runaways || h.s

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                The lines to enter the States seemed to be much quicker and effective then they had been back at Heathrow, much to Lola and Harry’s enjoyment. They’d been flustered after their little go in the airplane restroom, so the minute they’d left the airport in a rental car and checked in at the closest and cheapest hotel, they went for a round two.

                “Thank god that flight is over,” Lola said breathlessly.

                “Yeah,” Harry agreed. “Much rather do this here, anyway.”

                “More room.”

                “Right, more room. And time. And we can make as much noise as we possibly want,” Harry said as he hovered over Lola’s naked and sweaty body. He’d eyed the mark he made on her collar, more dark in color now, but it looked nice on her.

                “Unless, of course, the neighbors decide we’re being too loud,” Lola joked though her hands gripped at the faded hotel sheets and her toes curled.

                Harry smiled into the base of her neck, his hot breath only making her already hot skin hotter. She didn’t mind, she liked the feeling of someone touching her, giving her affection, paying her mind.

                “Right, unless that happens,” he laughed, then stopped quickly as he thrusted hard and fast and his hands gripped Lola’s upper arm, sure to leave bruises, and he grunted.

                Lola’s mouth opened and she let out a faint scream, not wanting to be too loud because they did have neighbors, and she didn’t want to put off a bad first impression, but she wasn’t really one for first impressions anyway. She bit down on her bottom lip to prevent any more noise, drawing blood from the already chapped cracks.

                “Don’t,” Harry said, his voice husky and deeper than usual. He was holding back and Lola knew it. “Scream. Scream for me.”

                “God,” she said breathlessly, not as loud as Harry pleased so he urged her own with another short, but definitely deep, thrust of the hips. “Harry, my god, please.”

                He inhaled deeply and she was moaning and groaning and shouting and Harry couldn’t hot onto it any longer, so he didn’t. They finished together, in unison, each other’s actions causing another’s. They were in a breathless and sweaty heap of a mess on the bed, but the sloppy smiles stayed.

                “That was good,” Harry said.

                “Yeah,” Lola agreed, turning onto her side to face Harry, watching his chest rise up and down just as fast her she was sure hers was. Her tongue flicked out to wet her chapped lips, and then she drew in her bottom lip, sucking on it almost.

                Lola shook her head and smiled a bit, a blush appearing on her already reddened cheeks. Her hair stuck to her forehead and her makeup was smudged and smeared down her face, but Harry liked the way she looked when she was unfolded.

                “What are you thinking about?” He questioned with raised eyebrows.

                “Us, this,” she said. “It’s all so silly. I mean, we just packed up and moved without a second thought, and look at us now, fucking in some random cheap hotel with next to no money.”

                “We’ve got each other.”

                Lola’s closed eyes opened, bright blue staring back at Harry and she smiled with a short nod, “You’re right, I guess.”