he's confident that it's not the alcohol.

"That works too."

Their shots are gone and replaced again in only a few moments. Harry pushes Carter up against the fridge, his hands splayed on either side of her head as he kisses her heavily. She doesn't like to waste time or play games when it comes to sex, but foreplay is something different and she loves that.

Carter laughs against his lips. She really enjoys it when he takes control of the situation instead of just leaving it up to her.

She tugs on his bottom lip as he pulls away, a genuine smile on her lips because the alcohol's also taken away a few of her precautions. "I've never done it in the kitchen before."

Harry laughs, the taste of strong liquor still holding on to his taste buds. His fingers caress the soft skin of her hips before he tugs her shirt up and over her head, throwing it to the side carelessly. "First time for everything."

Carter hums as his lips meet her skin. He always leaves marks all over her, but she never minds because their relations are more than fine and it tells everyone else not to bother trying.

She can feel his smirk against her skin as his lips make their way down to her bra. "I like this change. Very nice."

Today she's actually worn a really nice set of lace and it's a nice change to her usual set of underwear.

Carter laughs lightly and rolls her eyes as he unclasps the thin material and gently pulls it down her shoulders, "I wanted to look nice and to feel nice, it helps my nerves."

Harry nods, his green eyes intensely staring into hers, like he'd lost something in their blue color and he's trying desperately to get it back. "Did it work?"

She feels something when he does that, something light in her chest, but they're both a little tipsy anyway, so she pretends not to notice the feeling as she lowers her hand to palm him through his tight jeans.

"You tell me."

A low groan escapes his pink lips, "Definitely."

She feels like undressing takes a lot longer than it usually does, but it's probably just the alcohol in her veins. She's weird with alcohol in her system, more herself and more cheerful. She's hoping that Harry doesn't notice.