Harry;
Desiree had been silently poking her lasagna for the past fifteen minutes. We were joking around and laughing about everything one minute, then the next an almost awkward silence had fallen over us.
I wanted to ask her what she was thinking about, but I also didn't want to accidentally push her and cause any unneeded drama.
"You know..." Her voice was sweet like sugar, you know it's bad for you but you just can't get enough of it. "Sometimes I'll look at myself in the mirror, and I will just stand there for minutes on end thinking, 'What does he see in me? Why is he so nice to someone that's not of his status?"
I tried to cut her off but she dropped her fork and raised her hand to silence me, looking me right in the eyes.
"... I stand there and all I see are my flaws and imperfections. I see everything that's wrong with me and it just simply amazes me that that's not what you see when you look at me. You look at me as if I'm the most beautiful thing you've ever seen, like I am air and you are a downing man."
A single tear rolled down Desiree's left cheek and it took everything in me not to wipe it away.
"I want to hold hands with you, and I want to get close to you, and I wanna sleep next to you... I know I'm not the one for you, as much as I wish I was I'm just not. There will always be someone who's prettier then me, or smarter, or better at making you laugh." She wrapped her smaller hands around my larger ones, resting them in the middle of the table. "But I'm a selfish bitch, and I don't want to let you go."
I squeezed her hands, pulling her up from her seat and walking her around the table to sit her on my lap.
"I've been thinking a lot recently... Thinking about you, about me, about us! And every time I come to the conclusion that you're it for me. There is no one else and there never will be! We've barley known each other for a decent amount of time, but in that small span of time I've realized absolutely no one can compare to you."
Desiree's small body seemed to shrink further into my chest at my confession, her already fragile body becoming so much more delicate in my hold.
"Can you just take me home... Please!"
It would be an understatement to say that I was disappointed. All I wanted to do was spend time with with her.
She consumed me completely, mind, body and soul. She took over my thoughts and dreams and I wasn't mad about it.
"Yeah, sure." The drop in my demeanor was blatantly obvious as I payed the check.
We left the restaurant shortly after receiving our coats little to no words being exchanged between the two of us on or way to Des's apartment.
When we were parked outside her building I looked over to find her mesmerized by her sparkly pink nail polish. It was as clear as day that she had a lot running around that little head of hers.
I cleared my throat to grab her attention and when she looked up her eyebrows scrunched together and confusion pooled in her eyes.
"... What are we doing here? I asked you to take me home." Baffled and a little confused myself, I grinned at her.
"Nothing..."
She took hold of my free hand and intertwined her fingers with mine, squeezing it tightly before bringing it to her lips and kissing each knuckle.
"You mean a lot to me Harry, I just want you to know that!"
"I do, trust me I do.."
The rest of the drive home was spent in a comfortable silence, Desiree's tiny hand never letting go of mine until we reached the apartment building.
She lead me through the front doors and towards the elevators where I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and pulled her as close to me as humanly possible.
Upon entering the apartment, a cold gust of wind hit us causing me to silently curse myself out for not turning on the heat on my way out earlier.
"Hey, don't worry about it! We can find our own way to keep warm." Suggestiveness was heavy in her voice, igniting a fire within me.
"Desiree, don't look at me like that unless you want the whole neighborhood to my name!"
She took her bottom lip between her teeth and slowly started making her way to the bedroom. She took slight glances at me over her shoulder a few times before disappearing behind the door.
I could feel her slowly driving me insane, piece by piece, fiber by fiber, I was a puppet on her strings.
Sitting at the end of the bed was a naked Desiree with a white sheets wrapped around her petite body, everything about this image was driving me crazy.
"Why are you doing this?" My voice was strained but she still heard me.
"Doing what?" The glimmer in her eyes gave away the mischievous mood she was in, I couldn't tell if she wanted to go all the way or tease me to no end.
I leaped at her, a low animalistic growl emitting from my the back of my throat. Desiree squealed at my unexpected actions but started giggling right after.
"Harry, stop that it tickles!" She plead, squirming in my tight hold. However that did stop me from tickling her until she was begging me to stop.
"Harry, please! I'll do anything," At that I ceased my tormenting actions and smirked down at her.
"Anything?"
"Anything!" She was breathing deeply now, trying to catch her breath after my 'attack'.
I reached for the sheet that was now tangled between her legs and started slowly pulling it away from her. Desiree looked at me with shy eyes and red tinted cheeks, the vulnerable side of her making it's well awaited appearance.
As the sheet slowly slipped away from her body her doe like eyes seemed to grow bigger, nerves stating to replace her cockiness.
"You have nothing to worry about, Des. I'm not here to judge you." She took in a deep breath, letting it settle into her mind that I wasn't here to hurt her.
I reached for the hem of my shirt but was stopped by two small hands.
"Let me,"
With that Desiree pulled the shirt over my head and slowly started undoing the black leather belt, unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them down my legs as fast as she could.
I was now almost as bare as she was and I could physically see her nerves starting to settle.
I carefully pushed Desiree onto the mattress and started leaving a light trail of kisses down her neck, stopping just above her left breast. Her breathing was labored, a clear sign of her arousal.
As I was reaching over the bed to grab a condom Desiree quickly stopped me, shaking her head.
"We don't need one, I'm on birth control." Her words were came out rushed and jumbled but nevertheless I understood perfectly.
I gently placed my lips on hers, slowly moving in sync with one another. It wasn't until I had distracted her in a battle of tongues that I slowly pushed my hard member inside her.
She broke the kiss and gasped for air, her fingers digging into my shoulders. I slowly started thrusting in and out of her. Her hot breath hitting my neck, only driving me crazier.
My thrusts progressively started getting harder and faster, small yelps and squeals leaving Desiree's lips every time our hips made contact.
Soon enough we were a hot mess of tangled hair and sweaty bodies.
Desiree was trying so hard to fight off the sleepiness that was taking her over, it was kinda cute to watch but she was tired and she needed to sleep.
"Go to sleep, babe. I'll see you in the morning."
She groaned and tucked her head into the crook of my neck, snuggling into me.
"I love you, Harry."
I know that she's delusional and the sleep is talking but I couldn't help the smile that took over my whole body.
"I love you too, Desiree."
