Just Can't Let Her Go

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Lets Get Cookin'

Harry felt so antagonized by the temping choice of clothing. She did this to him on purpose; He decided finally. He beckoned Alicia over with his long slender digit. Her plump lips pulled into a smile and she gracefully strode over to Harry. She stopped just short of running into Harry. This small action made his heart skip a beat; She wants to be close to me? Yes. He thought out his next move before actually even flinching a muscle. Harry simply offered her a more charming smile and placed his enormous hand on the small of her back.

Alicia couldn't help but shiver as Harry pressed their bodies together. She couldn't deny that she delighted in the close proximity. "I got everything out for you, love. Tell me what you want me to do." Harry said slowly to her, and took notice of how her bright doe eyes watched how his lips and tongue formed each word. Alicia kept her eyes on his soft plump lips. She was glad she didn't have a one tracked mind or else she wouldn't have been able to answer Harry.

She was remindig herself of all the terrible things that were still fresh memories. Every good time she had with Drew flooded her mind, but those thoughts were soon short lived as their recent fights came to mind. How he had threatened her life so suddenly. "Go ahead Alicia! Take of the ring. I swear I'll kill you though...if I can't have you then no one else fucking can either." His voice pounded threw her ears, and caused her face to flush and her eyes turn glassy. All the while she answered Harry, "Work on the salad. I can make a mean steak."

Harry of course too notice of her glassy eyes, and read her like his favorite book. He knew her so well even though she knew barely anything about him. His mental disorders or anything for that matter, She will soon enough. He took this sign of vulnerableness from her and played it to his advantage. His pink plush lips pressed softly against the tip of her nose and then on her cheek, much closer to her lips than he had intended.

Through parted lips, a sweet sigh left Alicia. His lips were so gentle and tender. This rush of electricty coursed through her momentarily, and this made her feel...alive.

"Oh I don't doubt you Miss. Steakmaster." Harry teased her lightly and chuckled, in a daze of internal happiness because of their light banter. He let her slip from his grip, instantly missing the physical contact, and started chopping up everything expertly with a large sharp knife.

Alicia giggled at his choice of words, she found his humour and laughter to be absolutely contagious. She pulled one of the black aprons of the oven rack over her head and left it untied behind herself, because she simply couldn't do it. Small fragile hands held the meat gently and made sure to get a good mix of spices for the rub. Sprinkling the mix and the rubbing it in really well. The butter in the large skillet was already gone and sizzling and 'popping'. She put the two steaks in the skillet. Tapping her foot contently.

Harry turned around slightly as he tossed the salad and dressing together. He had made a very bright salad that was so delectable, and was sure to surprise her. His emerald green eyes caught on the two loose strings, and immediately threw his spoons down. He took a few steps behind her and tied the strings in a loose knot. His hands barely ghosting over her exposed creamy skin.

"H-how... do you like y-you steak?" Alicia stuttered, shocked by Harry's intimate gestures. He hovered over her shoulder. and breathed hotly onto her neck. "I prefer mine medium well-done." He answered. Alicia leaned back into him and let her bum rest against his pelvic area. Half purposefully.

Harry shut his eyes and sucked in a breath. He felt that same restriction issue he had earlier. He knew it would become so apparent if he didn't stop himself now. But he knew he had to make it look like he was just being cool and smooth. "That's the way I like mine as well." Alicia pured to him softly. Harry could actually tell her heart was pounding, but just to make sure he deviously pressed his lip to her pulse-point on her neck.

Fuck, that was a big mistake. He thought he had a boner before. now it was almost to much to contain. Her heart was literally thrumming out of contol. He skin was so soft and supple. Her body also reacted to his lips. She had tilted her head to the side, granting him more access. Goosebumps had also risen all along her arms and tummy.

Harry pulled away softly, and swiftly turned around to puts his full focus on the salad.

After 'everything' had calmed back down and all the food was made. The blonde haired angel sat evrything out neatly on two plates and had even dressed up the plates nicely. Harry picked up both the plates and sat them down at the dining room table, and even went and retrieved an unopened bottle of champagne.

Alicia eyed the bottle with a small smile. She enjoyed the sweet taste of champagne, and was mesmerized by its pale pink color. The aroma of it too, was quite intoxicating to her, but nothing like the scent of Harry.

Harry pulled off the tin wrappers and popped of the cap. He ghosted his lips over the opening of the bottle, taking in the light vapors that escaped when you pop open a fresh bottle. "I love champagne, it's my favorite." Alicia gushed, with a small blush tinting her cheeks. Harry nodded his head in chuckle. "Is that so? I will make sure to remember that." He replied and dropped her a wink. To his surprise she mimicked the playful gesture.

He poured them both two glasses, and then placed them on the table. His hand wrapped around the back of her chair and pulled it out for her. "Her you are, m'lady." He said playfully and chuckled. Alicia took a seat and smiled at him. Loving how his dimples popped so greatly. "Thank you kind sir." She said in sort of noble voice. He started to dig into her steak, and was genuinely surprised by the superb flavor and how it tantalized his taste buds. "Mmm," Harry moaned, "that's amazing Ali." Alicia nearly spit out her forkful of salad when he called her Ali. No one had ever called her that before, but she loved the way it rolled off his tongue. "Can we talk?" She blurted.

"About what?" Harry inquired as his wiped off the corners of his lips.

"You." She replied in a silky voice, giving a look that they both knew he couldn't resist. "Just anything, really about you. How was your day?"